<?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-6837358</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:47:20.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Match Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>and I will burn you into crisp.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-6105559243813425338</id><published>2009-10-18T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:02:40.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deer Tracks</title><summary type='text'>If Múm to Sigur Rós, Asobi Seksu to West Indian Girl is your thing, then go forth and click the below.

For all the quiet woozy experiments hailing from all landscapes cold &amp; dreamy (possibly dreary), this one is here to stay I hope.

I officially declare it as one of the gems of 2009.

Presenting to you the very arresting Deer Tracks, from Sweden.

Enjoy.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6105559243813425338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=6105559243813425338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/6105559243813425338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/6105559243813425338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-mum-to-sigur-ros-asobi-seksu-to-west.html' title='The Deer Tracks'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-2157463838272954971</id><published>2009-10-07T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:00:52.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convo Of The Day</title><summary type='text'>Conversation with a gay friend on whether another colleague is gay.

Monsieur - The Gay Friend
Carnage - Me

c a r n a g e says:but well he is using a Paris Hilton perfume called Love Me (so apparently i heard wrongly, its actually called " Just Me ")monsieur* says:Ew!monsieur* says:Is he gay?c a r n a g e says:he really doesn't gimme the gay vibes.monsieur* says:How do you know? Wow even I'm not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2157463838272954971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=2157463838272954971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/2157463838272954971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/2157463838272954971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/convo-of-day.html' title='Convo Of The Day'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-3020048110786528858</id><published>2009-09-20T14:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:11:06.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beirut - Nantes</title><summary type='text'>
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hard enough to make me *yawn* struggle out of my endless inertia to write this post. *yawn* Not that it's any sudden enlightenment of any sort but well, they certainly rangespecially loud."....wish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3927395242163393047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=3927395242163393047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/3927395242163393047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/3927395242163393047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-alicia-those-who-believe-they.html' title='For Alicia, Those Who Believe They Deserve Better, and could I try..Me?'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-7486943679705808554</id><published>2007-05-06T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:33:16.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Areas, Grey Hairs</title><summary type='text'>Ladidadida.Take me along Mr..... Wind. Too damn tired to think.Just don't let history repeat itself.Thank you and goodnight.Make merry ..MAKE MERRY!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7486943679705808554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=7486943679705808554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/7486943679705808554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/7486943679705808554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2007/05/grey-areas-grey-hairs.html' title='Grey Areas, Grey Hairs'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-7027077964747036252</id><published>2007-03-07T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:54:30.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour!</title><summary type='text'>There's actually a million ( well not actually a million ) things I wanted/want to write about, and yes writing CAN be a great form of catharsis ( in which humans really need to find their own lest we kill our fellow humans or, kill ourselves ) .However, time, mood, and other invalid but justifiable reasons for my inertia explains the sparodic hiatus. A quick flashback! The Douglas Olivero kid at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7027077964747036252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=7027077964747036252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/7027077964747036252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/7027077964747036252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2007/03/bonjour.html' title='Bonjour!'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-116767123214975407</id><published>2007-01-02T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:14:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd Dec Santa Claus Rock</title><summary type='text'>Gig at L Cube Music Studio, 23rd December, "Santa Claus Rock". Now, hit it.Sounan by Now Playing (Sheena Ringo Cover)Untitled by Now Playing (Sheena Ringo Cover)Butterfly - Revolution Engine Bolt (Crazytown Cover)Untitled by Band WUntitled by Juvenile SunsetUntitled by Armchair Critic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/116767123214975407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=116767123214975407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/116767123214975407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/116767123214975407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2007/01/23rd-dec-santa-claus-rock.html' title='23rd Dec Santa Claus Rock'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-116607439412491457</id><published>2006-12-14T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T13:38:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus Rock</title><summary type='text'>No, not the Fat Man. But a GIG! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/116607439412491457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=116607439412491457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/116607439412491457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/116607439412491457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/12/santa-claus-rock.html' title='Santa Claus Rock'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-116491264959130339</id><published>2006-12-01T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:23:55.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Making of L Cube Music Studio - 90%</title><summary type='text'>Deluxe Room [small]Executive Room [medium]  Suite Room [big] - great for gigs/personal concertsLounge. I mean, reception.Spanking new jamming studio in town opens for booking NOW!Elephant size Suite Room perfect for gigs/personal concerts.Be the first to experience it. *Promotional prices from now til 28 Feb 2007*L CUBE MUSIC STUDIObrought to you by 天地会16A DUXTON RDnear Tanjong Pagar/Chinatown </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/116491264959130339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=116491264959130339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/116491264959130339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/116491264959130339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/12/making-of-l-cube-music-studio-90.html' title='The Making of L Cube Music Studio - 90%'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-116481953494979498</id><published>2006-11-30T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:03:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Making of L Cube Music Studio</title><summary type='text'>Counting down to the opening makes me raaaaaather excited. But I'm sure, They, are probably a 100 times more anxious.3rd Dec..3rd Dec...3rd Dec......Sneak Preview 80% : Smallest room ( aka. DELUXE...room. cough.)   Big/Gig room with stage (aka SUITE) Corridor &amp; reception area.  More photos coming up but..eyelids are giving ..way...  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/116481953494979498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=116481953494979498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/116481953494979498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/116481953494979498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/11/making-of-l-cube-music-studio.html' title='The Making of L Cube Music Studio'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-116334395243748771</id><published>2006-11-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:12:23.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L Cube Music Studio</title><summary type='text'>Grand Opening of L Cube Music Studio, by Tian Di Hui3rd Dec'065pm Reception 7pm Performance by local bandsJamming studio, music school, and a place to hold mini gigs all rolled into one. Sweet.To all the noisemakers, we'll see you there.16A Duxton Rd S(089482) Hit it--&gt; http://lcubemusic.chocoboard.com/________________________________________________________________http://www.streetdirectory.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/116334395243748771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=116334395243748771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/116334395243748771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/116334395243748771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/11/l-cube-music-studio.html' title='L Cube Music Studio'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115917379390129287</id><published>2006-09-25T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:43:13.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barf City</title><summary type='text'>*GAGS*http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/from_our_own_correspondent/5371500.stm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115917379390129287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115917379390129287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115917379390129287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115917379390129287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/barf-city.html' title='Barf City'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115916406691232252</id><published>2006-09-25T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T14:01:06.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pervert Strikes Again</title><summary type='text'>Boku wa Shido Nakamura.Dozo yorushiku. Voyeuring complete.Over and out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115916406691232252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115916406691232252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115916406691232252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115916406691232252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/pervert-strikes-again.html' title='The Pervert Strikes Again'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115916112595386407</id><published>2006-09-25T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:45:49.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, now that got me thinkin'.</title><summary type='text'>"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."--Dr SeussMy, if it's only that easy to apply over biased perceptions.What happens if we only see what we want to see? That's fucking dangerous.Like eating salad in a bowl of lard and sayin', " But hey, its greens! "But I guess who cares right? As long as the person is happy, they say.As </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115916112595386407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115916112595386407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115916112595386407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115916112595386407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/ah-now-that-got-me-thinkin.html' title='Ah, now that got me thinkin&apos;.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115903789495703253</id><published>2006-09-24T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T02:58:15.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a..Closet Shopaholic.</title><summary type='text'>There you go. Pretty much sums up the whole deal before I even begin.Agenda to the city today was1) to pick up a cheque2) alter 2 pieces of clothing.Well, the latter was never done.And why so?Ah..the classic tragedy of Le Detours to Le Destination struck.AND STRUCK SO BAD.I mean, this is STUPID. I lugged a considerable weight of 2 jackets to town for alteration only to bring them right back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115903789495703253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115903789495703253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115903789495703253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115903789495703253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/confessions-of-acloset-shopaholic.html' title='Confessions of a..Closet Shopaholic.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115891995350015321</id><published>2006-09-22T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:12:33.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><summary type='text'>er. If I may laugh, but I found this incredibly hilarious.SMS conversationa certain girlfriend E: You free later at 9 plus?me: Wassup.E: Accompany me go sell thing to a guy at the mrt station.me: Uh...why leh?E: Selling the freaking big cash register! I buy you ice milo lahme: Oh you need help in carrying? Ok.E: Not really. Just not comfortable meeting strangers alone.....Somemore it's a guy.er..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115891995350015321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115891995350015321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115891995350015321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115891995350015321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115891465869064384</id><published>2006-09-22T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:44:18.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego World</title><summary type='text'>Now this is what I call, thinking out of the box. Woah ho.Taken from Newsweek :The Discomforts of HomeAn innovative new housing project outside Tokyo aims to keep residents sharp by throwing them off balance. Duck!By Kay ItoiNewsweek InternationalDec. 19, 2005 issue - Most people, in choosing a new home, look for comfort: a serene atmosphere, smooth walls and floors, a logical layout. Nonsense, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115891465869064384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115891465869064384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115891465869064384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115891465869064384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/lego-world.html' title='Lego World'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115850073482622153</id><published>2006-09-17T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:48:31.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artichoke</title><summary type='text'>Finally.  Something decent lookin after so long. NOKIA 8800 Sirocco Edition$1440...... and the search continues.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115850073482622153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115850073482622153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115850073482622153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115850073482622153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/artichoke.html' title='Artichoke'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115842883824026039</id><published>2006-09-17T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:37:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Machines</title><summary type='text'>Now, I've always, kinda, sorta, been wanting to get an MP3 Player.But yes, it's been mammoth years and I haven't.Yes she takes an annoyingly grandiose amount of time to even make a decision. (furthermore a purchase.)Unproductive you say, and yes, a big fusspot.Alas! Selective if I must be, for satisfaction is crucial.Now if I may present to...myself, the promising candidates:[Click on pictures </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115842883824026039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115842883824026039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115842883824026039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115842883824026039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/mean-machines.html' title='Mean Machines'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115838750043203882</id><published>2006-09-16T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:18:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Night, What A Morning.</title><summary type='text'>I must be gettin' old.For all of a sudden, thumping club beats, strange calming scent of booze &amp; cigs, vibrant yet monotonous chatter, amidst a luminously hazy backdrop, don't seem very alluring anymore.So how is it even possible to work it, if it has lost its charm on me?It's funny how a change of heart, of perceptions, of what one felt so strongly for, can all go up in..smoke, in a matter of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115838750043203882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115838750043203882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115838750043203882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115838750043203882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-night-what-morning_16.html' title='What A Night, What A Morning.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115832775766167632</id><published>2006-09-15T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:42:37.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Type With My Eyes Closed</title><summary type='text'>Well yes..it's not exactly late. 9.27pm to be exact.But with my head bobbing away, let's just hope I don't mistake the eyeliner for lipstick.But really, who the hell has an interview at 1130P forkin' M.I'm all set for my tattered Pjs, how can you do this to me?As the protaganist stares woefully at the crumpled corporate wear...she moves with a heavy heart." Iron I must, for it is time. "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115832775766167632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115832775766167632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115832775766167632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115832775766167632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-i-type-with-my-eyes-closed.html' title='And I Type With My Eyes Closed'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115824384838242355</id><published>2006-09-14T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:01:59.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Life is all about this.</title><summary type='text'>59,644.5 ¥ 507.743 USD 800 SGD Fuck the kaching. Oh how I hate you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115824384838242355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115824384838242355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115824384838242355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115824384838242355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-life-is-all-about-this.html' title='And Life is all about this.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115821022350919701</id><published>2006-09-14T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:27:29.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock Tick Tock</title><summary type='text'>Aries Horoscope for week of September 14, 2006 - excerpt from hereAccording to the theory known as Ducharme's Precept, "Opportunity always knocks at the least opportune moment." I bet you'll soon be living proof of that, Aries. An offer or invitation will come your way in a maddeningly inconvenient way. You'll be tempted to invoke excuses about why you cannot possibly take advantage of it right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115821022350919701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115821022350919701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115821022350919701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115821022350919701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock Tick Tock'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115816302825423394</id><published>2006-09-13T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:57:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Will Tell, but What If Time There Is No More?</title><summary type='text'>Someone give me an answer.A HINT.I'm incapable of making decisions no more.Oh why oh why am I always thrown into such hair tearing in betweens.Oh let me lament.LET ME LAMENT FOR PETE'S SAKE!GAH@!##@@!!@----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This is the story of The Warrior and The CowardThe sun has set for too long. Oh I yearned for the heat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115816302825423394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115816302825423394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115816302825423394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115816302825423394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-will-tell-but-what-if-time-there.html' title='Time Will Tell, but What If Time There Is No More?'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115505435042905148</id><published>2006-08-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:26:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>Someone told me that the world will end in 2012.Please.. don't. That's too fucking soon. I'm hardly even there yet, though I don't even know where.Someone asked if I was interested in becoming an Assistant Producer for..movies.Like wow. Even if it involves Mo Xiao Ling and whatnots it's still by far the most interesting news I've gotten, in regards to the repulsive JOB and related topics.I turned</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115505435042905148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115505435042905148' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115505435042905148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115505435042905148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-115366981066889736</id><published>2006-07-23T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:50:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears For Tears</title><summary type='text'>An utter disaster.A fucking disgrace.Get it going or don't go at all.Oh what a fucking irony the song is.And what a fucking disappointment you are.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/115366981066889736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=115366981066889736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115366981066889736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/115366981066889736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/07/tears-for-tears.html' title='Tears For Tears'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114995794774390802</id><published>2006-06-11T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:53:55.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E is for Apple</title><summary type='text'>The Stupidity of Mankind has never ceased to amaze.And tragically it seems, it never will.[Excerpt taken from Here]Saturday, June 10, 2006(i) Intro to the Brainless OneMe: Hi Sir, how can I help?Brainless: I having some problam with my Internet.Me: Can i have your I/C no please?Brainless: SXXXXXX &amp; (drumrolls) E for APPLE.Me: (Stunned silence) Sorry Sir? E for Apple?Brainless: (Irritated tone) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114995794774390802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114995794774390802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114995794774390802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114995794774390802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/06/e-is-for-apple.html' title='E is for Apple'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114934769038934773</id><published>2006-06-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:14:50.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Rush</title><summary type='text'>Hmm. A good mug of beer, glass in this case, can berather....enjoyable. GOOD as in, delicious to the tastebud.And Heineken isn't exactly my idea of delicious.Yellow like any other, and awfully carbonated.Doesn't put a smile to my face, that foul thing.Now, after Hoegaarden and Hoegaarden and Hoeeeegaaaaarden, finally, I er, bring youLe Draught Beer from Cafe Iguana . ------&gt;There's a Dark as well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114934769038934773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114934769038934773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114934769038934773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114934769038934773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/06/gold-rush.html' title='Gold Rush'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114934109896372496</id><published>2006-06-03T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:24:31.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chio Gua Si Gan</title><summary type='text'>God I love Sun Yan Zi's fast stuff, there's a certain kind of adrenaline rush singing 'em.A certain...POW.Oh let thy throat heal and the world hear me roar and.....oh pass me the damn mic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114934109896372496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114934109896372496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114934109896372496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114934109896372496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/06/chio-gua-si-gan.html' title='Chio Gua Si Gan'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114676856385942101</id><published>2006-05-05T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T02:49:23.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah...at last.</title><summary type='text'>$15 for missing it in the cinemas.Ah well. At least I caught it. And that can't be taken away can it?Such a sucker am I for anything evoking...such feelings of the human..heart.Gah.H i n o k i oOfficial Site:http://www.hinokio-movie.com/ And that kid..Kanata Hongo. Oh you take my breath away you youngling~Such eyes....SUCH EYES!!!er toodles.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114676856385942101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114676856385942101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114676856385942101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114676856385942101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahat-last.html' title='Ah...at last.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114659478727951338</id><published>2006-05-03T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T02:33:18.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Pees in her Pants</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114659478727951338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114659478727951338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114659478727951338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114659478727951338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-she-pees-in-her-pants.html' title='And She Pees in her Pants'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114598941733041436</id><published>2006-04-26T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:33:56.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$47.70</title><summary type='text'>IWantThis...yAArgh..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114598941733041436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114598941733041436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114598941733041436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114598941733041436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/04/4770.html' title='$47.70'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114343588093897348</id><published>2006-03-27T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:04:40.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Kids</title><summary type='text'>But not this one!OMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOM God.SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Fuckin. Adorable.Excuse me, for such behaviour is unlike me. Cough.But what a miracle he has bloomed into!Oh let my fingers fly across my keys like yours now!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114343588093897348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114343588093897348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114343588093897348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114343588093897348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-kids.html' title='I Hate Kids'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114339463683063124</id><published>2006-03-27T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:37:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid Stupid</title><summary type='text'>Bie Bie Tokyo.Hello Ugly Hideously Stupid Mannerless Mortifiyingly Unbelievable Singafuckinporeans.Let's find you a date!Whopee!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114339463683063124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114339463683063124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114339463683063124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114339463683063124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/03/cupid-stupid.html' title='Cupid Stupid'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114279150563640462</id><published>2006-03-20T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T02:05:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave them children be</title><summary type='text'>Stay in your sandbox and mingle with your peers.Mommy has better things to do than dig around with a spade and put up with your incessant charades.Little boys, frolick in the sun, with your golden hairs, keep them away from me.The Booze, The Bawls, and The Boys.Oh, I have had my fill.Now, I'm just ill.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114279150563640462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114279150563640462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114279150563640462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114279150563640462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/03/leave-them-children-be.html' title='Leave them children be'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114266616217947581</id><published>2006-03-18T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:16:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread The Love</title><summary type='text'>Ahh. And I don't caaaaaaaaare if it sounds TECHNO. Yes, for Techno is just such an unattractive word, embodying all things undesirable, even drawing up the image of very very ugly colours, and yes thank you I would want face too.But nooooo this is really trippy, and I hardly like things with such beats, and that trancey skip at the background. I don't even ever use the word trippy to start with.I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114266616217947581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114266616217947581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114266616217947581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114266616217947581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/03/spread-love.html' title='Spread The Love'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114266486516874026</id><published>2006-03-18T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:54:25.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW WOW WOW</title><summary type='text'>er yes.That boy, Jason Mraz is really pretty amazing. No doubt pretty and amazing.But yes. His vocal techniques are absolutely remarkable. Didn't even crack once.Gosh, and that tongue.er not that I'll ever know but Yes. What a tongue.What a fucking talent that bloke is.Sun, you need shades, and so do I.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114266486516874026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114266486516874026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114266486516874026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114266486516874026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow-wow-wow.html' title='WOW WOW WOW'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114266415841273533</id><published>2006-03-18T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:42:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><summary type='text'>Friday17 March, 2006Some time within sunrise to sunsetI,  threw away Eminem.The man, hanging over my head for years, has officially been torn down, folded into neat squares, and chucked.Therapy comes in so many different ways.Thank you Stan. Thank you and goodbye.Now let that Dido ditty roll.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114266415841273533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114266415841273533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114266415841273533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114266415841273533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/03/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114250512711006138</id><published>2006-03-16T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T18:32:07.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bout of Evil Ailment</title><summary type='text'>Boy is L Word depressing.I don't remember straight shows being that depressing.Or were there.But I can't remember, so whatever.Tears and flu do not go well together.I must stop typing any further in case any residual germs emit throught my fingers, cling on to the keyboard, transmit themselves across cyberspace, and..oh god. Did you just sneeze?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114250512711006138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114250512711006138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114250512711006138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114250512711006138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/03/bout-of-evil-ailment.html' title='A Bout of Evil Ailment'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114193483389575878</id><published>2006-03-10T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T04:09:09.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngoh Um Ji Dou.</title><summary type='text'>Hmm.Hmm. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114193483389575878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114193483389575878' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114193483389575878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114193483389575878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/03/ngoh-um-ji-dou.html' title='Ngoh Um Ji Dou.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114132277304184467</id><published>2006-03-03T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T02:07:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70 but you ain't gonna break her back</title><summary type='text'>Pulitzer prize-winning writer Annie Proulx, on Brokeback Mountain:She's 70 by the way. Holy Guacamole.PJH: I've read you're a lover of coffee shops and yard sales ­ places where you can listen in on conversations, picking up on local dialects, aphorisms, story ideas. With your increasing notoriety, is it hard for you to stay anonymous in Wyoming so that you can move about unobtrusively as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114132277304184467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114132277304184467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114132277304184467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114132277304184467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/03/70-but-you-aint-gonna-break-her-back.html' title='70 but you ain&apos;t gonna break her back'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114121251416933739</id><published>2006-03-01T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:28:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Itch</title><summary type='text'>I just killed a mosquito.It was revoltingly black, with its equally black ballerina legs tangled in a limp mess, freshly dead on my palm.And it just had to bite me on my feet before its due death.The stealthy motherfucker.ticktockticktock      A few minutes ago, before all this commotion, a sudden gale of inspiration went through Rockstar J's though small, but unfathomable head.She's gonna write </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114121251416933739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114121251416933739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114121251416933739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114121251416933739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/03/itch.html' title='The Itch'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-114058087276787700</id><published>2006-02-22T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:01:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Speaks!</title><summary type='text'>And so I've not been exactly...active recently.*droops*No time no dime.Bleah blah.BUT YES! Today she surfs. And she came upon something that made her morning a tad smiley.Taken off this person's blog ( one of my favourite reads to add) ...here we go.this one's for the singaporeans · Monday February 20, 2006News today, mentioned over dim sum, that Google is aping Paypal with a new service called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/114058087276787700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=114058087276787700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114058087276787700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/114058087276787700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-she-speaks.html' title='And She Speaks!'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113872803984365165</id><published>2006-02-01T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:20:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P r o o o o o o z a c</title><summary type='text'>Have you tried it? Does it actually work?What's going on?I don't have a clue.Cept that it doesn't feel too good.Pick me up and fly me away won't you?Have you tried it? Does it actually work?Are they like tic tacs?Have you tried it?Have you tried it?Sanity check.Over and out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113872803984365165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113872803984365165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113872803984365165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113872803984365165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/02/p-r-o-o-o-o-o-o-z-c.html' title='P r o o o o o o z a c'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113863980121380710</id><published>2006-01-30T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:55:10.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motherFUCKINHELL</title><summary type='text'>'Scuse my French but tickets for Kings Of Convenience have ran out. Finito. Gone. No more.Cheebye.Note to self: Apply haste when needed you retarded twat.I mean, FUCK. Are the tics REALLY THAT HOT? Or are there only like 50 seats or something?Boy am I annoyed. ANNOYED ANNOYED ANNOYED.YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEARGH!!Another thing.I'm either becoming stupid, or age is doing its evils once</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113863980121380710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113863980121380710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113863980121380710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113863980121380710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/01/motherfuckinhell.html' title='motherFUCKINHELL'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113803110917259301</id><published>2006-01-23T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:59:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainless post, we all need a break sometimes.</title><summary type='text'>Here comes the word seldom used.GOD SHE'S HOT.And she packs a punch.The End. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113803110917259301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113803110917259301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113803110917259301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113803110917259301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/01/brainless-post-we-all-need-break.html' title='Brainless post, we all need a break sometimes.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113622747463988950</id><published>2006-01-03T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:44:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye, Bye Bye</title><summary type='text'>You have received a message!these people. they come into our lives and have no idea of the debris they leave behind.You have sent a message!debris?u nicely left out wut happens before u get debris.You have received a message!*nods head sagely*Closing timeEvery new beginning comes from some otherbeginning's endHello..World,Here I come, one step at a time.Gingerly.Bear with me.She's scared. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113622747463988950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113622747463988950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113622747463988950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113622747463988950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2006/01/bye-bye-bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye, Bye Bye'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113551627468759203</id><published>2005-12-25T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:06:31.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oasis, Singapore, 2006, no kidding.</title><summary type='text'>For those who didn't know, or had some sorta wind.Well, here it is, the actual details.Go get 'em tiger!I mean, I can't believe it. They are actually coming. For a dreary moment, it was all Michael Buble, Michael Buble and Michael Buble. Ok and Diana Krall, and all that jazz. ( Holy. I swear I didn't plan that. ) And then you hear BackStreet Boys. Someone must really like 'em. Whatever.U know, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113551627468759203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113551627468759203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113551627468759203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113551627468759203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/12/oasis-singapore-2006-no-kidding.html' title='Oasis, Singapore, 2006, no kidding.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113492185250254128</id><published>2005-12-18T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:04:14.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and It's All Good, I Suppose.</title><summary type='text'>And so we don't talk, we don't anything.But I do constantly wonder how you're doing, across this vacuum.And well, today, I finally have some sort of news. Though less than brief, but I don't want to pry, or rather, I resist from prying, but it just says 'you're ok' , and I suppose, with that, I am already glad.So all is good.All is good.And so into the orbit these words flow, but all is good, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113492185250254128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113492185250254128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113492185250254128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113492185250254128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-its-all-good-i-suppose.html' title='and It&apos;s All Good, I Suppose.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113413783111850955</id><published>2005-12-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:17:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No no, its not the Spelling Bee.</title><summary type='text'>jiggered (adjective) : (British informal expletive) surprised; "Well I'm jiggered!"jiggery-pokery (noun): trickery, hocus-pocus, slickness, hanky_panky, jiggery-pokery, skulduggery, skullduggeryverbal misrepresentation intended to take advantage of you in some way jillions (noun):  millions, billions, trillions, zillions, jillionsa very large indefinite number Ok, I never knew that.crackerjack (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113413783111850955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113413783111850955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113413783111850955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113413783111850955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-no-its-not-spelling-bee.html' title='No no, its not the Spelling Bee.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113376643175784912</id><published>2005-12-05T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:07:11.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tight.</title><summary type='text'>I can't breathe.I can't eat.It's like someone is clutching my heart from the inside, and then clenching it in his fist.Stop it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113376643175784912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113376643175784912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113376643175784912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113376643175784912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-tight.html' title='It&apos;s Tight.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113256212667572186</id><published>2005-11-21T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:45:57.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And You Wonder How They Get There</title><summary type='text'>Sweet dreams till sunbeams find youSweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me-Nat King Cole-  And he said,"We are such stuffAs dreams are made on and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep..." .And how true is that?If any, fucking our minds with fantasy and reality, u think there's some kinda supernatural energy.Nasty little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113256212667572186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113256212667572186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113256212667572186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113256212667572186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-you-wonder-how-they-get-there.html' title='And You Wonder How They Get There'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113255678407164746</id><published>2005-11-21T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:08:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Areas</title><summary type='text'>It's been long.And it can't be.And even if the feeling is uncanny, it must only be her own doing.There is no other explaination.As grey as some haze, yet clear as the day.But a certain sting remains, lurking through dawn, and doesn't leave when dusk.Please, go away.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113255678407164746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113255678407164746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/11/grey-areas.html' title='Grey Areas'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113249959316096031</id><published>2005-11-20T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:13:15.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Rage, or Not.</title><summary type='text'>And the things people associate me with.Ah well, can't be helped.[Dialogue]: .•¤ Viva❤Buff ¤•. says:Hey were you at orchard last night?°Pu®ple Orchid° says:Yes. for a few secs. Was in transit. .•¤ Viva❤Buff ¤•. says:you cross the road at centerpoint there right? .•¤ Viva❤Buff ¤•. says:you cut your hair? .•¤ Viva❤Buff ¤•. says:like a bit short°Pu®ple Orchid° says:.....i thought i told u long time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113249959316096031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113249959316096031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113249959316096031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113249959316096031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/11/small-rage-or-not.html' title='A Small Rage, or Not.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113221747487066773</id><published>2005-11-17T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:55:43.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Being Unimportant.</title><summary type='text'>YUCKS is this Jay Chou or Jay Hahn.Hideous shot.Viiiiiiile.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113221747487066773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113221747487066773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113221747487066773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113221747487066773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/11/importance-of-being-unimportant.html' title='The Importance of Being Unimportant.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113216582111873654</id><published>2005-11-17T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T02:30:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er Wow.</title><summary type='text'>And so, so timely an event, when I've given some mention countable hours ago.How apt is this?!And it all began:Z: So, how's the commotion at Ghim Moh?Me: Er, promotion? What promotion? Oh u mean the UPGRADING..[On the attempt of some eyeball motion and darting of 'Har har' looks and uninterested replies of 'Yes it has kinda completed blahblahblah' , ]Z: No the COMMOTION. I heard that there's some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113216582111873654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113216582111873654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113216582111873654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113216582111873654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/11/er-wow.html' title='Er Wow.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113216283931921302</id><published>2005-11-17T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:42:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tad Too Late</title><summary type='text'>Don't let 'em get where they're going toYou know they're only what they think of youYou heard of this emotional trickeryAnd you felt like you were learning the ropesBut where you're going now you don't nowAnd when the kids on the street sayWhat's your problem girlAnd the weight of their smile getsToo much for you to bearWhen they all make you feelLike you're a problem girlRememberYou're no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113216283931921302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113216283931921302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113216283931921302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113216283931921302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/11/tad-too-late.html' title='A Tad Too Late'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113212532407561898</id><published>2005-11-16T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:32:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Will All Go Down In History</title><summary type='text'>And haven't I heard this one too many a time. No not the one above, but the comment about how it takes the queerest of things to spark of our nation's attention for things. And make that a WHIRLWIND of an attention. ( However that graphically makes out to be)Anyhow, at its every mention, I found myself not giving much thought to it. Or rather, cos there isn't much need to. Hazily,that's either </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113212532407561898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113212532407561898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113212532407561898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113212532407561898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-it-will-all-go-down-in-history.html' title='And It Will All Go Down In History'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113203614903117335</id><published>2005-11-15T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:34:16.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Private Cackle Between The Yuk And Me</title><summary type='text'>I was gonna say, 'UH, what a title', DM has a similar song called Blasphemous something, or something Rumours.Then I snooped around Amazon and realised, it IS their song. With both words maintained.Ahh.*ajsdgcoughcoughkjbwer*Anyhehawhehawhow, I chanced upon this while my fueled interest propelled me into some discography research:" 9. 'Blasphemous Rumours' -Strong, provocative song. Very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113203614903117335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113203614903117335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113203614903117335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113203614903117335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/11/private-cackle-between-yuk-and-me.html' title='A Private Cackle Between The Yuk And Me'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113151529716382914</id><published>2005-11-09T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:50:00.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Nets and Shreds</title><summary type='text'>I like wut she's wearing. That's all. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113151529716382914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113151529716382914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113151529716382914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113151529716382914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/11/fish-nets-and-shreds.html' title='Fish Nets and Shreds'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113102373378895624</id><published>2005-11-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:22:04.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ji Dao Buey Ho Meh?</title><summary type='text'>Oh you BASTARDS!Why no come Sing Gah Por you!USA, CHINA but NOT HERE!Oh how I rage and I weep!Oh how I will wait for yoooooooou.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Good god. There's a new chinese foursome called Qi Duo Hua ( Yes as in 7 Stalks of Flowers) that is suspiciously Morning Musume like it is quite horrible.A mindblowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113102373378895624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113102373378895624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113102373378895624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113102373378895624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/11/ji-dao-buey-ho-meh.html' title='Ji Dao Buey Ho Meh?'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113074234192177185</id><published>2005-10-31T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:08:38.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>w..o..a..h</title><summary type='text'>I know I have a history of wildly bizarre dreams, but this, I really do not remember a thing.What a pity.It sounds terribly exciting.[Dialogue:]Agent Mandy says:you remind me of korean shows°Pu®ple Orchid° " Lights down, you up and die" says:korean shows?°Pu®ple Orchid° " Lights down, you up and die" says:I? remind u of KOREAN shows?Agent Mandy says:i mean, your dreamAgent Mandy says:yeahAgent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113074234192177185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113074234192177185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113074234192177185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113074234192177185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/woah.html' title='w..o..a..h'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113048151063738205</id><published>2005-10-28T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:43:21.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma smacks the Llama</title><summary type='text'>While attempting to relieve myself last night, a disturbing sight residing at a corner near the pee bowl stopped me from undoing my pants.There, right beside a nondescript bottle of something, was a roach.Lying on its back, with its legs up and all.It didn't at all for a moment, occur to me that it might be Joe, back from the dead, as the dead.Mustering whatever bravery the night had left for me,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113048151063738205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113048151063738205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113048151063738205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113048151063738205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/karma-smacks-llama.html' title='Karma smacks the Llama'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113031531739614657</id><published>2005-10-26T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:28:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A headache, a rampage in the head.</title><summary type='text'>Brilliant. That's how the day has been.As brilliant as pickles soaked in cat pee.So brilliant that perhaps I MIGHT actually be better of making friends with a chair.Perhaps.Blasted pieces of shit and rotting felines. masturbating mentos . hemorrhaging cucumbers.FLAST them all to the BUCKIN ends of the bloody earth.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113031531739614657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113031531739614657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113031531739614657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113031531739614657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/headache-rampage-in-head.html' title='A headache, a rampage in the head.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113030632267745591</id><published>2005-10-26T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:03:02.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder She Wrote</title><summary type='text'>Ok. I think all these late night dinners are resulting in rather..undesirable consequences.Dreams of vague bombings to be, slashing, and disjointed fragments of vaguely disturbing scenes are still..tolerable. Cos they're..Vague. Which means they are not lucid in my mind when I wake up.However, last night was simply..DISGUSTING.Why the Fuck was I dreaming abt a roach piggybacking a lizard I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113030632267745591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113030632267745591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113030632267745591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113030632267745591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/murder-she-wrote.html' title='Murder She Wrote'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113013609464528588</id><published>2005-10-24T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:49:13.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipes I gan't SPEEG</title><summary type='text'>Ok. I've always felt that Jay Chou is ..great. Yes great.However, now, after my adventurous attempt to learn this particular song, (yes the one playing, if u're intuned in time) Zhi Zhan Zhi Shang, I am reduced to doing the flapping hands and bowing action to him.How on EARTH can anyone articulate these sounds within a matter of seconds..I cannot comprehend. Attempting to master it only results </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113013609464528588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113013609464528588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113013609464528588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113013609464528588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/yipes-i-gant-speeg.html' title='Yipes I gan&apos;t SPEEG'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-113001028769307838</id><published>2005-10-23T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T03:44:47.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfghedt</title><summary type='text'>Cons of a black keyboard. Just one.Typing in the dark is THE PITS.On a more melodious note ( HAWHAWHAW.) , 6 hours of ktving is ...no nonsense man.It's like, one has probably sung every possible song in every possible category. And mind you, it was just two peepol. Two.We were either Mad, or.....simply on a roll.Fun it certainly was, but I MUST say, the 2 roomer was absolutely hoooorrendous. Or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/113001028769307838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=113001028769307838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113001028769307838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/113001028769307838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/asdfghedt.html' title='asdfghedt'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112988587926334730</id><published>2005-10-21T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T03:15:11.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeeee!</title><summary type='text'>Aaaaaalrite. Here's my final on Depeche Mode's Playing The Angel. ( After a clearer sampling)It's not too bad. It's REALLY NOT TOO BAD!Ok here's my take. More than 5 tracks ( so far) sounds decent and that's surely potential.Daaark ambient, quite a bit of wOoooze here and there, yet it remains soothing. Yes.Ignoring the redundantly synonymous bang kachang ting tiang tang intro to a number of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112988587926334730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112988587926334730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112988587926334730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112988587926334730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeeee.html' title='Yeeee!'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112987395860252008</id><published>2005-10-21T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:05:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face</title><summary type='text'>Note to Self to WATCH THIS. Do NOT let another one pass you by.There.Ah. And for those with ah..what can I say, Good Taste or an inquisitive mind, a peak..a peak.A movie, by Alice Wu*Do read the synopsis if you can. A nice piece of writeup really.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112987395860252008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112987395860252008' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112987395860252008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112987395860252008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/saving-face.html' title='Saving Face'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112970319339758172</id><published>2005-10-19T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:26:33.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead</title><summary type='text'>AH YES.Taking out stuff from my loot for a listen.And man, it's only now that I realised Radiohead's The Bends album is really..pretty..amazing.Almost every track is good. Or shd I say, there isn't one track that is bad.Wow. Right, and a note for music enthusiasts, or rather, well those that possibly suffer similar aftereffects like me. Never OVER listen to anything. ALWAYS, ALWAYS know yer limit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112970319339758172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112970319339758172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112970319339758172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112970319339758172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/radiohead.html' title='Radiohead'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112927451852941515</id><published>2005-10-14T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T15:21:58.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Ulcers and a Demented Head</title><summary type='text'>Here's a music quiz that's QUITE the snob.Go on, make a fool of yourself.The Music Connoisseur Test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112927451852941515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112927451852941515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112927451852941515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112927451852941515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/3-ulcers-and-demented-head.html' title='3 Ulcers and a Demented Head'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112918304069439116</id><published>2005-10-13T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:57:20.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of The Cold</title><summary type='text'>It's places like these that make me appreciate air-conditioning less. Or should I say Hate.Clinics, libraries, offices. Oh offices. Those viral spaces.When did something of comfort turn into a brain freezing machine that chills you to the bones, into the most discomforting of discomfort, where you can't even sit without contorting your body in such a way that you think might help you battle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112918304069439116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112918304069439116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112918304069439116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112918304069439116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/sick-of-cold.html' title='Sick of The Cold'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112867814044202135</id><published>2005-10-07T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:46:26.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to chew on</title><summary type='text'>Yoga is the ability to direct the mind exclusively toward an object and sustain that direction without any distractions.PatanjaliWhen one experiences truth, the madness of finding fault with others disappearsGoenkaToo many distractions, too many grudges. She can't even hold her balance anymore.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112867814044202135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112867814044202135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112867814044202135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112867814044202135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/something-to-chew-on.html' title='Something to chew on'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112866786216896469</id><published>2005-10-07T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:51:02.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaad Coffeee Baaaad.</title><summary type='text'>Tea!Glorious! Tea!Blackcurrent Bracer, Raspberry Rendezvous, Fruit Fantasy, Orange Spicer, Fruit n Spice, Green Tea with Lemon, Green Tea with Mint, Irish Morning Tea, Turkish Apple, Pink Grapefruit, Dreamtime (oh! what if it gives me nightmares!), Malibu and Pineapple(oooooo), Wake Up, Elderflower, Gold, Loose Leaf, Decaf, not to mention your basic types, Tea for the Morning, Tea for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112866786216896469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112866786216896469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112866786216896469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112866786216896469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/baaaad-coffeee-baaaad.html' title='Baaaad Coffeee Baaaad.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112858517535831189</id><published>2005-10-06T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T12:12:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to be rich, or I need to live elsewhere.</title><summary type='text'>Yet again. Can't get my hands on. Least til I find some viable, affordable option.This time, I can't be bothered to say much.New movie, well not exactly new, out Sept 3rd in Japan.Uh huh, based on some sold like hotcakes manga called Nana, written by Ai Yazawa.Incidentally, Yazawa wrote Last Quarter too. Yes it was a manga. Now we know.Needn't say more. U'd probably looking up on it by now if it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112858517535831189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112858517535831189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112858517535831189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112858517535831189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-need-to-be-rich-or-i-need-to-live.html' title='I need to be rich, or I need to live elsewhere.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112840386427298551</id><published>2005-10-04T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:52:41.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit to my Lit</title><summary type='text'>2 years plus of plowing through stacks of plays, poems, books and shit loads of readings with way more ambiguously embedded meanings shrouded in funny english ( or rather, Old English), and I couldn't interprete Ants Marching one bit. Least not til I read this.My lack of..brain things ( see my point? Astounding choice of words.) these days are frightfully looming.I can't verify it's credibility, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112840386427298551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112840386427298551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112840386427298551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112840386427298551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/shit-to-my-lit.html' title='Shit to my Lit'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112836246586424418</id><published>2005-10-04T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T02:01:05.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Some Noise</title><summary type='text'>Break away, fade away, they all disappeared.Now 2 offers ( 1 reformed, 1 new) in a span of 24 hours makes me feel like some hotshot.I   am   in   demand.Hur. Ya. Fuckin. Right.I'm no hotshot, but I sure am a tad excited all over again.GA GA GA.When you shd be workin on MORE 'IMPORTANT' THINGS?!Sigh. Isn't it always the case.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112836246586424418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112836246586424418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112836246586424418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112836246586424418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/make-some-noise.html' title='Make Some Noise'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112832595150397462</id><published>2005-10-03T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:53:39.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear ye hear ye</title><summary type='text'>Hmm. Entertainment.Looks good, I'm in.Plus, who can resist the British accent?Domino Harvey, who is she?Trailer, Here:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::A Late Afterthought:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Must I add that this --&gt;, is certainly my (one of) ideaof hot. Yes, a word I probably use as often as onomatopoeia.Now what's the other you may ask?Hmm, this comes to mind immediately.Lisa, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112832595150397462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112832595150397462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112832595150397462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112832595150397462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/10/hear-ye-hear-ye.html' title='Hear ye hear ye'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112797485683687235</id><published>2005-09-29T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:20:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN YOU HEAR IT?</title><summary type='text'>IT SINGS AGAIN! OH YES IT DOES!How I weep!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112797485683687235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112797485683687235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112797485683687235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112797485683687235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/can-you-hear-it.html' title='CAN YOU HEAR IT?'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112773452148204787</id><published>2005-09-26T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T19:35:22.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#$#$%%$@</title><summary type='text'>fu#@@!ckin^&amp;%^#$blog#$@#@!ger.I STEAM.*mutters*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112773452148204787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112773452148204787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112773452148204787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112773452148204787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='#$#$%%$@'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112736813975066381</id><published>2005-09-22T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:44:09.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't say</title><summary type='text'>" To swear is human,to curse, divine."-International Herald Tribune: Front page, 22 Sept, 2005What a delightful paper this is!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112736813975066381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112736813975066381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112736813975066381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112736813975066381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-dont-say.html' title='You don&apos;t say'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112711060313367654</id><published>2005-09-19T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:30:23.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Own</title><summary type='text'>These days, the weather has become insipid.Grey and dreary, just when exactly, is it gonna end.Co-habit with my shadow I will go, for the noise is getting louder,and the sanctuary (or what I thought it was), a tad cold.Hi Wenders, u just rang.Tired, Traumatised, Worried, and Sad?If only, voices always speak for themselves, or an innocent joke becomes much more.I could almost laugh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112711060313367654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112711060313367654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112711060313367654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112711060313367654'/><link rel='alternate' 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112685621820845414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112685621820845414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112685621820845414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/gackt-camui-class-of-his-own.html' title='Gackt Camui: A class of his own'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112684681408671391</id><published>2005-09-16T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:23:01.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture paints a thousand words.</title><summary type='text'>Amidst the madness, the monster is put to sleep, while destruction is at work, and catharsis is seeked.Too many words, flow and impede, crash and charge in every direction, like a million of legs entangling, leaving many attempts futile, and incomplete.A temporary breather, for this, I don't even need to think. Much less, speak.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112684681408671391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112684681408671391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112684681408671391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112684681408671391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/picture-paints-thousand-words.html' title='A picture paints a thousand words.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112679232125900016</id><published>2005-09-15T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:52:01.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all into the fuckin orbit.</title><summary type='text'>nothing boils down to nothing.i tremble, i wail, i kick up a fuss, i bury my pathetic, hot, face into these miserable hands, inside these four fuckin walls, i let the stabbing feelings of i don't know what pound over and over again until i command for it to stop , becos i know, it all boils down to nothing, so what's all these for?every depth of these shallowest forms of endearments i hold are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112679232125900016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112679232125900016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112679232125900016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112679232125900016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-into-fuckin-orbit.html' title='all into the fuckin orbit.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112679018507449412</id><published>2005-09-15T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:37:25.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanished and Magically Resurfaced.</title><summary type='text'>:Before technology interrupted it all, before the Reprise, this is what it was. What the heck.:and it all boils down to..no.it will never be nothing.the very process of evaporation or dissolvment involves destruction.who are u kidding?surely not me.hopeless fool.boiling idiot.material shields.cling onto them.like they're your everything.cos they are.every thread and depth in the shallowest forms,</summary><link rel='related' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-into-fuckin-orbit.html' title='Vanished and Magically Resurfaced.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112679018507449412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112679018507449412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112679018507449412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112679018507449412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/vanished-and-magically-resurfaced.html' title='Vanished and Magically Resurfaced.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112644491370467581</id><published>2005-09-11T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:21:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New strings, new life, Part 1.</title><summary type='text'>Gin Blossoms - Follow You DownDid you see the skyI think it means that we've been lostMaybe one less time is all we needI can't really help it if my tongue's all tied in knotsJumping off a bridge, it's just the farthest that I've ever beenAnywhere you go, I'll follow you downAnyplace but those I know by heartAnywhere you go, I'll follow you downI'll follow you down, but not that farI know we're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112644491370467581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112644491370467581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112644491370467581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112644491370467581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-strings-new-life-part-1.html' title='New strings, new life, Part 1.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112616692523682477</id><published>2005-09-08T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:01:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parting Note</title><summary type='text'>A snippet of conversation,in which after returning to the PC,went something like this,zahiron says:okay gotta rush to work nowzahiron says:tho i start at 4zahiron says:well yeahzahiron says:i've been coming to work last these past few weekszahiron says:see you when i see you. dont be a stranger now janeand he was gone.leaving me, rather amused by the finale.It felt like a line straight out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112616692523682477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112616692523682477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112616692523682477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112616692523682477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/parting-note.html' title='A Parting Note'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112598780371147162</id><published>2005-09-06T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:46:12.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed Thy Soul</title><summary type='text'>This is wonderful news.New sounds.New material.More food for the ravenous soul.It can be very exciting at times.All these new albums this year...they're just springin' up people..springin up!And I mean new albums, not new artistes.Not that I abandon my old ones the moment I spy something new.In fact, I end up rummaging for my good o'l trusty collection of 90's alternative and acoustic rock most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112598780371147162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112598780371147162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112598780371147162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112598780371147162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/feed-thy-soul.html' title='Feed Thy Soul'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112556986727559385</id><published>2005-09-01T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T18:25:30.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing The Angel who?</title><summary type='text'>Tour 2005/2006 press release---------------------------------------------------------------------------Depeche Mode World Tour(Düsseldorf, Germany, June 16th)Depeche Mode today announce their 2005 - 2006 WorldTour, their first in almost five years. The band will beshowcasing tracks from their eagerly anticipated newalbum (produced by Ben Hillier), as well as performingsome of their greatest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112556986727559385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112556986727559385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112556986727559385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112556986727559385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/09/playing-angel-who.html' title='Playing The Angel who?'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112529226373333965</id><published>2005-08-29T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T18:35:15.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah, Girly Stuff.</title><summary type='text'>Elyse Sewell"How could the search for ultimate truth have revealed so hideous and visceral-looking an object?", Perutz.Possibly my favourite ANTM contestant thus far.Love the face. Love the photo.Gorgeous er slithery too. Though I certainly wouldn't like it anywhere near me.Also, how can anyone not dig her for such a quote? ( Don't bother, this is rhetorical, period.)The Wallows,I'll never be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112529226373333965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112529226373333965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112529226373333965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112529226373333965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/08/bah-girly-stuff.html' title='Bah, Girly Stuff.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112511807396600228</id><published>2005-08-27T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T13:13:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuffs of White Hair Everywhere</title><summary type='text'>Something I came across,"...there are 3 main cloud types, with several variaties falling under each. Cumulus, Stratus and Cirrus. Cumulus clouds look like heaps of mashed potatoes in the sky. Stratus clouds resemble a big blanket. Cirrus clouds appear wispy and feather-like."Guess which part made me go awww?Heh.Makes me feel like patting them.and WHY on EARTH am I searching on clouds you say?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112511807396600228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112511807396600228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112511807396600228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112511807396600228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/08/tuffs-of-white-hair-everywhere.html' title='Tuffs of White Hair Everywhere'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112507930468061459</id><published>2005-08-27T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T12:02:00.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er. Wow.</title><summary type='text'> Bad hair day? BIG, BAD, ZIT?Well, fear no more ladies. And you can still look er fashionable.   I'm just....shy. Well what do you know..it's getting late. [Pictures courtesy of just roll over any of the above]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112507930468061459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112507930468061459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112507930468061459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112507930468061459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/08/er-wow.html' title='er. Wow.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112507616764840927</id><published>2005-08-27T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:20:24.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This fish doesn't stink.</title><summary type='text'>I am not Yummy King.I am Moths In My Mouth.And I say, the Beach Road Fish Slice Soup (yes that is the stall's name, don't come and argue with me abt whether its fish slice or slice fish) at #01-99 ( but the 99 appears to have faded off so u have to locate 98 and 100 my dear Watson) ,Golden Mile Food Centre/Complex/Hawker, that is right beside Kampong Glam CC,* breathes*is simply... Mo Tak </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112507616764840927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112507616764840927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112507616764840927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112507616764840927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-fish-doesnt-stink.html' title='This fish doesn&apos;t stink.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112503449995029452</id><published>2005-08-26T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:47:08.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She still stinks of..FISH.</title><summary type='text'>Boy I can't wait.And the language command? ( Yes it's in English)Though you only hear a few lines, its needless to say thatloads, and loads of hard work have been put in to perfectevery enunciation.I am extremely, impressed.At least, they (Zhang Ziyi &amp; Gong Li) beat Hyde hands down.*hysterics*VIEW TRAILER Do be patient, it's worth the wait.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112503449995029452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112503449995029452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112503449995029452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112503449995029452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/08/she-still-stinks-offish.html' title='She still stinks of..FISH.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112495672930524388</id><published>2005-08-25T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:21:05.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><summary type='text'>fuckin food poisoning.fuckin piece of SHIT.and lets not even start on shit for there's already too much of it.fuckin shit is the colour of bile.how lovely.fuckin can't bloody stand the thought of losing more weight. correction, lost.fuckin viruses, fuckin illnesses.why must we, living things, be subjected to such vicious nonsense in whatever degree.why can't everyone just be healthy. ( and im not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112495672930524388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112495672930524388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112495672930524388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112495672930524388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112452198835671707</id><published>2005-08-20T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T15:13:08.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S h o e g a z i ng</title><summary type='text'>Someone's msn nick.SkankyMonkey: the UnXpected asked me to jam wif them..my heart POM POM TIAO!!! but...YAY~!!!! says:HAHA. hilarious.Sweetness is what hurts, and then you know its love.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112452198835671707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112452198835671707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112452198835671707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112452198835671707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/08/s-h-o-e-g-z-i-ng.html' title='S h o e g a z i ng'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837358.post-112435785087100919</id><published>2005-08-18T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:37:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><summary type='text'> "By the time we got to making Quidam, we were ready to take a risk to move away from the fantastical characters we'd been dealing with until then. We became interested in the faceless mass. You may know 100 people well, but the rest of the 6 billion people on the planet are quidams: they're anonymous to you. And yet, my experience with Cirque made me realize you can recognize individuals in that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/feeds/112435785087100919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837358&amp;postID=112435785087100919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112435785087100919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837358/posts/default/112435785087100919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothsinmymouth.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>ςtick ףּirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469548843914084998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/foodon/She.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
