<?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-4610157370772237880</id><updated>2011-11-25T19:14:03.318-08:00</updated><category term='First post'/><category term='Broadway Calls'/><category term='Hot Hot Heat'/><category term='american apparel'/><category term='burberry'/><category term='Second Blog Post'/><category term='Wings'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='raconteurs'/><category term='Wisdom teeth'/><category term='There Will Be Blood'/><category term='Gay'/><category term='luxottica'/><category term='Georgia Straight'/><category term='Nikon D40'/><category term='css'/><category term='the met'/><category term='Vancouver'/><category term='unattractive'/><category term='imnotastalker'/><category term='Practicum'/><category term='Camera'/><category term='career suicide'/><category term='needy'/><category term='emo'/><category term='Scene Kids'/><category term='Cobra Starship'/><category term='nye'/><category term='amy winehouse'/><category term='Daft Punk'/><category term='Say Hi To Your Mom'/><category term='sears'/><category term='Pop-Punk'/><category term='Mika'/><category term='stealers'/><category term='ugly'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='R.I.P.'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='fall'/><category term='school'/><category term='needs'/><category term='school coquitlam'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='boring'/><category term='be your own pet summer jobs awesome'/><category term='toxic'/><category term='Eclipse'/><category term='chromeo'/><category term='theives'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Vegetarian'/><category term='racist'/><category term='physically attractive'/><category term='love'/><category term='broke'/><category term='weight'/><category term='MIA'/><category term='poor'/><category term='Party'/><category term='no years'/><category term='poem'/><category term='the kills'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Patrick Dempsey'/><category term='winter'/><category term='Weird'/><category term='The Donnas'/><category term='hipsters'/><category term='Interview'/><category term='nothing'/><category term='boy'/><category term='acid'/><category term='Chloe Sevigny'/><category term='sex'/><category term='bad religion'/><category term='court'/><category term='becky'/><category term='The Hives'/><category term='girl'/><category term='mayday parade'/><category term='Panic At the Disco'/><category term='Chocolate'/><category term='stress'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='booze'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='oli sykes'/><category term='bored'/><category term='break'/><category term='Momo'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Gallows'/><category term='optical'/><category term='Juno'/><category term='east indian'/><category term='the cambie'/><category term='Editors'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='tea'/><category term='health'/><category term='new years eve'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>imnotastalker.</title><subtitle type='html'>Stalking since 2001.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-4141043341151644970</id><published>2009-02-02T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:21:47.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unattractive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>What Kind Of Fool Doesn't Think About It...</title><content type='html'>I skipped school today. Kind of. At 5AM I felt so fucking sick. I had a headache and couldn't get up. I am fine now. Still a bit tired feeling and lots of flem. FRICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least now I can study for my test tomorrow. I should've started a few days ago. What the hell did I do for the past few days. NOTHING. NADDA. Except go to work the last two days but that doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mum what being called "not physically attractive" meant. And she said that it meant that it was the same as being called ugly. So, I'm ugly. This damn comment has been on my mine for the past days now. FRICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-4141043341151644970?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/4141043341151644970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=4141043341151644970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/4141043341151644970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/4141043341151644970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-kind-of-fool-doesnt-think-about-it.html' title='What Kind Of Fool Doesn&apos;t Think About It...'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-6753667483421421858</id><published>2009-02-01T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:12:15.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physically attractive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor'/><title type='text'>&amp; Party &amp; Bullshit</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been spending g's like it ain't no thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop now, I'm seriously running out of funds... so much so I'm afraid I can't go to the UK. And I need to go there, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also stressing the fuck out about school. My brain is still on winter vacation, I swear. And for some reason I never have time to do homework. I need to stop going out. More specifically dining out. Even more specifically, paying for people. Becky still owes me $100.00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also stressing out about my physical appearance. The dude I'm seeing told me he didn't find me physically attractive. I was kind of bummed because he just called me ugly in a way. I admit, I knew he thought so... but did he have to tell me that he thought that way about me? I told him I didn't like the way he dressed and I felt super bad about that but... hmmmm. Josh says he's lying because he still has sex with me every freaking week but I just think he is just desperate and I'm the only girl that will sleep with him and until he finds someone else to do the deed with I will have to surfice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he was using me for sex and he said "no". But for some reason I don't believe him. This is like the Blain thing all over again except more nice since Blain and I never really talked when people were around. Haha. Nor did we really hang out one-on-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and all this stressing out probably won't make me feel any better. G'damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose weight. I need to find time for things. I need money. I need lots of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-6753667483421421858?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6753667483421421858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=6753667483421421858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/6753667483421421858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/6753667483421421858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2009/02/party-bullshit.html' title='&amp; Party &amp; Bullshit'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-4248508891946699647</id><published>2009-01-27T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:10:00.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Day Tripper</title><content type='html'>So, I want school to be over now. I'm so over it. Unfortunately, when school ends I have to start paying off my student loans which I'm not too stoked about. I kind of like school though in a way because it keeps me grounded y'know? What would I be doing if I wasn't in school? Probably fucking around, drinking and doing drugs every night which isn't cool. This winter break though, was pretty much one of the best winter breaks I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My winter break consisted of lots sex, drugs and rock 'n roll. For real. And lots of lounging around and hanging out with family and friends. Haha. It was so fun though and I just want to rewind. Why can't we just rewind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been thinking about myself and my love life a lot lately. Even though I wasn't too stoked about being tied down, it feels kind of nice you know? Someone there to cuddle with and talk to and just generally hang out with.... Every guy I seem to meet though has been a douchebag. Yu and I were talking about that yesterday and she agreed. So I decided something, if the next few guys I meet and date are douchebags, I'm swearing off men forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu #2 is leaving for Japan in two days. I am kind of sad because now who am I going to go to shows with? The last show we went together was Soulwax all the way in October. We did E (him for the first time) and had some fun times. Now he is leaving and I am sad. Now who will I go to shows with? Haha. Oh well, I'm meeting him for some tea tomorrow so at least I get to see him before I never get to see him again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to go to court on Thursday... maybe. I think? I wrote a written reasons report but didn't send it in until 4 weeks ago and still haven't got a reply... mind you I haven't been home in two days... but I doubt it will come! I don't want to go to court!! I'm scared and if the cop who gave me the ticket shows up I have to pay! Stupid me. Don't drink on the skytrain kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start eating less but seriously, when I'm stressed I eat and eat and eat. What do I have to be stressed out about? Lots. I stress out about myself and other people. I really need to stop that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-4248508891946699647?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/4248508891946699647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=4248508891946699647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/4248508891946699647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/4248508891946699647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-tripper.html' title='Day Tripper'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-6165867320882834580</id><published>2009-01-26T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:55:32.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Spending G's</title><content type='html'>So, I met this dude on NYE at the Biltmore. I was fucking high out of my mind and I guess I started making out with him. I brought him back to Becky's house with us thinking it would be a one night stand. Well, this dude was totally nice and not a total douchebag the next day like they usually are.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess twice a week since new years, we've met up and hung out and fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, at first I didn't really "like" him but then after talking to him I grew to like him, because although we are totally different people we have a lot to say. I guess we kind of decided on an open relationship where you know, where we can fuck other people basically. I was cool since I don't want to be tied down anyways you know... Not at age twenty anyways, and I don't really believe in monogamous relationships. Anyways, everytime we meet up we always get drunk or do drugs of some sort. I'm not too sure why but we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two times that we did hang out though, was pretty shitty. We got pretty drunk (hellllllllllllo 151) and exchanged some words. Even though he apologized I think part of it was my fault since I was the one that aggravated him by disagreeing with everything he was saying or saying he was lying. I think that the last Saturday was the worst though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that before we were going to see Metronomy we were going to drop acid. I have never done acid before so I had no idea what to expect. I did two hits of acid and didn't really feel anything until Fan Death played. THEN I WAS FUCKED. I couldn't even see where I was walking, I was seeing waves and colours were more vivid. I left himat the venue because I didn't want to ruin his chances with getting with another girl and I knew if I was with him I would probably cling on to him not knowing where to go.. and plus I didn't want to ruin his trip. So, I watched the show and danced by myself but after Metronomy played I got totally paranoid thinking if he did leave me at the show how the hell would I get home since all my stuff was at his house and I had no idea where exactly he lived and how I could get a taxi. I talked to the guys from Metronomy for a while and then called Becky who then gave the phone to James who helped me out a lot! It was rad because I thought he was mad at me (long story, another entry) and he had a bad trip himself once. Thank goodness I eventually found him who was talking to this girl from highschool who's friend had a huge crush on him in high school and even stalked him (all together now, "awwww") and then she asked if we were going out. I said "no" because obviously I didn't want to ruin his chances with her and he obviously found her attractive. So eventually we left and waited for a taxi and finally found one. When we got back to his place, I was still feeling it and we just sat there and chilled. There were lots of disagreements and I really, really aggravated him. He said some things that made me upset like, "don't get hung up on me.." and when I said I wasn't he was pissed and other things like "I'm only keeping you around until someone better comes around" which he admitted the next morning to be true(!!!) so I was thinking, is this guy a douchebag and like he'll find someone more attractive and be like, "see ya Michelle". I was kind of bummed. He was also kind of angry when we had sex afterwards so of course it wasn't that enjoyable. By 6AM I was still feeling the acid and decided to stay up and pull an allnighter since I had to work the next day at 12:30. In the morning though, he apologized and I swore he cried. I didn't know what to say or how to feel so I just accepted his apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work and afterwards we decided to see a movie. We saw Nortorious (which is totally amazing by the way) and before the movie he apologized about everything and wanted to "start fresh" and I agreed and accepted because it was pretty sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while I was at work he wrote this poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From your chromosomes to the symmetrical unity of your bones&lt;br /&gt;you come equipped with luscious lips, voluptuous hips,and a gyrating fix which hits me faster than an acid trip.&lt;br /&gt;When we kiss our eyes become transfixed like the infinite sunshine with its magnetic mix,&lt;br /&gt;so fix me a jin and tonic while I roll some kronik&lt;br /&gt;and we’ll let the ashes disintegrate as we fornicate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it but I'm still unsure about things. It was also kind of awkward after the movie but we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS= Don't do acid in public places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-6165867320882834580?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6165867320882834580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=6165867320882834580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/6165867320882834580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/6165867320882834580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2009/01/spending-gs.html' title='Spending G&apos;s'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-1395719777489525961</id><published>2008-11-24T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:48:28.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years eve'/><title type='text'>Search This CIty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I always say I'm going to write in this but I always forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, it's probably because I really have nothing to say... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is going alright... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been stressed out though because of board exam results, school, $$, etc. etccc. Hell, I've even found a few white hairs!! I would hate to be gray by the time I turn 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to go on a diet. I hope to lose at least 10 lbs or 5 kgs before NYE so I can kiss someone decent... if I decide what I want to do yet! I bought tickets to this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.clubzone.com/events/images/99892/99892-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I hope it will be good. I'm only going to this shiz because it's cheap and they're going to play good music? I'm a bit concerned about the location... (the heart of bum town) bút I will manage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This will probably be the first time that all my friends and I will be split up on NYE but whatevv, it will beat what I did last year... (crashed a scene kid party, kissed an ugly guy, threw up a few, spilt a few, slept on the floor, awkward morning...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SCHOOLS OUT IN A WEEK! I'm stoked, hopefully I'll make some more $$$ before X-MAS because I need a dress and hopefully a leather jacket? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, if I find some nice material I'll probably make my dress... Well, if I find the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-1395719777489525961?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/1395719777489525961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=1395719777489525961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/1395719777489525961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/1395719777489525961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/11/search-this-city.html' title='Search This CIty'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-2417552704211380201</id><published>2008-09-22T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:53:19.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cambie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stealers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luxottica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raconteurs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='becky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='east indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american apparel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the met'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chromeo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='css'/><title type='text'>Old Habits Die Hard</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a totally randomm weekend it was unbelieveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, on Friday I had a job interview at Sears (HEHH) Optical which went alright, except she asked me about my nationality which she has no right to ask! They supposedly, were only looking for East Indian and Caucasian people at the moment and &lt;strong&gt;no Asians&lt;/strong&gt;. I am half Japanese and half somewhat, East Indian but that just did not cut it with her, but since I looked more East Indian than Japanese she decided to continue on with the interview. I ended up doing a personality test and I ended up passing that... haha how can you fail one of those anyways...? Unless, you're a dumb idiot...oh wait a second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, after the interview I went to main street for some shopping and met up with PJ to go to metrotown for Becky's gift. We spent like, 4 hours at the mall when eventually settling on something. Then, at Chapters we get a call from Louise telling her to come to her party. We ended up going to her party and it was a total sausage fest. It was Louise, her girlfriend (?) Rahima, John Duffield, this flamer named Deepak and some other randoms but the best part was that Josh was there. You know, the one that stole my wallet way back when... haha we're cool now.. I guess. That party was spent drinking free booze, smoking cigarettes, smoking cig butts found on the ground and drunk dialing. Oh, and dancing to Calvin Harris and telling everyone I sucked him off (which I didn't btw.. obvz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NEXT DAY, was spent at work and at night I get a call from Josh and he said he wanted to do something so we decided to go to the cambie. I called PJ up and then we all drove downtown. The line for the Cambie was fucking huge and the crowd looked lame so we decided to go to Saturday's hipster night... the met. It was pretty fun... it was pretty much Bob Dylan, sticky floors, hot guys, rude girls, American Apparel, homeless, Native people, retards, cheap drinks, wheelchairs and fun times. Afterwards, at like, 3 we decided to hit up the casino where Josh won 18.50 and I lost 5.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE NEXT DAY, early in the morn I get a call saying I passed the test and have to do another two interviews so I had to make my way downtown again for another interview. It was actually quite hard because they asked me such dumb idiot questions. After the interview, she told me not to mention that I was half Asian to my next interviewer because she was looking for East Indians as well. Ummm, wtf? So, I ended up going to my next interview and it went okay until it was time to role play. I fucking hate role playing... especially when I'm being judged. Soooo, I totally screwed that part up, not to mention I'm not EAST INDIAN. Which I am by the way, well sort of... so you know what? Luxottica can suck my non existant balls. I can take my skills (wait, what?) elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was Becky's birthday dinner. It was good, fun times were had. It was awkward... I guess. I was trying not to make it be but it still was. All I have to say though is, if you offer something someone for free you shouldn't be a bitch about it... just take it, even if you don't like it and stop being an ungrateful little bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I saw CSS and Raconteurs this week. Both bands, amazing. The Kills also killed it as did SSION and Tilly. I cannot wait for Cold War Kids but I especially cannot wait for Chromeo and my blow job partner Calvin Harris. EEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-2417552704211380201?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2417552704211380201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=2417552704211380201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/2417552704211380201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/2417552704211380201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-habits-die-hard.html' title='Old Habits Die Hard'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-7823763266276178989</id><published>2008-09-15T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:05:45.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mayday parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school coquitlam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oli sykes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy winehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>Starting over again</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I always say this but... I'm going to start writing in this damn thing again. It was either going to be this or livejournal again... but I'm not too keen on livejournal because... I don't know. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Coquitlam right now. It's alright, close to school and free rent. Woo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I know now why I don't write in this damn thing, my life is so dang boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see Bad Religion yesterday. It was sold out but the crowd was def. not as intense as NOFX. I didn't get stitches or anything of that nature. I like to think I'm pretty tough when it comes to "moshing" and big crowds. I can withstand being in a crowd of 1000+ people and not have a slight feeling of claustophobia. On the way home the taxi driver made a detour to Marine Drive to help out some lost truck driver. I was kind of pissed because it was already 12:45 and had to get up for school in less than 6 hours but it was either get in the car with him or wait for another taxi so I decided to get in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like school. I feel like people are talking about me and saying things about me. I don't know, I know I'm probably just paranoid.... but I really think people are talking about me. I think I'll do better this year than last for sure, I have less distractions this year and I'm trying just to concentrate on school work this time around. Also, I only go to school 3x a week and work 3x a month so I have &lt;strong&gt;LOTS&lt;/strong&gt; of time to do schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I need a job. I'm going to look for optical work first and if that fails I will look into retail. I honestly don't want to go that route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need to lose weight or at least eat more healthier. I don't understand how some Asian people can eat instant noodles everyday of their life and still be skinny and somewhat healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY TOP 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. La Eyeworks, Bent. (You will be mine soon my dear...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Amy Winehouse - The Ska EP 7"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Jamie All Over by Mayday Parade (I honestly have to listen to that song everyday or I cannot start my day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Burberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Oli Sykes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-7823763266276178989?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7823763266276178989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=7823763266276178989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/7823763266276178989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/7823763266276178989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/09/starting-over-again.html' title='Starting over again'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-7085863233906207489</id><published>2008-06-22T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:37:51.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be your own pet summer jobs awesome'/><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/1/9/5/9/10509591-10509594-slarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/1/9/5/9/10509591-10509594-slarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is right, I'm back again. This time for my own personal use and not some "super blog" like I wanted it to be. I just don't have time for that shit ya know? So I'm just going ramble on this and maybe people will start to read it? Yeah &lt;strong&gt;fucking&lt;/strong&gt; right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it's summer now and because I've spent&lt;strong&gt; all&lt;/strong&gt; my student loan money I have to work like a dog to pay it all back. 7 Days a week biatch. Well, soon to be 6 because one of my jobs became el cheapo and cut back on labour.. bitches. It sucks that both jobs pay at the end of the month so I'll be broke the whole month of july until the end with my big pay-out. I'm kinda stoked because I'll be able to save money that way but kinda not since I'm going to Pemberton and it's my birthday and I won't have any money for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop listening to Be Your Own Pet, it's riDONculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, I haven't seen my mom in 7 days but we live in the same house. Weird. And we're still on talking terms and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-7085863233906207489?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7085863233906207489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=7085863233906207489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/7085863233906207489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/7085863233906207489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-7705488470822487551</id><published>2008-03-01T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:33:22.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Donnas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imnotastalker'/><title type='text'>html rulez d00d.</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh. I changed the name of my blog. This time it's going to stick. This is now going to be called, "imnotastalker". That was actually the name of my ultra name website from five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I saw the Hives last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Mbekd6T_3U/R8nKTYh2ACI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pdcoLVVGsf4/s1600-h/2291343701_7d0941da5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172888081362452514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Mbekd6T_3U/R8nKTYh2ACI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pdcoLVVGsf4/s320/2291343701_7d0941da5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Mbekd6T_3U/R8nKUIh2ADI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nE5fN5l4tAM/s1600-h/2292131040_cfeb6b8e30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172888094247354418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Mbekd6T_3U/R8nKUIh2ADI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nE5fN5l4tAM/s320/2292131040_cfeb6b8e30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;You can check out more of my pictures from the show&lt;br /&gt;HERE: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theswami"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/theswami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good show overall, very entertaining. The Donnas were alright. Not into their newer material and to them "old stuff" was from the Spend the Night era which is NOT old in my opinion! I actually used to be a "Donnaholic" a few years ago but then they started asking me for money. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hives were so good. They really lived up to my expectations. Played a lot of songs from Tyranesourous Hives and Veni Vedi Vicious which I was excited about. Closed the set with my favourite song from their new album, "Return the Favour".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-7705488470822487551?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7705488470822487551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=7705488470822487551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/7705488470822487551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/7705488470822487551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/03/html-rulez-d00d.html' title='html rulez d00d.'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Mbekd6T_3U/R8nKTYh2ACI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pdcoLVVGsf4/s72-c/2291343701_7d0941da5a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-5037079554600335977</id><published>2008-02-21T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:51:54.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='There Will Be Blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patrick Dempsey'/><title type='text'>Total eclipse of the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Mbekd6T_3U/R743VoL9g5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VpmOKeK92RA/s1600-h/IMAGE_047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169630266972275602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Mbekd6T_3U/R743VoL9g5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VpmOKeK92RA/s320/IMAGE_047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just call me Mrs. McDreamy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I think I'm going to make this a photo blog. Of course there will be blog posts of my day as well but mostly pictures. Also, I'm calling this blog "more then ink". I took it from a Have Heart song, kind of. Their song is called "More ThAn Ink" but I decided to call mine, "more thEn ink" because some tailoring company took that name and even though this isn't a real "blog" that's read by many people I don't want to get sued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said earlier, I saw There Will Be Blood. It was really good; very long but very good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the eclipse but totally forgot until I was waiting for my bus after my practicum and was like, "why does the moon look so cool?". I tried taking a picture with my cell phone but unfortch, it didn't turn out well and the moon looks like a street light. Meh, c'est la vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the Hives. I've been waiting to see them for years and years so I'm excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to get a press pass for Warped Tour. Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-5037079554600335977?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5037079554600335977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=5037079554600335977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/5037079554600335977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/5037079554600335977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/02/total-eclipse-of-heart.html' title='Total eclipse of the heart'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Mbekd6T_3U/R743VoL9g5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VpmOKeK92RA/s72-c/IMAGE_047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-7297519834767792520</id><published>2008-02-17T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:14:27.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikon D40'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='There Will Be Blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><title type='text'>Tired and broke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Mbekd6T_3U/R7jo1IL9g4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lav1ExLNNCE/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168136571836007298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Mbekd6T_3U/R7jo1IL9g4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lav1ExLNNCE/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so I got a new camera. Well, two new cameras. I'm pretty stoked. One is an SLR Nikon D40 and the other is also a Nikon regular point + shoot. Pretty dope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to an anti-valentines day party yesterday instead of Say Hi. I kinda regret it becuse Say Hi would've probably have been more fun. Oh well! The party was alright.There was a five dollar cover charge but they played pretty good music surprisingly (Jusice, Hot Chip, Daft Punk and so on and so forth).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to see There Will Be Blood tonight. I never heard of this movie but it's nominated for an Oscar so it better be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-7297519834767792520?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7297519834767792520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=7297519834767792520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/7297519834767792520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/7297519834767792520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/02/tired-and-broke.html' title='Tired and broke.'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Mbekd6T_3U/R7jo1IL9g4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lav1ExLNNCE/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-5658626553316427268</id><published>2008-02-16T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:08:17.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic At the Disco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say Hi To Your Mom'/><title type='text'>A whole lotta woman means a whole lot more!</title><content type='html'>Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckadee, fuck, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday during the Mika show I broke my camera. My camera = my life. I was invited on stage so I jumped at the chance and yeeuh I forgot to shut of my camera and it broke the same way my other camera did. I guess it's a good excuse to buy a new camera, amirite? SLR here I come. A cheap one though, there is no way in hell I can buy an expensive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I said earlier I saw Mika yesterday and it was off the chain. It was so good. Best show of 2008 much? Well, an early contender for Best Show Of the Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of gay males and older females of the concert but the crowd wasn't so bad. I had to sit on Alex's lap most of the time because his seat was so far away and mine was close. So yeah, it was awkward. You know what else was awkward? Seeing an old frienemy and their BF in the boys washroom at the show. Why I was in the boy's washroom? Don't ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Say Hi To Your Mom. I'm still on the fence about going today. They are REALLY GOOD and this will probably be the last time they play a small cheap venue like the UNICORN but I have to work tomorrow and I hate not having enough sleep, it really wears me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Panic! At the Disco tickets went on sale today @ 10:00 and I totally got myself a ticket. Scene kid much? Nah, just a wannabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-5658626553316427268?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5658626553316427268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=5658626553316427268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/5658626553316427268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/5658626553316427268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/02/whole-lotta-woman-means-whole-lot-more.html' title='A whole lotta woman means a whole lot more!'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-2549084611931975046</id><published>2008-02-12T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:50:14.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practicum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cobra Starship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say Hi To Your Mom'/><title type='text'>Whip it good.</title><content type='html'>I am an idiot. Not too long ago, I was invited to see Say Hi @ the Royal Unicorn on Facebook but I declined because I was like, "oh, it's one of those lame hipster dance things" but I just realized Say Hi is short for "Say Hi To Your Mom" and that they are playing THIS SATURDAY. Now I have to go or I will die. This band is so good, and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one of my wisdom teeth pulled out today. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought although I feel a bit nauceous. I feel like going to bed but I cannot due to a lame Communications paper. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lab teacher Wayne called today. He told me my new practicum placement is now in Blundell Centre... nearby my old house, about an hour and a half (bus ride) away from my current home. :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw Juno yesterday. It wasn't as good as I expected but it was really cute. Especially Michael Cera. I love the way he acts, it's really cute as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I saw Cobra Starship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2305/2259176926_cf2b527ec8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2305/2259176926_cf2b527ec8.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ &amp;amp; I drank at the Roxy before because there was no way in hell I was going to see this band sober. Although, I didn't get drunk I still had enough buzz in me to dance. The Cab and We the Kings opened. Thosebands are both really cute and very emo. That show brought in my inner twelve year old. I even tried to dress the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-2549084611931975046?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2549084611931975046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=2549084611931975046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/2549084611931975046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/2549084611931975046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/02/whip-it-good.html' title='Whip it good.'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-3908373106349190959</id><published>2008-02-12T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:27:40.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia Straight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scene Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chloe Sevigny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadway Calls'/><title type='text'>and i don't even read, what the papers gotta say about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/uniteandwin/CCF02122008_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/uniteandwin/CCF02122008_00000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-3908373106349190959?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/3908373106349190959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=3908373106349190959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/3908373106349190959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/3908373106349190959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-i-dont-even-read-what-papers-gotta.html' title='and i don&apos;t even read, what the papers gotta say about me'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-4152007860411975337</id><published>2008-02-06T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:27:10.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practicum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegetarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Hot Heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Editors'/><title type='text'>Let's get drunk and freaky fly.</title><content type='html'>I am now officially a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. No more meat for Michelle Swami. I sit beside this straight edge vegan girl in my business communications class and she really convinced me to become a vegetarian. She was telling me about all the gross stuff that they feed the animals and that the government passed a by-law saying that they are allowed to sell cloned meat without marking it. Gross. She gave me a whole bunch of vegan recipes which was pretty sweet. (I don't think I'll ever be a vegan, I love cheese so dang much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I saw Editors yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2257/2247427611_b88aa1b512.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was very, very good. Tom Smith is one crazy fellow. Listening to Editors music you would think they would put you asleep but Tom has so much energy it's worth money just to see him do his epilelectic fits. Hot Hot Heat played the show too and man did that bring back memories! They played all older stuff too w/ an exception of two songs. They aren't as popular as they used to be, hell, they were even pelted with bottles and cups during one of their songs. What a shame because this is their hometown after all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did my first day of my practicum today. It was so boring. All I did was clean glasses after glasses and file (which I do for a living anyways). That store was so dead they even sent me home 2.5 hours early. Lame. It sucks working at the mall though; you end up spending more money ie: on lunch, things on sale! Oh, and I just hate the mall in general.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-4152007860411975337?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/4152007860411975337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=4152007860411975337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/4152007860411975337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/4152007860411975337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-get-drunk-and-freaky-fly.html' title='Let&apos;s get drunk and freaky fly.'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-5461281999293858749</id><published>2008-02-04T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:58:13.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toxic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop-Punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Check yes Juliet.</title><content type='html'>I accidently gave my dog chocolate today, kind of. I was doing my homework and I went upstairs to get something and saw my dog on the stairs chewing on a package of hot chocolate. How much chocolate is actually in those things anyways? Not very much I hope other it's RIP Momo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pop punk. I know I'm 19 and should be listening to more age-appropriate music but I cannot help it. And it's not pop punk like Blink-182, Sum 41 or Green Day... I'm talking about stuff like Cobra Starship (who I am going to see on Sunday) and my new obsession, "We the Kings". Check them out, they are for the Buzznet crowd but they are really, really catchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-5461281999293858749?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5461281999293858749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=5461281999293858749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/5461281999293858749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/5461281999293858749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/02/check-yes-juliet.html' title='Check yes Juliet.'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-7324656658805721683</id><published>2008-02-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:53:25.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.I.P.'/><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>Someone that I went to school with died today. I wasn't particularlly close to him, hell he even made fun of me in highschool along with the rest of his big group of friends but it's still kind of sad to think that someone that went to school with me has already died. This person's occupation was something that would've got him killed eventually (drug dealing much?) but still this person was much too young to have died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-7324656658805721683?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7324656658805721683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=7324656658805721683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/7324656658805721683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/7324656658805721683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-2569348045878232988</id><published>2008-02-03T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T12:30:12.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gallows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Blog Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daft Punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Okay, so I started to write in this again.</title><content type='html'>That's right folks, I decided to write in my "blog" again. I guess I stopped writing in this thing because my life has been pretty dull and there was nothing to write about, but I promise I'm going to start writing in this shiz again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm at work right now and it's pretty bunk. I should be doing homework and studying right now but I'm not. I'm at the computer doing nothing. I should really start studying though seeing as how I almost FAILED one of my classes last semester and if I fail one my classes my future career as a dispensing optician will not be happening and I will not be able to live in my second home, the U.K. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty lame. Went to work then afterwards Monica, Yu, PJ and I went to Wings for John Duffields birthday. It was okay, there was no tables big enouch so we sat in a booth beside John's party. We had a few drinks and a few wings and we decided to go to "I LOVE DAFT PUNK". We met up with Cory and his underage friend and tried to get in but man, the lineup was long. The line-up wasn't even full of hipsters like I would've expected. It was full of weird Persian gangsters and stuff. Weirrrd. But yeah, we decided not to go in and we went home. Yeah, see it was pretty lame. Although, at 22nd street skytrain station we met this dude that talked and acted like JORDAN SPERLING. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I cannot stop listening to GALLOWS. AHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-2569348045878232988?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2569348045878232988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=2569348045878232988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/2569348045878232988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/2569348045878232988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay-so-i-started-to-write-in-this.html' title='Okay, so I started to write in this again.'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610157370772237880.post-5157910908096301516</id><published>2007-08-13T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:12:15.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career suicide'/><title type='text'>So, I've started a blog.</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to do something so 2003; I've decided to get a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a livejournal but I'm not a really big fan of that website... I don't really count those as "blogs" you know? Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my life has been going okay. Lots of work and lots of drinking. It kinda sucks because even though I've been working shitloads I have $0 saved. Boo-urns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Yu went home today. Even though she's been gone a few hours it actually feels different without her here. The last few weeks I haven't even talked to her (even though she lived downstairs) because of her endless mood swings... but now she's gone. Oh well, she'll be back in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say except I have to work tomorrow all day then Seattle on Wednesday then Career Suicide weekend! Stoooookkkkkkeeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4610157370772237880-5157910908096301516?l=supersoaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5157910908096301516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4610157370772237880&amp;postID=5157910908096301516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/5157910908096301516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4610157370772237880/posts/default/5157910908096301516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersoaked.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-ive-started-blog.html' title='So, I&apos;ve started a blog.'/><author><name>theswami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419991159904483237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
