<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2024 00:32:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>dear diary</category><category>once in a cherry</category><category>what about</category><category>photog</category><category>mental note</category><category>Moscow</category><category>Med</category><category>hit or miss</category><category>oneliners</category><category>haqq</category><category>seesterbradderhood</category><category>a don adventure</category><category>maya semya</category><category>nimbles</category><category>balladries</category><category>giggles</category><category>bi</category><category>blanket diaries</category><category>cinema</category><category>travelogue</category><category>birthdays</category><category>home</category><category>dare follow me?</category><category>reads</category><category>facts</category><category>outcast</category><category>random nonsense</category><category>school</category><category>holiday</category><category>vid</category><title>Pies In My Sky</title><description></description><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>375</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-5555865794508710284</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2018 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-23T16:27:30.736+03:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">

“Allah causes the night and the day to succeed each other. Truly, in these things is indeed a lesson for those who have insight.”&amp;nbsp;

</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2018/07/allah-causes-night-and-day-to-succeed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-6373436760980063670</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Mar 2013 06:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-16T10:58:05.816+04:00</atom:updated><title>Summer Needs To Come Quick</title><atom:summary type="text">
So recently Moscow did this cruel thing where she gave us three days of spring and decides to take it back for at least another month. This time last week, it was all sunny and the streets were clear but if you were to look out my window right now, its like I&#39;ve been warped back into Narnia. I try not to make a big deal out of it, it is after all... Russia. But its no surprise I guess, because </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2013/03/summer-needs-to-come-quick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-5198867356286412856</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-14T00:40:53.869+04:00</atom:updated><title>Travel diaries: Interlaken</title><atom:summary type="text">
Hello! I&#39;ve just recently completed my Infectious Diseases and Trauma/Ortho cycle. Got my credits on Monday and the very next day, started my Paediatrics cycle without even a breather in between. Only two days into this cycle and I&#39;m already feeling exhausted. Two MCQ tests tomorrow and an ENT conference to attend after that. Pretty much explains why this is my least favourite fifth year cycle. </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2013/03/travel-diaries-interlaken.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8-yJnqQLCfA-6ZRyG6EOYykddqHBqZb9IwDIwdB_trN22wGC5K8Juky8kmwH6myfd7lBhCQ603lx6By2TnEbysWA7mHNRnSg4JZmIu53y7-BxXEPXQgOB-KXfT9fKCWAbaIOhlhtW8g/s72-c/DSC_3954.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-1321643882070652890</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Mar 2013 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-06T18:51:15.969+04:00</atom:updated><title>Travel Diaries: Mt. Titlis</title><atom:summary type="text">
The next morning, we had a massive breakfast. By massive, I mean MASSIVE. 1kg of dry pasta divided between the four of us. :S Thats about 250g of spaghetti each. Don&#39;t know we downed all that but I was pretty sure half of that went into the trash anyway.&amp;nbsp;


So we left at about 7:15 am for the train station to catch our train to Engelberg. The journey took about an hour and a half, if I&#39;m </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2013/03/travel-diaries-mt-titlis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxL66MksFFIGHPfexh_8U3FxpU7oBjgrK79rHclLG-JP6KM8gk7x4VodpNsfdc8LaDkFoJt9cSdd5TN6DNXD9dJ9KOoxQccAQhIP6IRB1fUiStbbpP8yiVow6IRP7EmMee5gIKGJQJww/s72-c/DSC_3975.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-2214532696961451981</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2013 20:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-04T00:53:43.974+04:00</atom:updated><title>Travel diaries: Lucerne</title><atom:summary type="text">
My mom was about to burst into tears when I told her a few days back that I wasn&#39;t interested in writing anymore. Being the wonderful daughter that I am, here&#39;s one for you kay?



You see, initially the plan was to fly into Italy and only Italy and spend about two weeks there and that was about it. Being the cheapos we were, we searched for flights and we soon found out that the cheapest way to</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2013/03/travel-diaries-lucerne.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhErWSqqXCm2nOAfa2TY8yAJe2oASV3H4QRhybAMjgLeSNB4BW5Jjm2xGyY77IH_dyYwynKUnzlSQtZbMRVIRbscp5aEc-HrQCjhJuMzaR1SLauWx_d5dY3eIsP0hHS-eBsQLPTYq5bbw/s72-c/DSC_3309.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-2856675713104393538</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2013 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-01T21:46:35.026+04:00</atom:updated><title>Top 5 Most Pretentious Food We Simply MUST Eat.</title><atom:summary type="text">



Well hello everyone! I&#39;m back, after a year-long hiatus. Hurhurhur I&#39;m happy to see a slight trickle of traffic during the past year despite the massive inactivity of this little space although I am 90% sure that its just my mom exercising her daily stalking habits, its ok I still love you for it &amp;lt;3. Anyway, I have PLENTY to update you about but today I&#39;m just going to babble on about a </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2013/03/top-5-most-pretentious-food-we-simply.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5CDkREMdTFeB1-Z3QpQN58k4cThhYgcRd1dEJI-HfZl2RC8E2k4n2peg1zIPpl5MxTaAol5ngUfGxWlp67QkQ8v3KVc7MhDr6CA4lWJzgEYH7e9o-WmO4_Fr-h76bdZ3XPC6p4ilBw/s72-c/Phonto.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-6298687543844182004</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-30T18:56:12.643+04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">









GUESS WHOS MAKING A COMEBACK?!&amp;nbsp;

</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2012/10/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-3008074234670684538</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2012 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-23T21:58:38.509+04:00</atom:updated><title>Bump In The Road</title><atom:summary type="text">
Hello,

So as promised, today I&#39;m finally telling you what really went down in Barcelona. I&#39;m not going to talk about the city itself but really more about the &#39;thing&#39; that happened(Mom, I suggest you sit down for this). Well, so as planned we picked up our car from the train station and we decided to skip the GPS to save 80euros... Big mistake. Navigating with the map is simple if you&#39;re </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2012/02/bump-in-road.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJudptUyMetEDL7qdJ20_UbwY58_OKtCbVMoJ-JsdTsKORe4nZyDBNUgdwNdt80lJ0CaWJdFBmKKYqJUFKPF1MPmgXK4XMYt-VaDYGaLjRCx0qjWfpPYs550ggIarYvwC8gtnXKqxelA/s72-c/402485_2986364973573_1095485142_4465101_327597564_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-5094924921651868312</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 14:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-18T18:43:00.214+04:00</atom:updated><title>Day 1: MOW-BCN</title><atom:summary type="text">
Dear Reader,

So from now onwards you should be able to expect a vomit of posts from my recent travels. You shall just have to bear with me because if I don&#39;t it&#39;ll soon become stale and I will never hear the end of it from mommy dearest. So the journey started on the 19th of February, just two days after our last paper. Kak Azmin came over the night before to help me prepare for my journey and </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-1-mow-bcn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBRQhcAukH9_CWOw7712jD4Wlw-bo3abwkYiO8t7zD5I00Q92r7FbhyphenhyphenN46uV4GLfVST8_IjytC5cq1jMZ1zyLsKh8gu3mQQ811Si3Afg01dFZb3QevbnipmMccHhMgGkIXFvgushigZg/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-5970540341302352112</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 12:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-12T16:34:08.471+04:00</atom:updated><title>Mumbles</title><atom:summary type="text">
Its already the month of February and I haven&#39;t even thought about doing a 2011 recap. Gah. Where did all my time go?? I&#39;ve promised mom to blog a pic a day because she&#39;s been wanting to see photos from my recent trip but I&#39;ve still got to go through the thousand odd pics and post process them. I&#39;ve been making it a point to do at least 5 a day but that is proving to be impossibru! Anyway, here </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2012/02/mumbles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RnzsNAdHPAwvhyuoSopLgstxE9avsPEb2BJxY0HLp2ShbLGOlUs88RGfr5XO1l4qKbqNsOZLKzk7fjAGXFQbI08_216GAhxbj1LbCYwHLnsDF1V9sWh2zyWhOK8VyJFjGWMXwv41zw/s72-c/IMG_2204.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-1351910189525429297</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-04T01:23:28.241+04:00</atom:updated><title>BACK</title><atom:summary type="text">
Hello,&amp;nbsp;


To say its been a long time would be an understatement considering my last post wasn&#39;t even in the year 2012. The past two months have been pretty crazy, zooming by quickly and it seems to me that the year ahead is going to proceed in a fairly similar manner. Which I am fine with, because that way I feel as if my time has been well spent.&amp;nbsp;



For updates, December was fully </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2012/02/back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-7004406292203070970</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-27T00:37:59.779+04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">

&quot;We are all a little weird and life&#39;s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.&quot;

-Dr. Seuss&amp;nbsp;
</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-are-all-little-weird-and-lifes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-8726872068035845096</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-16T05:56:35.481+04:00</atom:updated><title>Fulfillment</title><atom:summary type="text">
It is a pity to see that all of yesterday&#39;s snow has melted completely. Global warming seems determined to deny them Russians a white christmas this year. Oh well, besides the first day of snowfall, its a messy experience that I&#39;m quite glad I&#39;m not getting many of, this year. (Hopefully I didn&#39;t speak too soon)

It is 5 in the morning and I&#39;m up alone with my books and distracting thoughts of </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/12/fulfillment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-6397292241809513521</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-28T17:59:43.767+04:00</atom:updated><title>Update</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve abandoned this blog for far too long. Seems to me like inspiration strikes only when I&#39;m at my lowest. &amp;nbsp;Which is GOOD in a way I suppose! Just goes to show that I&#39;ve been considerably happy? Just received our Dermatology credit today, byebye pustules, plaques and nodules. I&#39;m quite ashamed to say that I haven&#39;t learnt much from this cycle. Never had interest in derma and probably never </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/10/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-6714809242857828301</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2011 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-03T02:57:49.425+04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">
I have this burning desire to escape reality.





But I don&#39;t quite know how.&amp;nbsp;
</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-this-burning-desire-to-escape.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-3361513761815427049</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2011 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-03T01:49:57.401+04:00</atom:updated><title>Whisked</title><atom:summary type="text">I don&#39;t quite know where to begin. More often than not, I find myself between a rock and a hard place. I spend every waking moment beating my brains out, figuring out how to cut myself loose from this vicious cycle. I feel like I&#39;ve tried every single approach only to find myself back to where I started, if not worse.

What is it?

What is this thing that&#39;s putting a squeeze on everything I do?

</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/10/whisked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-774068781649110748</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2011 23:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-28T03:14:35.248+04:00</atom:updated><title>Absence</title><atom:summary type="text">


28/09 - 01/10

I&#39;ll be welcoming October on a sleeper train. :) Don&#39;t miss me while I&#39;m gone.



Impulsive has never been an attribute of mine. I&#39;d much rather make calculated moves rather than just &#39;winging it&#39;.&amp;nbsp;





Well, this is me &#39;winging it&#39;. I feel like I owe it to my youth.&amp;nbsp;

</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/absence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-3609984202780576046</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2011 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-28T02:56:46.759+04:00</atom:updated><title>I owe it to You.</title><atom:summary type="text">This post is probably weeks overdue and from what you might have gathered, I haven&#39;t been SUPER busy or swamped recently. Procrastination has become second nature to me and right now I have no reasonable excuses at hand to justify my laziness. So with sincere apologies:




This time around, celebrating Aidilfitri meant a great deal more to me considering the last time I had spent it at home with</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-owe-it-to-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-4435768111799087009</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 07:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-26T11:41:21.766+04:00</atom:updated><title>Poof</title><atom:summary type="text">
The plan is:



































To simply pack up and go.&amp;nbsp;
</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/poof.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-8411674670350538951</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-22T18:07:34.234+04:00</atom:updated><title>Two Weeks</title><atom:summary type="text">With the excitement of the new semester, time seemed to simply by and voila we are at the end of the first cycle. The next cycle isn&#39;t going to be a heavy one so we have been simply cruising, taking each class with renewed interest without the pressure to sit for an exam right away. I may say so but at the end of each obs class we heave a hugeeeee sigh of relief coz the teacher manage to keep you</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-weeks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-5386355841112074162</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-20T23:07:49.939+04:00</atom:updated><title>Crybabies</title><atom:summary type="text">




Surgeons of tomorrow!&amp;nbsp;



Haha, this was when we had our Obs practical class. Wrong day to go to class with an empty stomach. Our patient was in labour for soooooooo long I was about to pass out from the wait.&amp;nbsp;



What I&#39;ve concluded from this cycle is that Obs/Gynae really isn&#39;t my thing. The birth itself was pretty miraculous, praise to God it was! Albeit with slight </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/crybabies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMz9HHz4OQp5VYa7i_9FfrSGsgGzACSGvrGnTFz8bEW3g4nNkdOMo1yEQ-aDfgNbeZoX9zjGAiEhWaaqiojaId4THOUHYGjccIJ9PyD6Hxz4v-q1qoo5GpiAx1fQgVV0B5b1CIbeN54A/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-7849966185882260261</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 18:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-20T22:43:19.983+04:00</atom:updated><title>Whadda?</title><atom:summary type="text">The past few weeks have been hard for me to summarise but for some unknown reason, I feel happy for most of it. Do I owe it to the fact that I have no exam to sit for this cycle or is it because I seem to have everything under control? I highly doubt the latter because scatterbrains such as myself don&#39;t see trouble until we&#39;re in too deep. For all I know, I am in search of something more.&amp;nbsp;

</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/whadda.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-8268778968896091535</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 11:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-11T15:45:39.931+04:00</atom:updated><title>September</title><atom:summary type="text">








It has been raining for more than 24 hours straight. Non-stop. It&#39;s cold. It&#39;s gloomy and it&#39;s cuddle weather. &amp;nbsp; There&#39;s nothing more that I want than to simply crawl under the plush covers with a book other than Obstetrics by Ten Teachers. Alas, right now I can only dream of such luxury.

In a strange way, I&#39;m glad that I&#39;m starting fourth year with a relatively &#39;relaxing&#39; cycle: </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/september.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-4805680815613214282</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2011 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-09T21:16:56.464+04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">

</atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-5469138583080865953</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2011 17:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-05T21:21:02.668+04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">

&quot;Periodically, something slipped. Some everyday principle of continuity, the humdrum element that told him where he was in his own story, faded from his use, abandoning him to a waking dream in which there were thoughts, but no sense of who was having them. No responsibility, no memory of the hours before, no idea of what he was about, where he was going, what his plan was. And no curiosity </atom:summary><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/08/periodically-something-slipped.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>