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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 12:34:08 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>nimbles</category><category>outcast</category><category>Moscow</category><category>what about</category><category>holiday</category><category>dear diary</category><category>dare follow me?</category><category>giggles</category><category>school</category><category>seesterbradderhood</category><category>random nonsense</category><category>maya semya</category><category>oneliners</category><category>Med</category><category>bi</category><category>travelogue</category><category>haqq</category><category>home</category><category>blanket diaries</category><category>birthdays</category><category>balladries</category><category>reads</category><category>cinema</category><category>facts</category><category>vid</category><category>photog</category><category>a don adventure</category><category>once in a cherry</category><category>hit or miss</category><category>mental note</category><title>Pies In My Sky</title><description /><link>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>366</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PiesInMySky" /><feedburner:info uri="piesinmysky" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><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>
Its already the month of February and I haven't even thought about doing a 2011 recap. Gah. Where did all my time go?? I've promised mom to blog a pic a day because she's been wanting to see photos from my recent trip but I've still got to go through the thousand odd pics and post process them. I'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/xX_EDmuqBwg/mumbles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vb-tufpAxs/Tzegb2J6V1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/cAO1m84XMZU/s72-c/IMG_2204.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2012/02/mumbles.html</feedburner:origLink></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>
Hello, 


To say its been a long time would be an understatement considering my last post wasn'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. 



For updates, December was fully consumed by</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/rYQSUh1ywGk/back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2012/02/back.html</feedburner:origLink></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 /><atom:summary>

"We are all a little weird and life'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."

-Dr. Seuss 
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/BfKIh_UkapU/we-are-all-little-weird-and-lifes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-are-all-little-weird-and-lifes.html</feedburner:origLink></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>
It is a pity to see that all of yesterday'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'm quite glad I'm not getting many of, this year. (Hopefully I didn't speak too soon)

It is 5 in the morning and I'm up alone with my books and distracting thoughts of </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/PN-CpGlsJHo/fulfillment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/12/fulfillment.html</feedburner:origLink></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>I've abandoned this blog for far too long. Seems to me like inspiration strikes only when I'm at my lowest.  Which is GOOD in a way I suppose! Just goes to show that I've been considerably happy? Just received our Dermatology credit today, byebye pustules, plaques and nodules. I'm quite ashamed to say that I haven't learnt much from this cycle. Never had interest in derma and probably never will </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/Wfky2ObUVy0/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/10/update.html</feedburner:origLink></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 /><atom:summary>
I have this burning desire to escape reality.





But I don't quite know how. 
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/Y3d3SHIMUbs/i-have-this-burning-desire-to-escape.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-this-burning-desire-to-escape.html</feedburner:origLink></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>I don'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'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's putting a squeeze on everything I do?

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/SehRxbYtORk/whisked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/10/whisked.html</feedburner:origLink></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>


28/09 - 01/10

I'll be welcoming October on a sleeper train. :) Don't miss me while I'm gone.



Impulsive has never been an attribute of mine. I'd much rather make calculated moves rather than just 'winging it'. 





Well, this is me 'winging it'. I feel like I owe it to my youth. 

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/MC8-flr6OfQ/absence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/absence.html</feedburner:origLink></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>This post is probably weeks overdue and from what you might have gathered, I haven'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/P_wRCD5KEmo/i-owe-it-to-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-owe-it-to-you.html</feedburner:origLink></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>
The plan is:



































To simply pack up and go. 
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/0rsmdkkxQw8/poof.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/poof.html</feedburner:origLink></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>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'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/wvMO2ktIcBs/two-weeks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-weeks.html</feedburner:origLink></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>




Surgeons of tomorrow! 



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. 



What I've concluded from this cycle is that Obs/Gynae really isn't my thing. The birth itself was pretty miraculous, praise to God it was! Albeit with slight complications which </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/ksnqoo_4FQ8/crybabies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_jt9RFt60Q/Tnji7ldBEoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/EbNs25E7X9g/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/crybabies.html</feedburner:origLink></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>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't see trouble until we're in too deep. For all I know, I am in search of something more. 


</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/IFvqX59mMqo/whadda.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/whadda.html</feedburner:origLink></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>








It has been raining for more than 24 hours straight. Non-stop. It's cold. It's gloomy and it's cuddle weather.   There'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'm glad that I'm starting fourth year with a relatively 'relaxing' cycle: </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/ofvS-elkDGI/september.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/september.html</feedburner:origLink></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 /><atom:summary>



</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/kZ2u4ulSJ1U/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></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 /><atom:summary>

"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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/NV0jJpz_2D0/periodically-something-slipped.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/08/periodically-something-slipped.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-757404055336569028</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-27T08:06:50.107+04:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>
I go to seek a great perhaps. 
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/ZdVek-05arg/i-go-to-seek-great-perhaps.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-go-to-seek-great-perhaps.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-6150981932756699648</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 09:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-26T13:37:35.014+04:00</atom:updated><title>Colours</title><atom:summary>Disclaimer: 98% of photos were taken from inside a moving car with tinted windows and the roads were uneven and such so pardon the lack of sharpness blerghhhh. I tried. :) 

















India's appeal really lies in its people. Friendly, polite, hardworking yet completely foreign. India's traffic however, is a completely different experience. They have an uncanny ability to duck and weave </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/fq_xDUKMUw8/colours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/07/colours.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-8805610868119279377</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-25T19:50:24.842+04:00</atom:updated><title>Bite me.</title><atom:summary>What else do I have to do to be taken seriously?
When someone asks for help, I try to be helpful and offer my suggestions and opinions without any ulterior motives or whatsoever. The least you can do is acknowledge it, I'm not asking you to follow it or listen to it but at least say thank you and you will consider it. I've said this countless times before, I have no tolerance for people without </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/Zkr3Vt-0l8A/bite-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/07/bite-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-7867998856095845201</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2011 06:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-22T10:15:31.899+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travelogue</category><title>Fooooooood</title><atom:summary>



With a large portion of the population being Hindus, its no surprise that the bulk of the food we had on the trip was vegetarian food. According to the locals, some do eat meat and are vegetarians only on certain days.
The first meal we had in Chennai was of course, home cooked indian chicken briyani. Mrs Usha's mother made various accompaniments mainly tandoori chicken, grilled fish, eggs in</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/c9xKqTnZQTI/with-large-portion-of-population-being.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/07/with-large-portion-of-population-being.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-8593058549715454452</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2011 10:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-21T14:39:07.696+04:00</atom:updated><title>Meow!</title><atom:summary>






This cutie insisted I scratched her head while she emptied her bowl today. The whole time. Refused to eat when I stopped. 
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/TmaFxyo2Tgg/meow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/07/meow.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-7856307011599296365</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 09:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-20T13:06:18.833+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travelogue</category><title>தோசை</title><atom:summary>








தோசை - Dosa : A fermented thin pancake made from rice batter and black lentils. 

Alternative names: Dosa, Dosay, Dose, Dosai, Dhosha, Thosai, Tosai, Chakuli


Mrs. Usha, the lady who welcomed us into her home for 3 days was gracious enough to make us a stack of dosay for breakfast. As scrumptious as they were, the sheer amount of it made it hard for us to clear our plates! She says that</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/KATml9GNQdA/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-8828057761120869380</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 11:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-22T10:15:14.855+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travelogue</category><title>India; Chennai</title><atom:summary>






The decision was pretty sudden, and probably has no rational reasoning behind it. And somehow it felt right at that very moment even though I had to cancel previous engagements. Thinking that the same opportunity might not come again in the nearest future and with only 3 years left of med school before I immerse myself in the unrelenting Malaysian healthcare system for the rest of my life,</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/Omh9ZL5pBq4/decision-was-pretty-sudden-and-probably.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/07/decision-was-pretty-sudden-and-probably.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-5568731604834943865</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-28T22:28:00.103+04:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>Hey 3rd year,

You've been a helluva ride. The PUSH you gave me was the best thing I've felt throughout my education here. And dear God, the REWARD you gave me just made everything that much sweeter. I just hope that the knowledge and lessons I've learned are here to stay. I think its safe to say that this year is the first time that I actually feel like a medical student. Somehow the disrupted </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/xuvZMg3MJQI/hey-3rd-year-youve-been-helluva-ride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-3rd-year-youve-been-helluva-ride.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25154258117243194.post-4386741122952651268</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jun 2011 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-25T19:34:04.371+04:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>
“There comes a time when every man has to make a choice. Whether it’s a professional choice…Or whether it’s a personal choice. In the end, it’s about integrity. And it’s about chasing after what you really want. Even if that means showing you both care a little. And sometimes…well, sometimes you just have to do what’s right for your friend. Even if it means sacrificing your own happiness. When </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PiesInMySky/~3/sNNROypxpuQ/there-comes-time-when-every-man-has-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evana)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piesinmysky.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-comes-time-when-every-man-has-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

