<?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-7569320</id><updated>2011-07-10T22:24:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something That Produces Results</title><subtitle type='html'>Make yourself comfortable. The ride is just about to begin.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>azy</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>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-115565021209794977</id><published>2006-08-15T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:56:52.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've had the stat checker on my blog for a long time now. So I know who reads my blog. And I noticed for a long time someone who even goes to the extent of checking my website almost every fucking day. Got nothing better to do?Get a fucking life bitch and stop snooping around mine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/115565021209794977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=115565021209794977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115565021209794977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115565021209794977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-had-stat-checker-on-my-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-115513049488093529</id><published>2006-08-09T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:34:54.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I go on MSN and see that we both have the exact same personal message as our nicks.Him: Coindence much? Who's on your mind?..Me: I'll tell you if you tell me who's on yours..He's my current source of spontaniety and fun here. And he's leaving this Saturday.Hahahahahahaha. T R A G I C.I swear someone out there reaaaaaally hates me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/115513049488093529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=115513049488093529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115513049488093529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115513049488093529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-go-on-msn-and-see-that-we-both-have.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-115323119632080465</id><published>2006-07-18T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:59:56.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only you knew</title><summary type='text'>Filling out my 'Personal Objectives' form for my placement.What are your current weaknesses?Speaking out and communicating effectively.I never say what I really want to say. Things come out of my mouth rehearsed because I give the same answers all the time- and they're never the right ones. But when I let the floodgates open, man, does it flow.I wish I told you...that it was me all along. even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/115323119632080465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=115323119632080465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115323119632080465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115323119632080465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-only-you-knew.html' title='If only you knew'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-115037370899875028</id><published>2006-06-15T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:15:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one thing I won't miss here is shit british tv. people that go on brainteaser are fucking dumb.i feel lonely :/. i think i'm ready to go home now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/115037370899875028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=115037370899875028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115037370899875028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115037370899875028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-thing-i-wont-miss-here-is-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-115013361788572893</id><published>2006-06-13T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:33:37.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I WANT TO GO BACK TO BATH.i think i'm suffering withdrawl symptoms, from EVERYTHING. i miss everyone. i miss him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!7 months. i'm gonna go cry myself to sleep now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/115013361788572893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=115013361788572893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115013361788572893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115013361788572893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-want-to-go-back-to-bath.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-115001534036841742</id><published>2006-06-11T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:42:20.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I say shotgun, you say ready.I got an email from Ernst and Young-saying they were very interested in my application but are still going through their screening process. Any delay is seriously regretted.FUCK YOU.I am leaving, and I don't want to.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/115001534036841742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=115001534036841742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115001534036841742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/115001534036841742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-i-say-shotgun-you-say-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114882932385274063</id><published>2006-05-28T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:58:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Could it be that everything goes 'round by chance? Or only one way that it was always meant to be You kill me, you always know the perfect thing to say I know what I should do, but I just can't walk awayOh God, please don't tell me this has been in vain I need answers for what all the waiting I've done meansYou kill me, you've got some nerve, but can't face your mistakesI know what I should do, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114882932385274063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114882932385274063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114882932385274063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114882932385274063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/05/could-it-be-that-everything-goes-round.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114582263206129369</id><published>2006-04-24T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T04:03:52.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not much of a risk-taker. But somehow, I think you might be worth it.I'm just scared to lose out on what I have now.ARGHHHH.I think i'm better off making this a narcissistic, "look what I got when I went shopping" blog, so people won't have to deal with my vague ramblings and petty love life.I'm just SO CONFUSED.Help.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114582263206129369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114582263206129369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114582263206129369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114582263206129369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-much-of-risk-taker.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114468523203314567</id><published>2006-04-10T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:22:35.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think home just reminds me of the things I wanted to forget about in UK.I'm so confused.*deleted*let's just leave it at that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114468523203314567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114468523203314567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114468523203314567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114468523203314567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-home-just-reminds-me-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114373614067457859</id><published>2006-03-31T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:29:00.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come With Me</title><summary type='text'>I love how it's 5.3o in the evening  and there are no signs of it getting dark anytime soon. It's just as sunny as it was this afternoon.Spring is finally here. :)Running away from my commitments? You could say that. I have faith that this will get better..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114373614067457859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114373614067457859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114373614067457859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114373614067457859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/03/come-with-me.html' title='Come With Me'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114365925520565309</id><published>2006-03-30T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T03:07:35.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Absolutely shitty week. It started off with a bang and it's all downhill, and it's only Friday! I've lost count on the people I've dissapointed and how many times.I'M SORRY EVERYONE!Home in 3 days. I need this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114365925520565309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114365925520565309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114365925520565309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114365925520565309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/03/absolutely-shitty-week.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114339044677688987</id><published>2006-03-27T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:27:26.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if when I come back from this break, how different things will be,you said you needed time and you had timewhat did you decide?It's ringing in my head.I wonder if I'm going home at all, but that's a different story.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114339044677688987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114339044677688987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114339044677688987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114339044677688987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wonder-if-when-i-come-back-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114281355640012483</id><published>2006-03-20T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:12:36.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Baby</title><summary type='text'>I'm listening to Tango Redd's Let's Cheat and it's hella sexy and it's making me wish I had another boyfriend so I could cheat on him with Shaymal. If that makes sense.One thing I hate about the life here is that there's always something that needs to be done. If I'm done with some major assignment (OB in class test) I have to get started on something else more trivial (laundry). I want to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114281355640012483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114281355640012483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114281355640012483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114281355640012483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/03/maybe-baby.html' title='Maybe Baby'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114235879246529663</id><published>2006-03-15T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T01:53:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to feel...</title><summary type='text'>...like I'm wasting my time.Show me this is going to be worthwhile.Because I don't need this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114235879246529663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114235879246529663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114235879246529663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114235879246529663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/03/starting-to-feel.html' title='Starting to feel...'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114219255398045306</id><published>2006-03-13T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:21:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ravagement Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Friday 8 p.m. Greg next door asks Sven innocently enough if were off to Funky Guppy. Sven says yes. Proceeds to invite the whole of next door over to our place for drinking games.9.30 p.m Eastwood 2 raids our kitchen. And when I mean raid, they RAIDED. Shaym said, "You know they all wanted to come over so we wouldn't have to mess up pur kitchen." Nice. Incredibly confusing games follow up. As </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114219255398045306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114219255398045306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114219255398045306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114219255398045306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/03/ravagement-weekend.html' title='Ravagement Weekend'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114158557465946245</id><published>2006-03-06T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T03:09:26.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-Old post I forgot to put up-Oh just had to blog about this, totally forgot."I bet you and Shaym are having a lotta fun!""Erm, yeah I guess it's what normal people who are dating do..""Hmm, I bet you guys are at 4th base..""Trinna...THERE IS NO 4TH BASE!!!"For the record, it's called home base. And no, we aren't there.Excuse my dear friend Trinna, who has only recently been able to release all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114158557465946245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114158557465946245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114158557465946245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114158557465946245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-post-i-forgot-to-put-up-oh-just.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114157816754102634</id><published>2006-03-06T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:02:47.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Time</title><summary type='text'>It's been another mad weekend of work. Haven't had the time to really just take a break and chill out, so I'm hoping time flies by quickly enough for the 1st of April to come. We got another 2.1 for our context negotiation. Good stuff for two days worth of INCREDIBLY last minute work. Sean wasn't quite happy with our grade, even to the point of telling Millington, "Sir, I think that mark is too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114157816754102634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114157816754102634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114157816754102634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114157816754102634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-time.html' title='All The Time'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114117003297400072</id><published>2006-03-01T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:40:33.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulfood</title><summary type='text'>I hate how I only feel the urge to blog when I'm feeling particularly melancholy or pensieve- and I'm prone to using big words like melancholy and pensieve.Whatever. Things are going by way too fast here. It's already March! What have I been doing with myself? There's this sick feeling in my stomach that I am destined to become a workaholic once my career kicks off. I know I've always been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114117003297400072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114117003297400072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114117003297400072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114117003297400072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/03/soulfood.html' title='Soulfood'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-114081689885395474</id><published>2006-02-25T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T05:34:59.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Day</title><summary type='text'>Woke up early this morning to falling snow and sun shine. Snow that finally settled for once in days, but wasn't enough for any full-on snowball fights. I can't wait for spring where I will no longer have to be burried in massive jackets and all I need will be a jumper. Walking around in zero degree weather isn't the best thing in the world.Four more weeks till easter break! It felt like only a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/114081689885395474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=114081689885395474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114081689885395474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/114081689885395474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/02/brand-new-day.html' title='Brand New Day'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113991923024315341</id><published>2006-02-14T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:13:50.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts and Sparks</title><summary type='text'>Interview went really well and I had a really good interviewer. :)Told her in the end that I was really nervous but she told me I came off really confident. Did get stuck at the question I was dreading to get but knew I would- "What can you tell me about a current event that is affecting businesses?"I talked about the oil price industry. Thank you Shaym. &lt;3Gonna go look at houses tomorrow and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113991923024315341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113991923024315341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113991923024315341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113991923024315341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/02/hearts-and-sparks.html' title='Hearts and Sparks'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113987516094186842</id><published>2006-02-14T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:09:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Torture</title><summary type='text'>Interview preparations:1. Buying new clothes and shoes.2. Parading around in new interview clothes and shoes.3. RESEARCH RESEARCH RESEARCH.4. Watching the boys parade around in their suits.5. Followed by boys running around house shirtless with ties wrapped around head (Rambo style y'all) and barging into my room and waking Jenny.6. Staying up getting Shaymmy to tell me about current </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113987516094186842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113987516094186842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113987516094186842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113987516094186842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/02/pure-torture.html' title='Pure Torture'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113961744912850826</id><published>2006-02-11T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T08:32:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaaaay</title><summary type='text'>I just watched Brokeback Mountain with Shaym.I have NEVER seen a guy look so UNCOMFORTABLE in my entire life!HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH!I still think it was better than Final Destination 3 could ever be :Pok, that is all. Toodle-oo.shaym wants to go enforce his manliness or something, and I quote, "Sort this shit out" end quote (probably by spitting and burping and farting) hawhaw.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113961744912850826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113961744912850826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113961744912850826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113961744912850826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/02/gaaaay.html' title='Gaaaay'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113884039939260684</id><published>2006-02-02T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:33:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For some weird, fucked up, god only knows and "why-the-fuck?" reason, I have been thinking about you quite a lot. I keep thinking that i've done something wrong because i've got this sinking feeling in my stomach that, you are not talking to me. On purpose, mind you. I honestly don't know who reads my blog anymore, but in case you do somehow, what's going on?Are you people still reading this blog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113884039939260684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113884039939260684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113884039939260684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113884039939260684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-some-weird-fucked-up-god-only.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-113883908809837077</id><published>2006-02-02T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:11:28.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet</title><summary type='text'>It's only a couple of days left to a new term and I have no idea why, but I'm all excited about it! I'm a geek, I know. The whole getting into a routine, working my ass off for group projects, preparing for placements are just the tip of it. I'm looking forword to student nights in town again and seeing everyone at Caddies on a Monday night. I can't wait for business context to start and getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113883908809837077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113883908809837077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113883908809837077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113883908809837077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113857824340288011</id><published>2006-01-30T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:44:03.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Around With Me</title><summary type='text'>Just watched Crash. Man, you may think the world's fucked up, but you actually have no idea. Honestly, I've never dealt with blatant racism. Even here, where you just know that certain people are not talking to you because you're Asian (but least they're not telling you that's the reason). And I have gotten offended when people assume I can't speak English. I've even gotten flack for not hanging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113857824340288011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113857824340288011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113857824340288011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113857824340288011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/01/walk-around-with-me.html' title='Walk Around With Me'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113846768160785960</id><published>2006-01-29T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:01:21.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volatile</title><summary type='text'>Am typing this as he takes a nap. Having to entertain people from 7 in the evening to almost 5 in the morning and then for lunch time (including having to deal with me early this morning! :P) can take a toll on you.I guess if it's not one thing, then it's another. There's always going to be that little something that keeps things far from perfect and makes things a little more worthwhile. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113846768160785960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113846768160785960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113846768160785960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113846768160785960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/01/volatile.html' title='Volatile'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113844600758575771</id><published>2006-01-28T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T19:00:07.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethargic</title><summary type='text'>From happily cooking kebabs and listening to RNB,To him shouting out for me outside my bedroom window,And me curled up in bed, sobbing on the phone to Farwin.So much for the magical weekend.I'm going back to bed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113844600758575771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113844600758575771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113844600758575771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113844600758575771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/01/lethargic.html' title='Lethargic'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113745306225819343</id><published>2006-01-17T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T07:11:02.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leveled out</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe I'm saying this, but I kinda look forward to having a routine back again. Just the whole exams and no classes on is making me BORED. Having work sucks definitely, but it gives me something to do! Accounting exam today wasn't too bad-didn't balance, but fuck it, the other stuff were pretty easy. Econs on Thursday. How exciting.Our house fire alarm went off just now and it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113745306225819343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113745306225819343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113745306225819343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113745306225819343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/01/leveled-out.html' title='Leveled out'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113717539734956197</id><published>2006-01-14T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T02:03:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><summary type='text'>Got a mock interview with Pricewaterhouse Coopers on the 14th of February. Intimidating much? Our mock interview schedules were finally posted up and everyone's all hyped up about it. Seems like I won't have much of a break after this exams (which I am not quite prepared for!)- now I gotta prepare for this! Though I'm not really interested working with an accountancy firm, nor do I think I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113717539734956197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113717539734956197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113717539734956197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113717539734956197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2006/01/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113440255102492456</id><published>2005-12-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:49:11.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Good As Dead</title><summary type='text'>Organisational Behaviour in-class test was the worst test I've ever sat in my entire life.And it was only an in-class test!! WHY WOULD THEY MAKE IT SO HARD?Actually, it wasn't that hard. I read every little itty bitty thing but when it just came to writing it all down- my mind just blanked on me. BLANK, I tell you. Throughout the whole paper, I just kept muttering, "oh my god", "whatthefuck" and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113440255102492456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113440255102492456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113440255102492456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113440255102492456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-good-as-dead.html' title='As Good As Dead'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113395689987397713</id><published>2005-12-07T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:01:39.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not this time</title><summary type='text'>Went to Qube last night to watch Sean dj-ing. It was good going out with the context group again, especially the girls! Tried my "darndest" to have fun but couldn't help feeling dissapointed Boy Next Door did not turn up. Kept being asked by people, "Where's Shaymal?" and all I could say was, "I don't know..". Honestly, I really didn't. I want to get out of the house because I'm afraid he might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113395689987397713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113395689987397713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113395689987397713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113395689987397713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-this-time.html' title='Not this time'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113388929119788549</id><published>2005-12-07T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T01:14:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going to watch Seany O dj at Qube tonight. It's gonna be the first time I'm gonna hear his stuff and it should be good.I'm going with Boy Next Door.It's gonna be even better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113388929119788549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113388929119788549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113388929119788549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113388929119788549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-to-watch-seany-o-dj-at-qube.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113361719369100276</id><published>2005-12-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:39:53.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><summary type='text'>It's a beautiful day today. Sun shining, birds chirping kinda day. Don't know if it has anything to do with the fact that Sarah has left. Ahem. Anyway, you know it's gonna be a good day here by the weather. The past few days have been rainy and quite honestly miserable, and it didn't help much I had my damned coursework to finish. But on Thursday we handed it in and now it's all done! Am now FREE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113361719369100276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113361719369100276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113361719369100276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113361719369100276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113343867966101047</id><published>2005-12-01T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:04:39.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love how true these all are!YOU KNOW YOU'VE BEEN IN UNIVERSITY TOO LONG WHEN...*You actually like doing laundry at home where the washing machines work. *Two miles is not too far to walk for a party. *You'd rather clean than study especially if an essay is due. *"Oh shit how did it get so late!" comes out of your mouth at least once a night. *Parents' cooking becomes something you desire,  not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113343867966101047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113343867966101047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113343867966101047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113343867966101047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-how-true-these-all-are-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113322062334631548</id><published>2005-11-29T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T07:41:04.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!</title><summary type='text'>Was just in the kitchen fixing up dinner when Alan peered out the window and said, "I think it's snowing."Me : Nah, it's just sleet.It so wasn't.AAH! Was so so so awesome! All out snow fight with whole of Eastwood. Built a horny snowman (don't ask, but we had some spare carrots). Snowball fights with Westwood and Solsbury and Malborough Courts. Carrying around big chunks of snow around and asking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113322062334631548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113322062334631548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113322062334631548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113322062334631548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/11/snow_29.html' title='SNOW!'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113296299094866227</id><published>2005-11-26T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T07:56:30.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play It Safe</title><summary type='text'>Texting in accounts lecture:Me: The row at the back of you. On the left. First guy wearing black next to the guy with the cap.Jenny L: First first guy to the right by the aisle? Cute! What's his name? Have you seen Karina's?Me:Yup, the guy near the aisle. His name's S******. Haven't see Karina's! Haven't seen her today either!Me: Where are you seating? Are you even in accounts?Karina: I'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113296299094866227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113296299094866227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113296299094866227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113296299094866227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/11/play-it-safe.html' title='Play It Safe'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113227059935059559</id><published>2005-11-18T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T07:36:39.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Antics Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Sven got a 'First' for his presentation and is on an all out celebration tonight :). He came back to change before going down to town and was all tipsy already. I was sitting on the stairs bemused at his antics and laughing as he tried to get dressed drunk.Sven: Okay Azy baby, I'm off! Don't wait up!*Leans in to kiss my cheek*Sven: Where's your cheek?Me:...............He had 4 shots of Absinthe. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113227059935059559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113227059935059559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113227059935059559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113227059935059559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/11/drunken-antics-part-1.html' title='Drunken Antics Part 1'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113209472296771427</id><published>2005-11-16T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T06:45:23.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot The Arrows</title><summary type='text'>So the feeling of freedom only lasted for a while. I've still got my Organizational Behaviour coursework due. IN TWO WEEKS. Things are going by so fast. It doesn't feel like it's my 7th week here in uni, but at the same time it feels like i've been here forever. Quite worried about my OB work. Tempted to not do it at all and just get that 40% pass grade. *Sigh* More meetings in the library then. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113209472296771427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113209472296771427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113209472296771427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113209472296771427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/11/shoot-arrows.html' title='Shoot The Arrows'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113175456771926489</id><published>2005-11-12T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T08:37:23.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We got a well deserved "second upper" for our context presentation! Was so nervous about presenting, but was so happy to know that Millington thought our performances were EXCELLANT. Oh yeah. Spending 5 hours in the library every day, late nights on MSN passing on files, Jenny and me pacing around in my room practicing our speeches, early mornings and late nights were all worth it in the end. Had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113175456771926489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113175456771926489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113175456771926489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113175456771926489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-got-well-deserved-second-upper-for.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113175578412886992</id><published>2005-11-12T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T08:40:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> In the midst of drinking games.   Camwhoring as well.   Crazy Polish girl! Karina was one of the first people I met here in Bath. We were both lost! It was a nice coincedence we were in the same context group.   The fact that it was freezing wasn't bringing us down.   Three way between Jenny, Karina and Dave. :)   Singing "Back For Good"!   Plug Bar.   In Playground. What the hell was I doing? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113175578412886992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113175578412886992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113175578412886992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113175578412886992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-midst-of-drinking-games.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113174896019670087</id><published>2005-11-12T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T06:42:40.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So she says</title><summary type='text'>Sly smiles across the lecture hall.You would think in a town like Bath, life goes by pretty slowly. That's not happening. Things are going by so fast with so many things going on you can't help but be sucked into it. I keep thinking about the things I do here, the new things I've done that I never did back home. I'm all on my own here, and I'm welcoming the challenge so much that even I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113174896019670087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113174896019670087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113174896019670087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113174896019670087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-she-says.html' title='So she says'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113147179535878711</id><published>2005-11-09T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T03:17:40.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCEANA</title><summary type='text'> Tokyo BarWARNING: If you're used to pictures taken in clubs showing people all glammed up and looking good, in a sober-ly state-these are nothing like those. :Never ask drunk people to take photos for you.Oceana, Bristol on Monday night. It was organised by the Management Society-so it was basically around 200 of us, most from BBA1. 200 Business Admin students= FUN. Oceana is easily one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113147179535878711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113147179535878711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113147179535878711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113147179535878711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/11/oceana.html' title='OCEANA'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113109990965218785</id><published>2005-11-04T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:25:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me..</title><summary type='text'> For I have sinned... They were the product of retail theraphy on Wednesday, on what was a pretty shitty day. Hope everyone had a good Raya and Deepavali! Mine was spent like any ordinary day here. :( Bah! So much work! Looking forward to me context presentation-we've already made plans to celebrate after. Heehee.Saturday is Guy Fawkes Night!! There's gonna be a huge public event on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113109990965218785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113109990965218785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113109990965218785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113109990965218785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/11/forgive-me_113109990965218785.html' title='Forgive me..'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113079960344755862</id><published>2005-11-01T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T07:00:03.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets on the eastside</title><summary type='text'>Mondays are just the longest days here. The days I have the most classes. The first of which starts at a horrible 9.15. Bah. But I got the best surprise when I came back after law (which was cancelled in the end) and Jenny waving madly in the air a little green piece of paper with my name on it- PACKAGE BABY! We trotted off to the mail room and walked back with me carrying my brown package tied </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113079960344755862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113079960344755862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113079960344755862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113079960344755862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunsets-on-eastside.html' title='Sunsets on the eastside'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113059233286020208</id><published>2005-10-29T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:25:32.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday</title><summary type='text'>Am just going to chill at home today and get my work done. Look at what I have to do!I am so behind in work! AAAHH. I just know by about 4 I'm going to give up and probably go to town. Bah. I can't work in the library because I just can't concentrate when it's all quiet. Dan's gone for rowing and Jenny will be going to the library soon. I'm going to be stuck here with Sven! NO! I'll never get any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113059233286020208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113059233286020208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113059233286020208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113059233286020208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/10/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-113059148643400363</id><published>2005-10-29T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:11:26.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna take you to a gay bar!</title><summary type='text'> Bin man Sven, Dasterdly Dan and Wicthy Me! Jenny and Me!  I think it's so weird that there's actually a song called that above. Halloween party last night at Funky Guppy! Decided not to get all decked out so I got myself a hat, a little cauldron and a small broomstick. I was the only one with a purple witch hat, and it kept getting knocked over or someone will nick it and put it on their head. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/113059148643400363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=113059148643400363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113059148643400363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/113059148643400363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-gonna-take-you-to-gay-bar.html' title='I&apos;m gonna take you to a gay bar!'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112713565137790194</id><published>2005-09-19T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:14:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Forgotten?</title><summary type='text'>Shit. It's sinking in.From the little gestures. Constant reminiscing. The big words spoken. The times when nothing had to be said, it was just done. I hope I don't leave anything behind. Hope I don't leave anything hanging. I've already got enough baggage to bring there with me. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112713565137790194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112713565137790194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112713565137790194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112713565137790194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-you-forgotten.html' title='Have You Forgotten?'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112567584311350574</id><published>2005-09-02T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:44:03.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><summary type='text'>Been running around trying to get everything done, so I think today was the first day I haven't done squat. :) Visa. Check.Luggage. Check.Shopping will be continued on while i'm there. But, kitchen utensils. Check.Learn to cook. In due time. Am trying to spend time and meet up with everyone. The Girls. Check.Everyone else. In due time. I will probably do something before I go, but even if I do it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112567584311350574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112567584311350574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112567584311350574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112567584311350574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/09/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112394531958179539</id><published>2005-08-13T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:02:02.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Way Is Out</title><summary type='text'>He's gone on Monday. *BLUBBER*Least I got to spend more time with him this time around. But it still wasn't enough. I won't say more than just the fact that I love his company and I'm really going to miss him. Unfortunately, still no sparkbangbangfireworks type things. It's alright. Least holidays in the States are the same as UK so I'll see him in December! :)p.s. Chrissy, how now? I have just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112394531958179539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112394531958179539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112394531958179539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112394531958179539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/08/which-way-is-out.html' title='Which Way Is Out'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112377176180863151</id><published>2005-08-11T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:49:21.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretense</title><summary type='text'>There's just no winning with certain people sometimes. I guess with me things have to be crystal clear. Be blunt. Be rude. Be honest. Be whatever. I have my weaknesses; sometimes I'm so shrouded by my own conceived thoughts and opinions on how everything should be. Force me to look past that then. Make me see that things can be different. The oppurtunity is right in front of you; just take it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112377176180863151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112377176180863151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112377176180863151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112377176180863151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/08/pretense.html' title='Pretense'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112364617244740294</id><published>2005-08-10T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:56:12.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade</title><summary type='text'>I've earned my en-suite bedroom. :)So now I have to start cracking on my VISA and plan out checklists (which my mum will enthusiastically do) and savour these last few weeks here! AAAHH!I'm leaving on the 22nd of September. Mark it down boys and girls. :(I'm off to South Africa for a holiday next week so things are going to be a bit of a rush once I come back at the end of the month. Hope it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112364617244740294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112364617244740294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112364617244740294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112364617244740294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/08/parade.html' title='Parade'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112334371247585720</id><published>2005-08-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:55:12.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much</title><summary type='text'>Fuck the new 21 ruling. I only got to enjoy the feeling of "legal-ness" for about 8 months. And results out in less than 2 days now. *Rocks back and forth in chair*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112334371247585720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112334371247585720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112334371247585720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112334371247585720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/08/too-much.html' title='Too Much'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112299410752084897</id><published>2005-08-02T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:48:27.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lovin' Ain't The Same</title><summary type='text'>I got this message around 3 o'clock today:-You know what happened, a friend of mine said she worked in Fendi, so on the way home, I pop in to see her and it turns out-she doesn't work there anymore!Ah, fuck! This is where I want to publicly apologize to Hisham for going through all the trouble and also--for failing to tell him I've stopped working there. ( They never even technically told me they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112299410752084897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112299410752084897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112299410752084897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112299410752084897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/08/lovin-aint-same.html' title='The Lovin&apos; Ain&apos;t The Same'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112229506558664818</id><published>2005-07-25T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:37:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loaded Gun</title><summary type='text'>Wishing to be the friction in your jeans. Couldn't have put it better. I need some action. It's quite sad to note that FICTIONAL characters from Harry Potter are getting more than you are. SADDD.Since y'all read me blog, how bout dinner this Friday? At Chilli's or something again? It was fun last time. Holler back. :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112229506558664818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112229506558664818' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112229506558664818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112229506558664818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/07/loaded-gun.html' title='Loaded Gun'/><author><name>azy</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-112178520148262723</id><published>2005-07-19T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:00:01.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 to 7</title><summary type='text'>Yay! The store manager wants me to come in on Thursday. They've got new stock coming in and she needed more people to help out. AND, she said she would be needing much more help now so that means, YAY! I'm not sure about my days yet but she said she'll discuss the roster when I come in on Thursday.Best part is, I get to see all the new stuff coming in. *skips around*I wanna celebrate by going out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112178520148262723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112178520148262723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112178520148262723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112178520148262723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/07/11-to-7_19.html' title='11 to 7'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112169805903215280</id><published>2005-07-18T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:47:39.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trippin'</title><summary type='text'>Oh, just forget the last post. I'm such a weak sod. It's hard to ignore that annoying orange blinking light that comes whenever a message window pops out when I log in online.Person: HeyMe: HiPerson: *starts engaging in conversation*Me:*responds*I can't remember the last time I talked to him face-to-face.ANYWAY, I have finished reading Half-Blood Prince twice. I did not cry though, because I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112169805903215280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112169805903215280' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112169805903215280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112169805903215280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/07/trippin.html' title='Trippin&apos;'/><author><name>azy</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-112135653829834431</id><published>2005-07-14T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:55:38.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest Mistake</title><summary type='text'>I give up. Are you happy now?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112135653829834431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112135653829834431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112135653829834431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112135653829834431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/07/honest-mistake.html' title='Honest Mistake'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112065288763964026</id><published>2005-07-06T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:28:07.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London 2012</title><summary type='text'>I wanted PARIS to win!!! As much as I love London, I just don't see them pulling it off.I owe someone 5 bucks. Ergh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112065288763964026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112065288763964026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112065288763964026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112065288763964026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/07/london-2012.html' title='London 2012'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112055872607758617</id><published>2005-07-05T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:18:46.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am obsessed..</title><summary type='text'>...with FASHION BLOGS!I have a din din tonight with my girlies at La Risata. Yay!I found out I have really tight hamstrings-therefore, more physiotherapy. So far it's been arm, back and now my legs. *sigh*I think I'm coming down with a fever and sore throat.So, the movie date will have to be postponed for 129387612964th time. Phooey. Enough randomness for now. I shall go take a shower. Good day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112055872607758617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112055872607758617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112055872607758617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112055872607758617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-obsessed.html' title='I am obsessed..'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-112022012613859191</id><published>2005-07-01T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:15:26.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zouked yesterday. Lowdown:SYARINA WORE A DRESS! SYARINA WORE A DRESS!SYARINA HAD A DATE! SYARINA HAD A DATE!Had to pay even though it was Ladies Night. Bah, we arrived after 12. Bah again.Did not have a VIP "chop" so I made the most pathetic pitiful face ever and the bouncer let me in. He said he "kesian" looking at me like that. But that also meant, I always had to use the first staircase when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/112022012613859191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=112022012613859191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112022012613859191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/112022012613859191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/07/zouked-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111980259140184884</id><published>2005-06-26T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T00:16:31.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So solid</title><summary type='text'>Alright, I'm getting bored of being bored. Should start going out I guess. Bah. I'm such a homebody (like that wasn't obvious enough). I can just curl up in my bed for hours and just listen to my music. Going out would have to involve mounds of planning, trying to fit into everyone's timetable, time spent on getting all gussied up, transportation (fuck, should drive soon) and ergh, walking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111980259140184884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111980259140184884' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111980259140184884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111980259140184884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-solid.html' title='So solid'/><author><name>azy</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-111935316276933715</id><published>2005-06-21T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:26:02.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Micro-Injected Collagen Lip Plumping Pencil  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111935316276933715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111935316276933715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111935316276933715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111935316276933715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/06/micro-injected-collagen-lip-plumping.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111935308562944120</id><published>2005-06-21T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:24:45.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That above freaked the hell outta me. Collagen doesn't come in needles anymore-it comes in lip liners for your convinience.We live in a scary world.It's only been a week since college has ended and it feels like it's been a couple of weeks already! What's worse is that I actually like having nothing to do. I'm enjoying being bored. I'd rather laze my ass on my bed reading magazines than going out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111935308562944120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111935308562944120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111935308562944120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111935308562944120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/06/that-above-freaked-hell-outta-me.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-111889361698833160</id><published>2005-06-16T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T11:46:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll last longer if you take a picture</title><summary type='text'>I'm giving a whole new meaning to the term "mood swings".One minute I'm floating on top of cloud nine, the next minute the cloud's raining on me and I'm drenched to the bone.WHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?I'm so so so tired. I can't help but bother. I really can't. I think I have some sort of sick need to keep on hurting myself. It's as if I know that damned mug is hot but I can't stop touching</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111889361698833160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111889361698833160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111889361698833160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111889361698833160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/06/itll-last-longer-if-you-take-picture.html' title='It&apos;ll last longer if you take a picture'/><author><name>azy</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-111755255393818008</id><published>2005-05-31T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:15:53.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast Off</title><summary type='text'>Econs 4 is over and done with! It was a total wave of relief and the end of the paper. Only one more big big major major paper left which is Accounts which I have 6 days left to do something about. 6 days=lots of time. So I'm just gonna lepak my ass off tonight first. Woohoo.Econs wasn't too bad because I was fearing the absolute worst especially after the whole wasteland of Sociology. I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111755255393818008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111755255393818008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111755255393818008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111755255393818008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/blast-off.html' title='Blast Off'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111719831545492996</id><published>2005-05-27T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T20:51:55.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>May I introduce you to..my dad.While watching American Idol, when those two chicks were singing with Babyface,Dad: Hey, the guy in the middle can sing. How come he got kicked out?Me: Daddy, that's Babyfacelah!Dad: Oh! No wonder. But if he joined American Idol he would win...Aiyoh. O_o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111719831545492996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111719831545492996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111719831545492996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111719831545492996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-i-introduce-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-111703483954060203</id><published>2005-05-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:27:19.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing my own tail</title><summary type='text'>I want to rant and moan and drone on about a lot of things on this blog. I have nothing wrong with people writing about their personal lives on blogs- the internet is a public domain. It's a personal choice if you choose to let people have a glimpse into your life. Why else would you set up a blog in the first place? Even if you do set up some sort of private blog-you're still letting a certain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111703483954060203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111703483954060203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111703483954060203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111703483954060203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/chasing-my-own-tail.html' title='chasing my own tail'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111694406785115309</id><published>2005-05-24T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:14:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialistic Wants 2</title><summary type='text'>I want ESPADRILLES!I need a sugar daddy. Tee hee.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111694406785115309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111694406785115309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111694406785115309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111694406785115309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/materialistic-wants-2.html' title='Materialistic Wants 2'/><author><name>azy</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-111694323066602218</id><published>2005-05-24T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:00:30.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Steve Madden 'Bommbay' Wedge Espadrille </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111694323066602218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111694323066602218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111694323066602218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111694323066602218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/steve-madden-bommbay-wedge-espadrille.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111694271866031588</id><published>2005-05-24T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:51:58.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ralph Lauren satin 'Silvana' espadrilles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111694271866031588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111694271866031588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111694271866031588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111694271866031588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/ralph-lauren-satin-silvana-espadrilles.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111684990982354369</id><published>2005-05-23T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T20:05:10.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>they will see us waving from such great heights, "come down now," they'll saybut everything looks perfect from far away, "come down now," but we'll stay... Such Great Heights- The Postal ServiceI'm FREAKING OUT. I'm SCARED. ERGGGGHHHHHH.But after this, it's goodbye to sociology forever! It's going to be orgasmic.So i'll look forward to that. In the mean time, it's back to secularization.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111684990982354369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111684990982354369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111684990982354369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111684990982354369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/they-will-see-us-waving-from-such.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111660261060219103</id><published>2005-05-20T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:23:30.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of any sort of intervention, please?</title><summary type='text'>Azy's about to short-circuit any moment now. I really wish I would though-just blow up into little itty bitty pieces and be blown away by the wind. Just scattered all over the place. Actually, that's what I'm feeling like right now. Scattered. I don't feel like I'm all here for some reason. A little voice is saying, too many things in your mind.I feel effing vulnerable to be exact. And it's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111660261060219103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111660261060219103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111660261060219103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111660261060219103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-need-of-any-sort-of-intervention.html' title='In need of any sort of intervention, please?'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111643078071617748</id><published>2005-05-18T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T23:39:40.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting In Your Eyes</title><summary type='text'>MY HEADPHONES JUST BROKE.My lifeline has just been cut off. What am I going to do now? *stares at broken headphone pieces*Oh well. *plugs back in big-ass speakers*:)--------------------------------Me and Christopher agree that Hayden Christensen is hot and we would both like very much to hump him. Seperately.Okay, so he didn't say about the humping part but I know he wants to get it onnn with him</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111643078071617748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111643078071617748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111643078071617748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111643078071617748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/reflecting-in-your-eyes.html' title='Reflecting In Your Eyes'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111633628748031065</id><published>2005-05-17T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T21:24:47.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How It Is</title><summary type='text'>Piles of books strewn over my study table. Piles of books strewn over the table next to the computer. Notes, files, pens, coloured pens and highlighters strewn everywhere as well.Flipping through textbooks. Flipping through dozens of files. Flipping through my notes.Misplacing certain notes and wasting time going through every nook and cranny looking for them. Looking for files to put more stuff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111633628748031065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111633628748031065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111633628748031065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111633628748031065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-how-it-is.html' title='This Is How It Is'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111624805530931701</id><published>2005-05-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:54:15.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At 5 a.m today, our fridge "exploded"-leaking water and flooding our kitchen and dining area.I found it funny. My parents didn't see the humor in it.-----------------------Went for Syarina's brother's wedding yesterday night and it was so fun! I got to see Mazlina and catch up after so long. I miss just hanging out with girls!! And it was nice to see everyone so dressed up and especially, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111624805530931701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111624805530931701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111624805530931701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111624805530931701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111589756252913313</id><published>2005-05-12T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T19:32:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Out Of Your Skin</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what's worse. Two different situations; one where I know too much for my own good and the other, where I know too little and that's all I'm ever going to know. But the feeling's the same-helplessness. I can only shut my mouth and let things pass at the moment. My fingers are getting itchy though, just wanting to scratch and dig through everything. Even if it's just for a moment, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111589756252913313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111589756252913313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111589756252913313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111589756252913313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/coming-out-of-your-skin.html' title='Coming Out Of Your Skin'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111564221636551188</id><published>2005-05-09T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T14:47:09.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I On?</title><summary type='text'>OHMYGOD!http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/harry_potter/thegobletoffire/OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!*calms down* Wahey! It looks so good. But all trailers always do. Anyhoo, I have immersed myself in books. So, if you see me online and I don't reply, it means I'm studying but I've got the headphones plugged into the computer so I can listen to my playlist. It's the last week of college! Why isn't anyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111564221636551188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111564221636551188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111564221636551188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111564221636551188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-am-i-on.html' title='What Am I On?'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111537688132865120</id><published>2005-05-06T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:54:41.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway</title><summary type='text'>I sense an ickle sense of motivation creeping up. I do hope it builds in the next few days! There's nothing more that gets me further than the thought of being able to achieve something special. I feel so enlightened. It must have been the 3 hour nap I just had after classes. Oo-er, coz I didn't post yesterday,HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIAN!Walau. 14 years of friendship! Jian Li is probably the only person </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111537688132865120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111537688132865120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111537688132865120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111537688132865120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/highway.html' title='Highway'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111520492543519542</id><published>2005-05-04T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:08:45.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM SICK.So don't expect any witty retorts ON being sick; drippy nose, blood shot eyes, phlegmy throat and headaches, because I don't even have the energy to actually write about being sick.*snort snort sniff*I think my nose just fell off.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111520492543519542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111520492543519542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111520492543519542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111520492543519542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111451478411868065</id><published>2005-04-26T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T19:26:24.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Bruises</title><summary type='text'>I don't understand..Why can't you see what I see? You're so much more than you make yourself out to be. I'm starting to rhyme-it's not a good sign. Oh hell. I'm just missing seeing you smile...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111451478411868065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111451478411868065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111451478411868065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111451478411868065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/tiny-bruises.html' title='Tiny Bruises'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111433250205457813</id><published>2005-04-24T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:48:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadkill</title><summary type='text'>Urgh. Went out for lunch at La Risata and my tummy is full with Fondue, and my favourite Steak in Mushroom sauce. I can't move...I'm gonna go out to practice driving soon and I just needed to rant on how much I DETEST driving. I LOATHE driving. I DESPISE driving.  What's worse is that I have to practice driving our Mercedes before I can feel "comfortable" with the smaller car. I never noticed how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111433250205457813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111433250205457813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111433250205457813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111433250205457813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/roadkill.html' title='Roadkill'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111427146299850435</id><published>2005-04-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:49:33.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything inside you knows</title><summary type='text'>Blogger was screwy yesterday, but this was supposed to be last night's post:I'm all ready to go back to college now. I'm gonna welcome back routine with wide open arms, baby. Two weeks did seem short but I've had quite enough. One and a half years of college and A levels is almost over! Then it's a 3 month break-which I will fully utilise to spend time with the family and friends, savour the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111427146299850435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111427146299850435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111427146299850435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111427146299850435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-everything-inside-you-knows.html' title='when everything inside you knows'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111401180081730389</id><published>2005-04-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:45:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Written</title><summary type='text'>One of you is looking at the long view, the junctures between past, present and future, the overall flow. The other is focused on some very specific aspects, examining the details under the equivalent of an electron microscope. One's more freethinking; the other's analyzing the heck out of everything. This can easily lead to a place where the first thinks the second's being uptight, while the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111401180081730389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111401180081730389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111401180081730389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111401180081730389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/written.html' title='Written'/><author><name>azy</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-111399108126683744</id><published>2005-04-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:29:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Hot Soup</title><summary type='text'>Listening to: The Shins-New SlangMood: PensiveSometimes you need to take a step back. Sit down for a little while. Just breathe.How can I do that when I don't even have the time to catch my breath? I need to keep up so I can't stop walking. And I only want to look forward....never looking back.------------------------------Argh. I screwed up my trials. Making myself feel better by constantly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111399108126683744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111399108126683744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111399108126683744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111399108126683744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-hot-soup.html' title='In Hot Soup'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111374095188321711</id><published>2005-04-17T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T20:30:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't ask about salsa. Yesterday night will go down in history as the most talked about screwed up night for years to come. *Sigh* It was hella funny though. We dressed up to the absolute nines, didn't we? In dresses no less! With Evalyn having the last laugh of the night since she was so "dressed down". Haha. We ended up at Alexis at the end of the night-only to realise we should have just gone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111374095188321711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111374095188321711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111374095188321711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111374095188321711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-ask-about-salsa.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111357026330376408</id><published>2005-04-15T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:04:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail and Wonder</title><summary type='text'>Saaaaaaaaaallllllssssssssaaaaaaaa!Hah! I can't wait. I hope it's good and worth it. I have a feeling it will be. Did anyone watch Dirty Dancing2: Havana Nights? Before watching it, you should just clear your head and convince yourself that you're just watching it to listen to the music and look at the sexy dancing. Coz the rest of the movie is pretty much crap-but the dancing! The cuban beats! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111357026330376408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111357026330376408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111357026330376408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111357026330376408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/sail-and-wonder.html' title='Sail and Wonder'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111345299410642528</id><published>2005-04-14T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:29:54.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What comes to my mind when I look at this picture:-What do you get when you take a group of girls and make them spend time with each other everyday for a period of 5 years? It's attack of the clones, baby-that's what it is.Such unfortunate incidents as the one below happen more than once. You know how the say when couples spend so much time together, they start to look alike? I think it applies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111345299410642528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111345299410642528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111345299410642528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111345299410642528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-comes-to-my-mind-when-i-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111340165450761489</id><published>2005-04-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:14:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bitches In Black. Yes we're that cheesy. Farwin, Me, Anis and Karina. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111340165450761489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111340165450761489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111340165450761489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111340165450761489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/bitches-in-black.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111332211661249218</id><published>2005-04-12T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:08:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Context</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I admit it-I'm selfish about my music. I hate it when I hear someone talking about a band I've been listening to for a long time and they've only heard of them last week. I hate it when people like bands that are great just for that one song (e.g. Mr. Brightside) and that's only because it's played on the most overrated radio station. And then I hear that Stereophonics's Dakota has started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111332211661249218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111332211661249218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111332211661249218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111332211661249218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/out-of-context.html' title='Out Of Context'/><author><name>azy</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569320.post-111329020587894147</id><published>2005-04-12T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T15:16:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisky</title><summary type='text'>Oreo cookies and Glamour magazines. Yes, yes, feeling very contented right now. *Munch munch*So, Friendster has actually come up with day-to-day horoscopes, blogs and photo albums. Before you know it, they're going to come up with a wide search engine and even an email service! But I think the forecasts they have for every day is quite cute;Things slowing down a little? Feeling like you might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111329020587894147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111329020587894147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111329020587894147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111329020587894147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/frisky.html' title='Frisky'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111321443883303489</id><published>2005-04-11T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:13:58.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batteries Not Included</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here with an ice pack on my right knee. Woke up this morning with the "once-every-few-weeks" pain in my leg. Someone please tell me what the fuck is up with my leg so I don't have to face being completely immobile for a day anymore. All I did today was SLEEP. I think I have been awake for only 4 hours or something. It's times like this that I wish I didn't have a vagina. I don't want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111321443883303489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111321443883303489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111321443883303489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111321443883303489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/batteries-not-included.html' title='Batteries Not Included'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111304119285202635</id><published>2005-04-09T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T18:06:32.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow The Leader</title><summary type='text'>I've been awake for about 2 hours now. ERGH. The aftermath of clubbing and it being the STUPID time of the month makes me a very cranky person.No wonder I was so moody yesterday-I was PMS-ing. Hee. David and Chris's "attempts" at a seductive striptease for me did lighten up my mood. Don't quit your day job Mr Tee. Also didn't help that there were only 3 girls and probably 20 guys. So I had no one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111304119285202635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111304119285202635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111304119285202635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111304119285202635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/follow-leader.html' title='Follow The Leader'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111279191353335988</id><published>2005-04-06T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:51:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far, So Good</title><summary type='text'>I wanna go down on you for an hour0_o *melts, oozes and turns into putty*And I'm supposed to maintain my cool and act all nonchalant after that?????Me: Duh....Fuck it. --------------------------------------One more day! One more and I can claim my sanity back. Actually, I'm on holiday mood already. Can't be bothered to read anymore Econs. Last round of fun before we face the big one. So, two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111279191353335988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111279191353335988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111279191353335988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111279191353335988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far, So Good'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111260493607096244</id><published>2005-04-04T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:55:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changed the blog address to www.moshpittah.blogspot.comJust added the H as you can see. Kept forgetting to repair that typo.Accounts was so hardddd. Oh my god, how can a subject so mind-numbingly dry and stale be so difficult? Bleh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111260493607096244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111260493607096244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111260493607096244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111260493607096244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/changed-blog-address-to-www.html' title=''/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111235411041684575</id><published>2005-04-01T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T19:15:10.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Other Way To Spell It</title><summary type='text'>Me likey Head Automatica vely much! Hehe, thanks Shaun. The damned cd skips though. :/Two papers down, four more to go. Sense the joy in me. I can't wait for this monotony to end and I can be free again. Even though it's just for 2 weeks. I'll take all that I can.Brain is at a bit of a mental block, because I have just filtered out all the Economics and Sociology (both papers which sucked major </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111235411041684575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111235411041684575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111235411041684575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111235411041684575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-one-other-way-to-spell-it.html' title='Just One Other Way To Spell It'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111185052357755304</id><published>2005-03-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:22:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foul and I'm Out</title><summary type='text'>I did something majorly stupid and very unlike me last Friday. All I can say is, it involved walking very briskly out of the library and hiding away in the college "garden".I might as well just live under a rock. I'm that pathetic. Losing all my inhibitions over such a thing. :/ I remember learning in Biology, something about how the receptors in your body work. It's either, the receptor sends a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111185052357755304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111185052357755304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111185052357755304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111185052357755304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/03/foul-and-im-out.html' title='Foul and I&apos;m Out'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111183729725323200</id><published>2005-03-26T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:41:37.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Into The Wild</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHARA!!Sangria. :)Not SANGKAI. Hahah.  Thank you for having us at your BBQ birthday party yesterday! I am a happy camper now because I got to spend time with all the gurrls. We ate, bitched, laughed, drank and bitched some more. We are a meeeaan ass bunch. But I love you guys anyway. Funny story. We're driving back from Tropicana, all tired and full. Karina's sending all of us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111183729725323200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111183729725323200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111183729725323200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111183729725323200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/03/stepping-into-wild.html' title='Stepping Into The Wild'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111149231549905086</id><published>2005-03-22T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:16:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching Far and Wide</title><summary type='text'>You are striving for a life full of activity and experience and, perhaps even more, an environment where you would be able to forge a close bond with a person who can offer full emotional fulfillment.You are looking for something different. Your imagination has been working overtime and you are seeking adventure - and you'd like to share that adventure, the new experience, with someone like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111149231549905086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111149231549905086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111149231549905086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111149231549905086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/03/searching-far-and-wide.html' title='Searching Far and Wide'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111133059785038134</id><published>2005-03-20T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:00:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get My Own</title><summary type='text'>Mum and sis are back from the UK. Got my underwear haul. Mucho happy. Also got some tops from Topshop, FCUK, MNG and Oasis (!!!). Plus, my mum got me a nice black sweater with a zipper for when I go off later. &lt;3Will get more stuff in the upcoming months. (Jojo! Zara tweed jackets!)Obviously, I'm not all 'up and at 'em' for the trials at the end of the month. I told my dad about it. I said I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111133059785038134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111133059785038134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111133059785038134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111133059785038134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/03/get-my-own.html' title='Get My Own'/><author><name>azy</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-7569320.post-111097237470412381</id><published>2005-03-16T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:26:14.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare Me A Dime</title><summary type='text'>Listening to: Scissor Sisters-Laura (Sh'mon..sh'mon)Mood: Hyper!Ohman. I am such a bimbo. I accidently wrote down the wrong UCAS code for Nottingham. There was a typo in the 2004 prospectus and on the BA Management degree page the code stated was N1T4. So, I put down N1T4 in the UCAS form. I got the formal offer from the university yesterday and had a mini-stroke when I read,We are pleased to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/feeds/111097237470412381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569320&amp;postID=111097237470412381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111097237470412381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569320/posts/default/111097237470412381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moshpittah.blogspot.com/2005/03/spare-me-dime.html' title='Spare Me A Dime'/><author><name>azy</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>
