<?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-5825008289083871576</id><updated>2012-02-11T23:09:03.080-08:00</updated><category term='Picking subjects and Universities'/><category term='kimberly'/><category term='pick&apos;n pay'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='exam time'/><category term='man-whore'/><category term='eskimo'/><category term='zim dollar'/><category term='zipper stuck in akward places'/><category term='Circus'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='Students'/><category term='Sunblock'/><category term='Tutorials'/><category term='vodka'/><category term='Hatfield Square'/><category term='UCT'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='Pool'/><category term='Rhodes'/><category term='Acceptance of society for being gay'/><category term='eat'/><category term='milo'/><category term='Being gay in University or first year'/><category term='Sunscreen'/><category term='fresh meat'/><category term='free-time'/><category term='Superhero'/><category term='societies'/><category term='Student lons'/><category term='Nicola Moubray'/><category term='UJ'/><category term='horse racing'/><category term='hero'/><category term='WITS'/><category term='laptop'/><category term='First Year Varsity'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Counselling centre'/><category term='drama'/><category term='tequila'/><category term='frsh meat'/><category term='HSS'/><category term='BA'/><category term='stress'/><category term='camera'/><category term='Britney Spears'/><category term='birthday cake'/><category term='ninja forecaster'/><category term='greek theatre'/><category term='Jacaranda'/><category term='Womanizer'/><category term='love and fun'/><category term='Maties'/><category term='Johannesburg'/><category term='Coldplay'/><category term='Boredom'/><category term='Thomas Esteban'/><category term='seal clubbing'/><category term='medication'/><category term='Marketing comment'/><category term='financial aid'/><category term='UFS'/><category term='A.D.H.D'/><category term='Printer'/><category term='milk'/><category term='cocaine'/><category term='chainsaw'/><category term='FNB'/><category term='break-downs'/><category term='ninja'/><category term='Union'/><category term='University of Pretoria'/><category term='Pretoria'/><category term='Hitler'/><category term='water filter'/><category term='jms'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><category term='university'/><category term='Sunburn'/><category term='southerns'/><title type='text'>Fresh meat</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog that aspires to educate you on being a ninja first-year</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thirusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344949070104708298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SoFAVaDi9XI/AAAAAAAAACE/mDNzwv9Iukw/S220/SP_A0834.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-8266928635741915123</id><published>2011-04-14T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:48:09.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Don't worry even if things end up a bit too heave, We'll all float on alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7lf2OP_Yks/TafpqXw9u-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/3EPxB3rCoHg/s1600/dasdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7lf2OP_Yks/TafpqXw9u-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/3EPxB3rCoHg/s400/dasdf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595697976174296034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently things have been happening, I'm there but I'm not really. There's people saying things and there's people saying nothing, there's people judging and there's people going to Heaven in the end. How we all seem to co-exist baffles me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-8266928635741915123?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8266928635741915123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=8266928635741915123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8266928635741915123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8266928635741915123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-worry-even-if-things-end-up-bit.html' title='Don&apos;t worry even if things end up a bit too heave, We&apos;ll all float on alright'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7lf2OP_Yks/TafpqXw9u-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/3EPxB3rCoHg/s72-c/dasdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-7395353713441332934</id><published>2008-11-17T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:23:27.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My illustration of exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SSFUGlLx9TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3ul8Q2Kg0D0/s1600-h/pop__by_PeanutToTheButter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269585511037662514" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SSFUGlLx9TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3ul8Q2Kg0D0/s400/pop__by_PeanutToTheButter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5825008289083871576-7395353713441332934?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7395353713441332934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=7395353713441332934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/7395353713441332934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/7395353713441332934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-illustration-of-exams.html' title='My illustration of exams'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SSFUGlLx9TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3ul8Q2Kg0D0/s72-c/pop__by_PeanutToTheButter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-1678420751734304605</id><published>2008-10-26T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:33:35.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>Immature students</title><content type='html'>If you think that Uni will be filled with smart intellectual beings who speak in only philosophical terms and wear only suits and smart-casual wear, then I am sad to report that you thought wrong. I remember thinking that Uni will be awesome because I would be leaving the land of the immature to travel to a well-refined place of study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But upon arriving at Rhodes I saw that nothing had changed. People still hung out in their cliques, people still played stupid and mean jokes on each other and people still enjoyed laughing at others’ misfortunes. I thought I was high school again. That’s how bad it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that Sociology students would be able to debunk the normal and try to go beyond the appearance of a thing and find its meaning, but apparently not. In one of my Sociology lectures the lecturer played us a song called ‘Dear Dickie’. The students did of course did not listen to the song but instead came up with lame toilet humour jokes to throw at the lecturer upon the songs ending. This made me question the future of the country since these people will be the leaders of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they come up with a cure for cancer with the aid of Vodka and Cain?&lt;br /&gt;Or will they be elected President with their beautiful jokes and dancing skills? (Wait its already happened ala Jacob Zuma)&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I’m not looking forward to the future…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-1678420751734304605?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1678420751734304605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=1678420751734304605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1678420751734304605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1678420751734304605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/immature-students.html' title='Immature students'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-5430972271728483196</id><published>2008-10-26T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:08:17.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>Sleeping quarters</title><content type='html'>You have three options to where you want to spend your sleeping time. Home (that’s if you decide to study at your home province), University residence (Res) or digs (an apartment or house outside campus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home:&lt;br /&gt;Living at home when attending Uni is the reasonable thing to do, that is, if you’re studying near home. It has the luxuries of home-cooked meals, your room and plus it’s cheaper. So for example if I had decided to study at UKZN I would have stayed at home. But thank the Lord that I’m not and I don’t have to live with my mothers gripe 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Res:&lt;br /&gt;Some say that staying in res is like living in a 5-star hotel. I say that those people have never stayed at a 5-star hotel and the closet they’ve come to one is a motel on Point Rd in Durban. Res can be fun at times with the friends and the constant jolling. But really when it comes down to studying the noise factor can be become a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digs:&lt;br /&gt;Apparently living in digs is the epitome of cool. That is if you enjoy eating canned food and cheese rolls for the rest of your Uni life. Living in digs can be cool because there are no annoying sub-wardens and inter-visiting hours but digs is also a lot of work. You have to buy your food and then cook everyday, you have to drive to Uni everyday and you have to be wary about the security of your premises and on top of that you have Uni to deal with. Though if you can do that then go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing where to live during your varsity years can be a mission since there is no option that has all negatives and no option that has all positives. So I say choose the one which you think will best advantage you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-5430972271728483196?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5430972271728483196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=5430972271728483196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/5430972271728483196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/5430972271728483196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleeping-quarters.html' title='Sleeping quarters'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-4394570010733468810</id><published>2008-10-24T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T05:11:59.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jms'/><title type='text'>Time to Reflect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SQG3q2aznAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hJU9KCWJ6U0/s1600-h/Little_Stories_by_vampire_zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260687786535787522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SQG3q2aznAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hJU9KCWJ6U0/s400/Little_Stories_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Approached with the task to reflect critically upon the last five weeks of my blogging experience. I found it necessary to start from the beginning in order to convey my last thoughts about it. Learning the theories of narrative, genre and ideology last term with Priscilla Boshoff. I thought the move to teach blogging in term four was a brilliant one. As it made me use the theory that was taught to me in a more practical and technical way. Although many of my fellow classmates were disheartened by the course and accused it of not being real journalism since anyone could do it. I thought blogging was the future of journalism as it demands just as much attention to detail such as broadcast and print journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I heard that we had to work in a group to produce a blog that caters to the needs of first years. I was slightly disappointed as I have not had previous success when it comes to group members. Most of the time my group members would leave me with all the work to do while they enjoyed their weekend. But this time was different. Being put in a group with three of my dear friends: Chris, Thirusha and Dean. I had high expectations for the blog as we all had similar tastes in music, design and humour. Therefore this made it easy for us to get along in the meetings that were held. Usually Dean would make himself a cup of Milo and the rest of us would joke about the posts we would put on the blog. These meetings were informal but they got the job done in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same can be said about the tutorials where our tutor, Nicole Hyman, would advise us on the tasks that were due in the week. She went beyond the call of duty and arranged extra tech meetings in the JMS (Journalism and Media Studies’) computer labs just so we knew how to sort out the layout and gadgets of the blog. Nicole was an immense help to Fresh Meat’s success. As her never ending faith in us gave us, well me any way, the desire to excel in this blogging task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The work load this term differed extremely from the last terms of JMS. The tasks were always coming in and I really don’t recall a moment where there was no JMS assignment due that week. Many people complained about this as it affected their other subjects but really I did not understand their whining. I remember one week when I was faced with a 1500 word Politics assignment, a three page Politics tutorial, a three page Sociology tutorial, two English paragraphs and a JMS2 application form to fill out. This work load did not stop me from posting about ten posts that week and also completing an opinion piece for JMS. Therefore I felt that my productivity of my blogging was efficient and I went beyond the call of duty to write extra posts for the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story ideas for my posts came mostly from everyday life of being a first year. Everything could be used to illustrate the life of a first year as I obviously am a first year and could relate everything to a first year level. Therefore I thought the genre of the blog did not limit my ideas for the blog and its posts. The choice to make surviving first year the theme for the blogs was a clever one. As students did not need to exert much intelligence as the ideas for stories and sources to interview were right in front of their faces. Though I must admit interviewing my friends for sources was a daunting challenge as they could afterwards see the result of my questioning. Although in first term I was faced with writing a profile about a fellow first year. This profilewas different as that fellow first year could read what I wrote about them which could lead in that person not liking what I wrote and eventually not being my friend anymore. Though later I realised that judging and criticism is a part of a journalist’s life and I had to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that my assignments had the potential to be read by any one who had internet access frightened me as I knew that my writing skills were not up to check. This made me work on my grammar, punctuation and spelling which in turn even positively affected my English grades. On the negative side the colloquial style of all my posts also boiled over to my other subjects. Once I found myself using the term ‘on the ball’ to describe South Africa’s Foreign Policy over Zimbabwe in one of my Politics tutorials. My tutor was not impressed. Therefore the fact that I was given total freedom in my writing technique disadvantaged me in terms of my other subjects which demanded critical and concise writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging has given me the opportunity to express my self better. Before I used to think that my opinions did not matter as I thought they were the same as everyone else’s. But after reading many of the other blogs out there I found that my opinion differed. Blogging has given me the incentive to voice my opinions more critically and clearly. This has helped me grow as a person and also a professional journalist. On a scale of one to ten I would say that my personal growth due to blogging deserves a seven. It has taught me how write a story about relatively anything and also conduct a very structured argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In terms of research I found that hyperlinks and trackbacks were a great alternative to writing down reference pages. Hyperlinks were fun to play around with and attach to the actual subject matter on my blog posts. An example of this is when I mentioned something about a student in a lecture proclaiming that they were Jesus. I found an interesting web page that gave the definition of Jesus and made it a hyperlink to the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all if I had to evaluate my blogging experience I would give it a ten out of ten. My group was awesome, my tutor was awesome and the blog was awesome. The lectures on the other hand, Alette and Sim, need to be more organised in their task assignments. The explanations of what to do in the tasks were clumsily written and did not give much insight in what to actually do. But other that that my blogging experience has to be one of the highlights of first year at Rhodes. With the cooperation of my group members Chris, Thirusha and Dean, I hope that Fresh Meat will carry on delivering awesome advice to those first years out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the last you've heard from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesh&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/5825008289083871576-4394570010733468810?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4394570010733468810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=4394570010733468810' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4394570010733468810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4394570010733468810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-reflect.html' title='Time to Reflect'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SQG3q2aznAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hJU9KCWJ6U0/s72-c/Little_Stories_by_vampire_zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-2329421981815086585</id><published>2008-10-23T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:20:52.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blogging Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SQEU2HVwW8I/AAAAAAAAABs/x6LSi2e7deI/s1600-h/n508071585_3099_6385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SQEU2HVwW8I/AAAAAAAAABs/x6LSi2e7deI/s320/n508071585_3099_6385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508759661239234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These past five weeks of blogging has been a new experience for me as a whole. In the past I have always been against blogging despite many of my friends trying to persuade me to start a blog. So at first as expected I was very angry of being “forced” to start blog. However my group decided to start this blog in the hope that it would help future generations of first year students to better and more easily navigate the long and hard road of first year university.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although we have thrown in a little tongue and cheek every now and then. Probably the best part of this blog was working with my friends Lerusha, Thirusha and Dean whose combined creativity has made this blog both possible and enjoyable.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At first I found it very strange and weird that we were studying how to blog for Journalism and Media studies. This is because I always thought that blogs were for attention seeking people with too much time on their hands who write about their insignificant (and often very boring) lives. Sure enough my travels on the internet in search of decent blogs did in fact produce numerous blogs created by attention seeking people with too much time on their hands concerning their insignificant lives. However I also found numerous blogs that reported on events around the world. I found bogs that reported on everything from human rights abuses in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Zimbabwe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to the growing international economic crisis. So it is now clear to me that blogging can in fact be a tool in which both amateur and professional journalists can spread news around the world. Now I believe that studying blogs and the skill of being a good blogger are an important part of being a journalist. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being an inherently lazy person who loves to do the bear minimum and with no plan to go into second year Journalism (I am going to major in Politics and History) I had little enthusiasm to work hard on this blog. But not wanting to disappoint my friends and teammates (blog-mates?) and most certainly not wanting them to fail on my account (thus not getting into second year) I have tried to work hard and consistently. Although being mortally afraid of both Lerusha and Thirusha might have also made a slight impact in my “encouragement” to work hard. I do appreciate that the Journalism and Media Studies lecturers gave us a large amount of personal freedom. Yes, some of the posts were set by the lecturers but we could always manipulate and mould the subject into something we enjoyed or found interesting. To make it even more enjoyable we could also post anything we wished to and the subject of the post did not even really have to concern first year university experiences. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Personally most of the inspiration for the posts that I posted were conjured by Lerusha and Thirusha who are far more creative than I am. However they all came from either past experiences or personal knowledge. Some of the posts were factual while others were personal opinions. Some were extremely serious while others were for comic relief. However I do believe that all of our posts fitted together perfectly like one of those large puzzles one has hidden away in a cupboard. Although I usually despise working in groups I really enjoyed both the people in my group as well as working with the group. I feel as though everybody has contributed a little of themselves to the blog itself. We have all brought something important into the blog which makes the blog itself a projection of four different but interesting people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally this blog would not have been possible with all the help given by our Journalism and Media studies tutor Nicole Hyman. She gave us large amounts of help and encouragement during our tuts. However she also went beyond the call of duty on many occasions to help us with setting up and improving our blog. And all this in the last weeks of her final year of Journalism and Media Studies as well as final months in South Africa before she moves to Israel, best of luck dude. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overall the blog was rewarding and fun to do. I am extremely pleased with its final result. Having watched it grow from a single post with no background into something completely awesome has been great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like one of those over bearing parents that adore their children to much. Well played team we all did a great job.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till we meet again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-2329421981815086585?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2329421981815086585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=2329421981815086585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/2329421981815086585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/2329421981815086585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-blogging-reflection.html' title='My Blogging Reflection'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240708996855333753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNjBjUpWnFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWTO-QoWcdc/S220/avatar528_1.gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SQEU2HVwW8I/AAAAAAAAABs/x6LSi2e7deI/s72-c/n508071585_3099_6385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-2501659811153152602</id><published>2008-10-23T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:22:06.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>Exam time stress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SQAk3kZyfeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uMdkDM42UfA/s1600-h/stresshc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260244901851987426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SQAk3kZyfeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uMdkDM42UfA/s320/stresshc9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhhhh it’s that time again. Time to find those reading glasses, those cups to entertain friends with your impressive tea-making skills and unfortunately those text books that double up as a murder weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not Exams are here and the only way they can go away is if you write them. So I’m sorry to say that &lt;a href="http://www.thesecret.tv/"&gt;the secret&lt;/a&gt; is not going work here guys. Here are some tips to make your studying experience and writing of the exam less painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember those times when your mum would knock on you room door constantly to check if you’re not dead and that you’re still studying. That knocking was probably the main initiative that made me study for finals last year, if it wasn’t for that knocking I wouldn’t have achieved the way I did. But the knocking is now gone and there’s nothing forcing you  to crack open the books. Unless, that is, you are blessed with extraordinary folks who bring you back home for SWOT week. But if you’re not then you’re forced to deal. So my advice is that you be your own mum. Set restrictions on yourself and stick to them Like only be distracted for at least and hour then after the second hour commence with the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure you take three pens to the exam venue. These are Uni exams therefore they expect Four 4-paged essays in 3 hours. So take my advice and take the three pens. Or else I’ll be laughing at your ass when you’re high and dry and can’t write your next two essays. It’s happened to me before so I believe I have the right to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a break, Have a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kit_Kat"&gt;Kit Kat&lt;/a&gt;. I never understood that slogan but nonetheless take the advice and chill. I good break time activity is to play &lt;a href="http://www.kiwigames.co.nz/"&gt;30 Seconds&lt;/a&gt; with some friends. It sharpens the brain and improves the general knowledge. Who knows it may even help in those essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least have a cup of tea and listen to music after writing an exam. Research suggests that tea and music together are great stress relievers and they calm the mind. Therefore with a calm mind you can get cracking on the next exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With this, I wish you first years the best of luck with examinations. May you rape them before they rape you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-2501659811153152602?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2501659811153152602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=2501659811153152602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/2501659811153152602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/2501659811153152602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/exam-time-stress.html' title='Exam time stress...'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SQAk3kZyfeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uMdkDM42UfA/s72-c/stresshc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-2643115085020969904</id><published>2008-10-22T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:51:09.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>You say Goodbye, I say Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATT: All those perspective first years out there…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have decided to leave the comfortable nest you call home to commence your tertiary education in a far off land. On the one hand you’re friggin’ excited to finally leave the folks, the annoying siblings, and the senile grandparents but also you’re a blue little smurf cause you have to leave behind those best mates from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving home can be traumatizing for everyone but face the facts you have to leave one day other wise you’ll become that sad loser who lives off PS2 games and mum’s spaghetti till their forty. But unless you get kicks from that, then be my guest and be a hermit at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling myself before I left for Rhodes that I wasn’t going to cry at the airport and I was definitely not going to miss the Durban family. Rhodes was my chance to start a fresh and detox my past away. I thought I would be happy. But the airport day came and I found myself balling my eyes out and wiping my cousin’s snot off my sleeve. The flight attendants were quite worried by may state when I boarded. As soon as the plane took off I wanted to go back. I indeed wanted to go UKZN and not a place where I don’t even know the name of the province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at Rhodes was a huge wake-up call. I was lost and I didn’t have any friends and my bag felt like I was carrying the dead body of Hitler. Being dropped off at a boys res I thought they had mistaken me for a boy. Since it has happened many times before. But to my relief the boys just stared and pointed me to the right GIRLS res. I thought I was never going to fit in and make any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking back on it now I see what a fool I was. Uni is guaranteed to be fun though it does have its fall backs sometimes but nonetheless it is fun. You will have some sort of friendships and even make friends for life. So don’t be afraid to take that leap and talk to the loner by the dustbin they might be the greatest person you’ve ever met. But also they could be a murderer so be cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260237121596286738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SQAdyssR5xI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IGHQJJGtRkk/s320/me,+nike,.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Yours truly, Thirusha, Niki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see I do have friends... The picture above proves that. No, i did not photoshop the pic. That's just sad.. like the loser who lives with thier mum till thier 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-2643115085020969904?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2643115085020969904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=2643115085020969904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/2643115085020969904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/2643115085020969904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-say-goodbye-i-say-hello.html' title='You say Goodbye, I say Hello'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SQAdyssR5xI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IGHQJJGtRkk/s72-c/me,+nike,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-3055921984173674652</id><published>2008-10-22T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T05:25:57.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elect the Dead, my personal review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SP_Sv5kFVpI/AAAAAAAAABk/zcWvupFJ-Xs/s1600-h/serj_elect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260154610139879058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SP_Sv5kFVpI/AAAAAAAAABk/zcWvupFJ-Xs/s320/serj_elect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I first got to Rhodes University this year I decided I needed to get myself a treat so I went down to the local Musica and got myself Serj Tankian’s new solo album Elect the Dead (which Lesh now owns). I found the album to be really good with such great songs such as Empty Walls and Honking Antelope. However pure System of a Down fans like me might found themselves a little disappointed. While the album is good to me it should be brilliant like the band that spawned it however it seems Serj is not as good as I personally thought he was without the help of his former band mates. Still I think it’s a must for any metal fan out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-3055921984173674652?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3055921984173674652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=3055921984173674652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3055921984173674652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3055921984173674652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/elect-dead-my-personal-review.html' title='Elect the Dead, my personal review'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240708996855333753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNjBjUpWnFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWTO-QoWcdc/S220/avatar528_1.gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SP_Sv5kFVpI/AAAAAAAAABk/zcWvupFJ-Xs/s72-c/serj_elect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-6354278314151229985</id><published>2008-10-22T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:17:19.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then he said "Let there be samosa's and coke" and for a time it was good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SP_QVwiCyfI/AAAAAAAAABc/gu-uFeI9NB0/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SP_QVwiCyfI/AAAAAAAAABc/gu-uFeI9NB0/s320/DSC00412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260151962015549938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my opinion nothing is better than a eating a steak but a coke and samosa from the Kaif is better than nothing, therefore a samosa and coke from the Kaif is better than a steak. So when I am hungry and have a break between a lecture or the dining hall lunch was not particularly good then I just head down to the Kaif and buy myself a samosa and coke. It generally gets me going if I have just pulled an all nighter (which I am doing now so guess who is going to the Kaif tomorrow morning). It make things better it only costs R10, 50. Sometimes if I am feeling particularly hungry I through in a cup cake for desert. If you are the type of person that likes variation when it comes to his food you have up to three types of samosa, chicken, beef and vegetable and one can get a sprite or fanta instead of a coke. If you don’t really like the Kaif there is an alternative. Rather go to the Blockhouse and get your vital samosa and coke there (the cupcakes there are even better). So hurry on off and go get that samosa and coke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-6354278314151229985?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6354278314151229985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=6354278314151229985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/6354278314151229985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/6354278314151229985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-then-he-said-let-there-be-samosas.html' title='And then he said &quot;Let there be samosa&apos;s and coke&quot; and for a time it was good'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240708996855333753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNjBjUpWnFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWTO-QoWcdc/S220/avatar528_1.gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SP_QVwiCyfI/AAAAAAAAABc/gu-uFeI9NB0/s72-c/DSC00412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-8046103565839720698</id><published>2008-10-22T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:01:34.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WITS-Changing your Future by Challenging your Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SP_MvIZ7OnI/AAAAAAAAABM/KPs8cfrEbSk/s1600-h/Wits+Crest_tif_high.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SP_MvIZ7OnI/AAAAAAAAABM/KPs8cfrEbSk/s320/Wits+Crest_tif_high.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260147999874169458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Location: &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Telephone: &lt;span class="witsmainstyle"&gt;+27 (0) 11 717 1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Website: http://web.wits.ac.za/&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Faculties: Commence &amp;amp; Law, Engineering &amp;amp; the Built Environment, Health Sciences, Humanities, Science&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tuition Fees: R9660-R32800 (depending in degree)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Witwatersrand&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; or Wits as it is commonly known is great and internationally respected university to go to. I myself nearly went to Wits but chose rather to get away from home. One of the great aspects of the university is the volume of subjects one can choose from with everything from Health Sciences to Humanities. Interestingly enough Wits is well known for its in-depth and sometimes pioneering research that takes place in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For people living in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; the university is easily accessible provided one gets up early enough to beat the early morning traffic. For those of you who are unlucky enough not to live in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; there are 15 residents to choose from.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although be careful of huge size of wits. Many of my friends who go there have found the place to be very alienating at times. They get up in the morning, drive to Wits, go to lectures, eat lunch, go to more lectures and the drive home. This while not talking to anyone or socialising at all. With such big lectures and so many people making friends can be hard. Just try not to get lost in the sea of students. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-8046103565839720698?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8046103565839720698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=8046103565839720698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8046103565839720698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8046103565839720698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/wits-changing-your-future-by.html' title='WITS-Changing your Future by Challenging your Mind'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240708996855333753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNjBjUpWnFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWTO-QoWcdc/S220/avatar528_1.gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SP_MvIZ7OnI/AAAAAAAAABM/KPs8cfrEbSk/s72-c/Wits+Crest_tif_high.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-8750801301023407041</id><published>2008-10-22T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:37:41.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears Blog Comment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a huge Britney fan! I am from South Africa and am studying journalism at Rhodes University. For an assignment I am meant to comment on a blog which relates to one of my blog posts on our group blog project for our course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frequently mention Britney in my blog posts and often remark on how hot she looks nowadays. I absolutely idolise her, and have had since I can remember. I have grown up with the sounds of Britney; she is most definitely an integral part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad she is back on track again and I just want to say she is looking super hot! I love her so much and the Womanizer video rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out my post at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/womanizer.html"&gt;http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/womanizer.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck for the future, Brit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can see my blog comment at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.britneyspears.com/2008/10/socialite-life-britneys-banging-bod.php"&gt;http://www.britneyspears.com/2008/10/socialite-life-britneys-banging-bod.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-8750801301023407041?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8750801301023407041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=8750801301023407041' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8750801301023407041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8750801301023407041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-spears-blog-comment.html' title='Britney Spears Blog Comment'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114215972723819544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUM0XuK0jI/AAAAAAAAABs/85NPRsN4Jho/S220/DSC00629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-6486290614328372983</id><published>2008-10-22T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T05:57:27.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing comment'/><title type='text'>Market blog comment</title><content type='html'>Hey there fellow Coldplay fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really sad that in this day and age the best music in the world is relatively underground and the radio stations refuse to play the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we are bombarded with the annoying overtones of Timberland and The Pussy Cat Dolls everyday when we tune in to the radio, Mtv and other well-known music websites. Grrrr it’s annoying. If I have to listen to another play of that Pink track and her desires to be a Rock star I may break my radio. But I’m broke and a student’s life is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you like Coldplay and I like Coldplay. I would recommend you to my assignment blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/cd-review-time.html"&gt;http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/cd-review-time.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be free to criticise and peruse.&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the awesome work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original post can be seen at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saulk.co.za/2008/04/29/coldplay-jumps-on-a-bandwagon/"&gt;http://saulk.co.za/2008/04/29/coldplay-jumps-on-a-bandwagon/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-6486290614328372983?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6486290614328372983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=6486290614328372983' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/6486290614328372983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/6486290614328372983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/market-blog-comment.html' title='Market blog comment'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-3011105773011362622</id><published>2008-10-21T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:57:58.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>CD Review time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SP3fZCbC0SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Bba_bNkzQ_o/s1600-h/coldplay_viva_la_vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259605561078632738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SP3fZCbC0SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Bba_bNkzQ_o/s320/coldplay_viva_la_vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being a first year you are literally bombarded with all this information about courses, faculties and other on-goings of the University. All you really want to do is chill and enjoy the scenery but there are these annoying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SRC&lt;/span&gt; people telling you that they want to give you a tour of this and a tour of that and explain their philosophy about Jesus. You tell them to piss the @#$%% off but they don’t understand the French sadly and continue harassing you. So you just walk away from the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A way to calm down after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SRC&lt;/span&gt; attacking is to listen to music. It is a proven fact that music reduces stress by 75% (how, wow). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;, in my opinion, are one of the best bands to listen to if you’re having a rough day. So let’s review Viva la Vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one's been more painfully aware of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Coldplay's&lt;/span&gt; mellow ''&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow_(song)"&gt;Yellow&lt;/a&gt;'' aesthetic than the band itself: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Frontman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Martin"&gt;Chris Martin&lt;/a&gt; once joked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt; about ''driving a Bland Rover.'' It took a while to do something about it, but &lt;a href="http://www.coldplay.com/index.php"&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/a&gt;, their fourth and best album, feels emboldened at almost every turn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jonny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Buckland's&lt;/span&gt; guitars howl insistently; Martin has discovered sub-falsetto vocal registers; and a stark, recurring string section lends an edge. But none of these developments dampen the group's essential melodiousness: Even with this MO, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; can't help but do ''pretty'' proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The band's new producers are Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Eno&lt;/span&gt; and Markus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dravs&lt;/span&gt; — of &lt;a href="http://www.u2.com/"&gt;U2&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.arcadefire.com/flash.html"&gt;Arcade Fire&lt;/a&gt; fame, respectively — so you won't be shocked when, at its most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;poundingly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;anthemic&lt;/span&gt;, Viva sounds a little like The Unforgettable Funeral. Despite how long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; have been dogged with that U2-wannabe tag, they're clearly not feeling defensive about it. (The nearly vocal-free opener, ''Life in Technicolor,'' for one, is a dead ringer for ''&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Where_the_Streets_Have_No_Name"&gt;Where the Streets Have No Name&lt;/a&gt;.'') But the group also cannily borrows from different sources. The pipe organ powering ''Lost!'', a lament about spiritual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bereftness&lt;/span&gt;, will remind indie rockers of a trip to the Arcade. The dissonant guitar jam in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;trifurcated&lt;/span&gt; ''42'' finds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Buckland&lt;/span&gt; turning on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;. Several tracks echo &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lennon"&gt;John Lennon's&lt;/a&gt; vocals or Beatles-period orchestration, including the dark, antiwar teaser single ''Violet Hill'' and, most deliciously, ''Yes,'' an uncharacteristically sexy seduction tale on which the violins switch from ''Strawberry Fields'' mode to a Middle Eastern motif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other songs satisfyingly elude easy comparisons. Hidden track ''Chinese Sleep Chant'' is a guitar-based charger that would be an instrumental were it not for Martin wailing incomprehensibly in the beautifully sludgy background. The ebullient ''Strawberry Swing'' (my personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;) throws Afrocentric guitar atop one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Eno&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Dravs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;soundscapes&lt;/span&gt;. Even Martin's keyboards — which had come to feel like an antiseptic drag by 2005's uneven X&amp;amp;Y — get put through revitalizing sonic paces. On the blissful ''Lovers in Japan,'' (my second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;) it brings to mind an old music-hall piano; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hymnlike&lt;/span&gt; ''Reign of Love,'' it transforms into a cathedral instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SP3fjLvcAtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dQ2IjjuYzA8/s1600-h/coldplay400_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259605735378780882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="263" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SP3fjLvcAtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dQ2IjjuYzA8/s320/coldplay400_01.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout, allusions to love, death, ghosts, and God emerge — yet the overriding theme remains Martin's mostly endearing insecurity. Take the title track (now a single, pimped in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; ad), on which he imagines himself as a paranoid monarch. ''Who would ever want to be king?'' Martin asks. ''Revolutionaries wait/For my head on a silver plate!'' The confident majesty of the music, however, belies how he and his band mates have invigorated their rock-lite reign. Protestations aside, the singer can rest assured that it's still good to be the king.&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/5825008289083871576-3011105773011362622?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3011105773011362622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=3011105773011362622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3011105773011362622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3011105773011362622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/cd-review-time.html' title='CD Review time'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SP3fZCbC0SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Bba_bNkzQ_o/s72-c/coldplay_viva_la_vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-3692541033382988713</id><published>2008-10-20T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:54:22.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water filter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>How not to make a water filter</title><content type='html'>Here at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grahamstown&lt;/span&gt; the water is not advisable to drink without boiling, bleaching or filtering it first. Therefore people just buy the heavy five litre bottles of spring water at Pick ‘n’ Pay. Yes, it is a mission to lug those bottles from town all the way to res but it is water and unfortunately it is a necessity. Well unless, that is, you prefer to take a juice bottle to dining hall and fill it up with the manky orange liquid they call juice. Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one day my friend was telling me about this time when she went to a survival camp and they were taught to make a water filter to drink the watery liquid from the river. All you needed was a two litre empty coke bottle, cotton wool, sand and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;· First you cut off the bottom part of the coke bottle.&lt;br /&gt;· Then stuff a wad of cotton wool by the nozzle part.&lt;br /&gt;· Then after the cotton wool, add the sand.&lt;br /&gt;· Then after the sand, add the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;· Then place the bottle in an upright position and were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This procedure was relatively simple so I was psyched to try it. I followed her instructions carefully and was in glee with the results. Though all it was, was a pretty little water feature in my room and the real test was to try it. I filled it up to the brim and watched the purified liquid drip drop out of the cotton wool. When there was enough water to fill a glass I called my friend to try it. She gave me hesitant looks but took a brave sip nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Verdict: It tasted like sand…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there we go you guys, when you find other alternatives to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grahamstown&lt;/span&gt; water saga. Please be sure to let me know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; I wonder if the bleaching thing really works?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259489453037549026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SP11yqQ3deI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inr76G8ioFI/s320/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the magnificent water filter in all its glory. Well really its more of a water feature then a water filter..&lt;br /&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/5825008289083871576-3692541033382988713?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3692541033382988713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=3692541033382988713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3692541033382988713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3692541033382988713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-not-to-make-water-filter.html' title='How not to make a water filter'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SP11yqQ3deI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inr76G8ioFI/s72-c/DSC00415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-1837303025896764563</id><published>2008-10-20T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:54:18.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johannesburg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatfield Square'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacaranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Pretoria'/><title type='text'>The University of Pretoria (UP/TUKS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPzvmavCvTI/AAAAAAAAADU/fSpOBWTj_OY/s1600-h/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259341908152597810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPzvmavCvTI/AAAAAAAAADU/fSpOBWTj_OY/s400/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pretoria"&gt;Pretoria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telephone:&lt;/strong&gt; +27 (0)12 420-3111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Website:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://web.up.ac.za/"&gt;http://web.up.ac.za/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faculties:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Economic and Management Sciences&lt;br /&gt;- Education&lt;br /&gt;- Engineering, Built Environment and Information Technology- Health Sciences&lt;br /&gt;- Humanities&lt;br /&gt;- Law&lt;br /&gt;- Natural and Agricultural Sciences&lt;br /&gt;- Theology&lt;br /&gt;- Veterinary Science&lt;br /&gt;- Gordon Institute of Business Science (GIBS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuition Fees:&lt;/strong&gt; Anywhere between R10 000, 00 and R50 000, 00, depending on your degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are "hetemal tweetaalig" then Tuks is the place for you. The University of Pretoria is a very traditional and what some would like to call a very Afrikaans university. However, it is one of the best Universities in the country, situated in the beautiful &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacaranda"&gt;Jacaranda &lt;/a&gt;City. It has a particularly good &lt;a href="http://web.up.ac.za/default.asp?ipkCategoryID=1322"&gt;Political Sciences department&lt;/a&gt; and one of the only places where you can obtain a Bachelor of Political Science degree in South Africa either specialising in &lt;a href="http://web.up.ac.za/default.asp?ipkCategoryID=1837&amp;amp;sub=1&amp;amp;parentid=1322&amp;amp;subid=1836&amp;amp;ipklookid=9"&gt;International Relations &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://web.up.ac.za/default.asp?ipkCategoryID=1837&amp;amp;sub=1&amp;amp;parentid=1322&amp;amp;subid=1836&amp;amp;ipklookid=9"&gt;Political Science&lt;/a&gt;. Pretoria is the administrative (executive) capital of South Africa, so doing a Politics degree there is perfect because of all the departments especially the &lt;a href="http://www.dfa.gov.za/"&gt;Department of Foreign Affairs.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University has six campuses and a number of other sites of operation such as the Pretoria Academic Hospital. The University of Pretoria offers its more than 1800 academic programmes in two of the official languages, namely Afrikaans and English. The University is ranked as one of the top 500 universities in the world and is one of only four universities in South Africa to have achieved this distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party scene in Pretoria is hot! With an array of many different cocktail lounges and upmarket clubs to go to, and of course, everyone’s favourite, Hatfield Square, you’ll never get sick of it. Check out all the places to party and the specials at &lt;a href="http://www.tukslife.co.za/Specials.html"&gt;Tuks Life&lt;/a&gt;. However, if you get board of Pretoria, never fear, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johannesburg"&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/a&gt; is not even half an hour’s drive away! UP is definitely a good choice for all of you City Slickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5825008289083871576-1837303025896764563?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1837303025896764563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=1837303025896764563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1837303025896764563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1837303025896764563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/university-of-pretoria-uptuks.html' title='The University of Pretoria (UP/TUKS)'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114215972723819544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUM0XuK0jI/AAAAAAAAABs/85NPRsN4Jho/S220/DSC00629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPzvmavCvTI/AAAAAAAAADU/fSpOBWTj_OY/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-664766392426962224</id><published>2008-10-18T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:43:24.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>So... How was your night ?</title><content type='html'>It’s a Saturday and the one question on everybody’s lips is &lt;em&gt;how was your night&lt;/em&gt; ? I am deeply fascinating by the responses that seem to come from my fellow first years. Most of them still have the permanent-marker battle wounds and the ink-poisoning Friars stamp on their wrist. They answer my question with suggestive glances and looks and I think to myself now what the hell is that supposed to mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the reason they do it, I gather, is because they can’t remember thanks to the beautiful R25 Cane Train specials that go down at Union. So I ask myself why do these people carry on drinking themselves to a vegetable every weekend? Do they enjoy the blank spots in their mind, the bruises from falling down the stairs at Friars and the embarrassing "licking" pictures of them on Facebook? I tried to think what these people would do for entertainment if there was no alcohol to indulge in for them to their lose their mind over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. You could chill with your mates and watch a couple of Monty Python movies on DC. Then order some Ruanthai (the best Thai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPo4bfkPpoI/AAAAAAAAADY/wh7XcaNqzeA/s1600-h/monty-python.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;place in the world).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258578243025570610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPo5DQcjCzI/AAAAAAAAADo/J5kcVwzc4wA/s320/monty-python.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2. Smoke a hubbly and have fun laughing at your friends trying to blow circles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258578538098132066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPo5UbrVBGI/AAAAAAAAADw/2eC6ihL7ejE/s320/62BC9-hubbly-bubbly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. If you’re one of those unfortunate souls who don’t own friends (like me) then take it easy and read a book. Read some Terry Pratchett and J.K Rowling. They always put me in a happy mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258578830842123138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPo5leO704I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lrRUPsTPA0Y/s320/TerryPratchett-InterestingTimes-355px.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. If you wanna dance then the hi-fi is just there. Just rock out in your socks. No ones judging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258579155521126386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPo54XwcP_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/iHXyq60x5rI/s320/basketball%2520socks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Last but least you could do the inevitable thing and waste your time on Facebook. We know that your only true friends lie in that monitor of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258579342144288130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPo6DO-3tYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/M7h9o6X1tb0/s320/facebook1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those five points of entertainment I hope you will realise that there are other things to do then drink like a fish every weekend. I know drinking can be fun but OH MY GOSH DON’T YOU EVER GET BORED OF THE ROUTINE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5825008289083871576-664766392426962224?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/664766392426962224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=664766392426962224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/664766392426962224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/664766392426962224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-how-was-your-night.html' title='So... How was your night ?'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPo5DQcjCzI/AAAAAAAAADo/J5kcVwzc4wA/s72-c/monty-python.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-6356618425102137146</id><published>2008-10-18T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:33:16.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Union'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse racing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seal clubbing'/><title type='text'>Place your bets please (Opinion Piece)</title><content type='html'>While sitting at on a bench at Union one night I couldn’t help but notice this boy positioned against the wall talking to this girl. From where I was seated all the tell tale signs of them flirting with one another seemed to be there. She would touch his arm while she spoke to him, try to laugh extra loud at the joke he made to let him know that she finds him funny, bat her eyelids and of course twirl her hair with her fingers. I ask myself why she is trying so hard to impress this guy. Did she not see the other two girls he tried his luck with earlier in the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its situations like this that really grates my carrot because some girls would define a good night out as having way too much to drink and meeting guys. I don’t think you can call them guys they should be called hyenas or better yet vultures who prey on the drunk and naïve. Don’t get me wrong I’m not some kind of feminazi who wants to annihilate the male species so women can run around freely with unshaven legs while they burn their bras. I am just against the idea of exploiting others whether they are male or female to satisfy your hormonal or even sadistic urges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might seem like I’m being melodramatic but after hearing students talk about the games that some guys play like “hunt the grunt”, “seal clubbing” and “horse racing” it makes me wonder if am I taking this seriously enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know “hunt the grunt” involves placing bets on who can sleep with the most unattractive girl (according to the participants) during the course of the night. Another sport that has similar guidelines is “seal clubbing”. This is slightly different as instead of trying to sleep with the most unattractive girl they can find, the search is on for second and third years students to find a first year student to bed.&lt;br /&gt;If being physically intimate with your victim is not quiet your cup of tea there is always horse racing. At the start of the year bets are taken on who people think is going to put on the most weight by the end of the year. It gets better: the winner of the horse racing contest gets a prize for his astounding achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these are just some of the games our fellow first years enjoy indulging in during their spare time. I’m not sure which I’m more repulsed by, the fact that people can actually do this as a sick form of entertainment or the fact that the people taking part in these activities are the future of our country. If these are the future lawyers, politicians and journalists of the country then we should be prepared for a pretty bleak future, if it could possibly get any worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-6356618425102137146?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6356618425102137146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=6356618425102137146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/6356618425102137146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/6356618425102137146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/place-your-bets-please.html' title='Place your bets please (Opinion Piece)'/><author><name>Thirusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344949070104708298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SoFAVaDi9XI/AAAAAAAAACE/mDNzwv9Iukw/S220/SP_A0834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-4813702658808939317</id><published>2008-10-17T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:53:55.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tutorials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>JOY, JOY, JOY... TUTORIALS.</title><content type='html'>Tutorials. The most dreaded word along with DP (Dully performance certificate). &lt;a href="http://www.ru.ac.za/"&gt;Rhodes&lt;/a&gt; and some other universities like &lt;a href="http://www.ukzn.ac.za/http://"&gt;UKZN&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.uct.ac.za/"&gt;UCT&lt;/a&gt; have tutorials to make sure that the students are on track and not on crack. Tutorials (tuts) are 45 minute talking sessions where you have to speak other wise you will be marked absent. You have to produce a typed out four page document that will only count 1.1% for your year mark other wise you will be marked absent. And, you have to deal with the fact that if you don’t attend these tuts then your DP will be taken away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start rambling on about Tutorials. DP’s are the imaginary certificates that let you write the June and November exams. Many things can be done for you to lose your DP’s for your different subjects. For example not showing up for tuts, not handing in assignments and not writing the term tests. Now that we know what DP’s are lets criticise tuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorials are a waste of time and the only thing they do is make you some cool new &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook &lt;/a&gt;friends. They are boring and they are most of the time not efficient. Let’s take my English tut for example; my tutor is one of those rare gems who have the talent of speaking in one tone all the time. If the world was crumbling and we were all to meet our doom he would p&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPi57cHtfeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oTQttim1nvs/s1600-h/FX013_EXPLODING_HEAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258156995767008738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPi57cHtfeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oTQttim1nvs/s320/FX013_EXPLODING_HEAD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;robably scream in that tone as well. He wears only sport brands and attacks us if we say anything bad about &lt;a href="http://www.arsenal.com/"&gt;Arsenal&lt;/a&gt;. The tut-lings don’t talk out of turn except when they are asked a question and so this makes for some entertaining commentary in my head. During the tut I try to imagine all the things my fellow tut-lings are thinking. I would share my thoughts on this but this blog is attached to &lt;a href="http://amatomu.com/"&gt;amatomu.com&lt;/a&gt; and they don’t like my thoughts very much. So there I am trying to shatter the silence and boredom with my hilarious (well I think so) commentary in my head and he’s asking me a question. I pretend I’ve heard him and stare at my converse for inspiration then I smile at him with my retarded smile and say "I concur" He then smiles back and moves on to his next victim. The tut is over and he says that I’m really improving in this tut. I am surprised with this and  laugh my self silly in my head and inform my tutor that his ultra cool tattoo on his arm is on the body of a &lt;a href="http://www.chelseafc.com/page/Welcome"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/a&gt; soccer player (He hates Chelsea like how Hitler hated the Jews). He looks at me as if I’m joking and when I don’t signal that the remark is false he starts shouting the F-word in his one tone voice. I in return just carry on laughing in my head and leave the castle of doom (the English Department).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that story, I hope it suggested some cool pointers on how to survive tuts. And if the commentary-in-your-head doesn’t work then I suggest you move on to more illegal substances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-4813702658808939317?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4813702658808939317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=4813702658808939317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4813702658808939317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4813702658808939317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/joy-joy-joy-tutorials.html' title='JOY, JOY, JOY... TUTORIALS.'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPi57cHtfeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oTQttim1nvs/s72-c/FX013_EXPLODING_HEAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-3757416754299264960</id><published>2008-10-17T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:19:41.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>Can anyone say Crackling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Stellenbosch University (Maties)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Stellenbosch&lt;br /&gt;Telephone: 021 808 9111&lt;br /&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.sun.ac.za/"&gt;http://www.sun.ac.za&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faculties: Agrisciences, arts, Economic and Management Sciences, Education, Engineering, Health Sciences, Law, Military Sciences, science, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theology"&gt;Theology&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition Fees: Between 16 000 and R30 000 &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPisz3zCi4I/AAAAAAAAADI/ZCd2ZNDgH4Q/s1600-h/Summer%2520South%2520Africa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258142572106386306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPisz3zCi4I/AAAAAAAAADI/ZCd2ZNDgH4Q/s320/Summer%2520South%2520Africa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live for your &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinotage"&gt;pinotage&lt;/a&gt; and can effortlessly identify subtle overtones of gooseberry in a glass of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sauvignon_blanc"&gt;Sauvignon Blanc&lt;/a&gt;, then you can’t go wrong with Stellenbosch University. You just need to visit this sleepy Western Cape town during the university vac to realise that it’s run by its students. In the off-season it’s a cosy spot nestled amongst vineyards and statuesque mountains, but come early February the handful of clubs overflow with &lt;a href="http://en.mimi.hu/wine/crackling.html"&gt;Crackling&lt;/a&gt; binging students looking for a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not all about the wine and jolling in Stellies. When the cops com a knockin’, you can always try your hand at the academic thing. With a wide selection of conventional and more offbeat courses, in English, Afrikaans and now also isiXhosa, there’s bound to be a course that appeals to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The university also has a proud sporting heritage, and with a rugby team that can strike fear into the heart of most opposition, you’re almost guaranteed to be on the winning team.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a great selection of residences to choose from which are dotted all around town, and there’s even an entire shopping centre dedicated to students. And, if you find yourself yearning for the bright lights and beaches, Cape Town is just a short drive away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-3757416754299264960?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3757416754299264960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=3757416754299264960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3757416754299264960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3757416754299264960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-anyone-say-crackling.html' title='Can anyone say Crackling...'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPisz3zCi4I/AAAAAAAAADI/ZCd2ZNDgH4Q/s72-c/Summer%2520South%2520Africa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-6895133502555799197</id><published>2008-10-17T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:52:19.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>It doesn't only teach Violence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;University of Johannesburg (UJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Location: Jozi&lt;br /&gt;Telephone: 011 717 1000&lt;br /&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.wits.ac.za/"&gt;http://www.wits.ac.za/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faculties: Commerce, Law and Management, Engineering and the Built Environment, Health Sciences, Humanities and Science.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition Fees: Between 10 000 and R30 000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPimULOQdNI/AAAAAAAAADA/w70R-azYx2k/s1600-h/88523916_PJOQZXrE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258135430495237330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="210" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPimULOQdNI/AAAAAAAAADA/w70R-azYx2k/s200/88523916_PJOQZXrE.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main concrete monstrosity that has defined UJ is that place where most of the action goes down. Though despite its appearance it’s still a pretty cool place to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The varsity has campuses spread throughout Joburg, and you can now study in Soweto, Doornfontein or Auckland Park, with the East Rand Campus scheduled to reopen in 2009. Each of these has an impressive selection of faculties to choose from, including well stocked libraries and high quality sporting facilities. UJ places a lot of emphasis on sport particularly rugby and cricket, but there’s also the opportunity to get involved in plenty of others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If traffic and fighting for parking aren’t your favourite ways to start a day of lectures, then you can move into one of UJ’s nine residences. There’s also the studentedorp where second-years and older students can stay, and for those who need a brake from class, there are various day houses. And, with Melville just a few minutes away from the Auckland Park campus, you could always head through after lectures and start your night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-6895133502555799197?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6895133502555799197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=6895133502555799197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/6895133502555799197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/6895133502555799197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-doesnt-only-teach-violence.html' title='It doesn&apos;t only teach Violence...'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPimULOQdNI/AAAAAAAAADA/w70R-azYx2k/s72-c/88523916_PJOQZXrE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-4694553284768559576</id><published>2008-10-17T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:28:24.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Counselling centre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>RUN, RUN, RUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"OH MY GOSH I have had like no sleep today"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I feel like horse poo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Man I’m over it, you heard me, IM OVER IT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I am sitting in another fun filled journalism lecture right at the back, so I can be all emo. The lecturers are once again fiddling around with the technology in the front and I find myself ease dropping on other peoples’ conversations (yes, I am a loner, I sit alone). I hear the most random things like "I AM &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus"&gt;JESUS&lt;/a&gt; AND YOU’RE&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judas_Iscariot"&gt; JUD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judas_Iscariot"&gt;AS&lt;/a&gt; SO BOW DOWN TO ME", "ARGGG I WANT &lt;a href="http://www.drugs.com/ritalin.html"&gt;RITALIN&lt;/a&gt;", "WHY, WHY, WHY AM I HERE, I NEED MY BED" and most of the time these conversations revolve around the work load that comes with University. So I thought I should advice you perspective first years on how to deal with the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all don’t contemplate and worry about the work for a week. Because first of all you’ve &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPifPV1vOEI/AAAAAAAAACw/xPVf8y-UIHo/s1600-h/Ritalin-SR-20mg-1000x1000.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258127650864445506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="157" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPifPV1vOEI/AAAAAAAAACw/xPVf8y-UIHo/s200/Ritalin-SR-20mg-1000x1000.png" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just wasted a week on worrying and second of all your assignment deadlines have past. So instead of fretting I suggest that you just go ahead and do it. I know its easier said then done but just start writing and the words will just start flowing like fresh custard. Though if you’re one of those side-tracked wonderers like most I say take that Ritalin and then start writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a 1500 word essay, two English paragraphs, a four page sociology tut, a four page politics tut and a journalism application form to fill out is no joke. So the option of not sleeping and doing the work the night before is not good one. In fact it should not be an option at all. Though if you’re one of those who can pull it off and still be superman the next day then good for you I’m thoroughly jealous. But to those normal people sleep is a necessity and I think you should stick to those sleeping patterns other wise it’s just not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the sleep &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPifhctdYmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S0JWp-LGKvo/s1600-h/st_redbull_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258127961946415714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPifhctdYmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S0JWp-LGKvo/s200/st_redbull_f.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the Ritalin, Energy drinks and coffee are a must when trying to complete your assignment before deadline. I would recommend &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Bull"&gt;Red Bull&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monster_Energy"&gt;Monster.&lt;/a&gt; Though please I caution you to drink in moderation. Once I drank nearly two litres of the stuff and only slept at six the next morning, I was also considerably down and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but least make sure you have a couple of friends around for moral support so you can bitch and whine and they can make you hot chocolate when you’re struggling to find the right words for that conclusion. Though if you’re not blessed with such beings (like me) I suggest the &lt;a href="http://oldcampus.ru.ac.za/index.php?action=category&amp;amp;category=3424"&gt;counselling centre&lt;/a&gt;. They listen to you and don’t judge. Sigh I love the counselling centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also don’t forget to party it up. All work and no play just makes University seem like work. Why would you want University to be like work when University is the thing that is keeping you away from work? When I say work I mean a job of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-4694553284768559576?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4694553284768559576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=4694553284768559576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4694553284768559576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4694553284768559576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/run-run-run.html' title='RUN, RUN, RUN'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPifPV1vOEI/AAAAAAAAACw/xPVf8y-UIHo/s72-c/Ritalin-SR-20mg-1000x1000.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-1681608110844925412</id><published>2008-10-15T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:32:15.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don’t you ask the kids at Tiananmen Square, was fashion the reason why they were there? (Opinion Piece)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SPz4QtCekXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8ylt0rP9pZA/s1600-h/Tianasquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SPz4QtCekXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8ylt0rP9pZA/s320/Tianasquare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259351430713479538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Compared to the past the first year students and students in general of today are completely devoid of any thought processes that concern politics. In years past universities have always been dangerous to politicians as the brightest and most controversial youths grouped together and pooled their thoughts on political processes. However today the politicians have nothing to worry about university students, who now find themselves completely consumed by thoughts of making money or partying. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The spark that light this opinion piece comes from the lyrics of the song &lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/s/system-of-a-down-lyrics/hypnotize-lyrics.html"&gt;Hypnotized&lt;/a&gt; from the band &lt;a href="http://www.systemofadown.com/"&gt;System of a Down&lt;/a&gt;. The song laments that the teens of to day are completely apathetic to politics and compares the self indulgent teens of today with the teens of &lt;a href="http://www.tsquare.tv/chronology"&gt;Tiananmen Square&lt;/a&gt;. As a History student its time for me to now give you all a quick history lesson. In 1989 between the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of April to the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of June thousands of students from around &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; gathered in Tiananmen calling for democratic reforms. However on the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of the June the army cracked down on the students killing between 1000-2000 students. The idea of another incident like Tiananmen Square scares the Chinese authorities that it is now a forbidden subject in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I am not calling for first year students to rise up against the nation and die in the name of democracy. I am not evening asking them to take part in politics but just to be more aware of their political surroundings. The students need to be even more politically aware now than ever before. Nationally, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is going through an interesting change in political thoughts and students should be more and more active in that change less it passes them untouched. Our old president &lt;a href="http://www.news24.com/News24/South_Africa/Politics/0,,2-7-12_2397000,00.html"&gt;Mbeki &lt;/a&gt;is out of a job, our old &lt;a href="http://www.news24.com/News24/MyNews24/Your_story/0,,2-2127-2128_2410026,00.html"&gt;Minister of Defence&lt;/a&gt; is creating his own party and the elections are just next year. Internationally things are starting to heat up, literally. With the &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/7668732.stm"&gt;falling economies&lt;/a&gt; of the West, the rise of &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/7628898.stm"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the Russian &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7592541.stm"&gt;invasion &lt;/a&gt;of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Georgia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and lets not forget &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/features/global_warming2.shtml"&gt;Global Warming&lt;/a&gt; there is plenty of political subjects to go around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However when I ask for students to get involved into politics I want them to do it properly. The times when I have seen students get active in politics it almost makes me wish they did not for my sake, theirs and anyone else that comes into contact with them. First things first do a little research before getting into politics so that you know what you are talking about. Secondly don’t get emotional so when posting on the internet try not to write everything in capital letters to show how angry you are and don’t get emotional, it just puts everybody off. Thirdly choose your subjects and place of expressing yourself carefully. For example don’t post your political ideas on the “&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?q=15%2C000%2C000%20for%20lower%20gas%20prices&amp;amp;init=s%3Agroup&amp;amp;k=200000010&amp;amp;n=-1&amp;amp;sid=35c9dffbd26849c2a97636da58d60bc3#/group.php?sid=35c9dffbd26849c2a97636da58d60bc3&amp;amp;refurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fs.php%3Fsid%3D35c9dffbd26849c2a97636da58d60bc3%26init%3Dq%26sf%3Dr%26k%3D200000010%26n%3D-1%26q%3Dsave%2Bthe%2Bspringbok%2Bemblem&amp;amp;gid=3331490136"&gt;Save the Springbok Emblem&lt;/a&gt;” or “&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?sid=35c9dffbd26849c2a97636da58d60bc3&amp;amp;refurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fs.php%3Fq%3D15%252C000%252C000%2Bfor%2Blower%2Bgas%2Bprices%26init%3Ds%253Agroup%26k%3D200000010%26n%3D-1%26sid%3D35c9dffbd26849c2a97636da58d60bc3&amp;amp;gid=14612150958"&gt;15 000 000 for Lower Gas Prices&lt;/a&gt;” Facebook groups or YouTube or something, it’s just not politically kosher. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So open your eyes and unblock your ears, put down your Fair Lady and FHM magazines, switch off the TV and get off Facebook and get politically aware. If you’re not going to get involved in politics then that’s great but just be aware of the changes around you so when you want to get involved you can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See you on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-1681608110844925412?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1681608110844925412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=1681608110844925412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1681608110844925412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1681608110844925412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-dont-you-ask-kids-at-tiananmen.html' title='Why don’t you ask the kids at Tiananmen Square, was fashion the reason why they were there? (Opinion Piece)'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240708996855333753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNjBjUpWnFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWTO-QoWcdc/S220/avatar528_1.gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SPz4QtCekXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8ylt0rP9pZA/s72-c/Tianasquare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-5362427825234871617</id><published>2008-10-15T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:26:56.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>Skop die bal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPYdV9C2I1I/AAAAAAAAACo/nubpzApT4Mg/s1600-h/Free%2520State%2520University%2520log.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257421878002590546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="297" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPYdV9C2I1I/AAAAAAAAACo/nubpzApT4Mg/s320/Free%2520State%2520University%2520log.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;University of the Free State (Kovies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Bloemfontein and Qwaqwa&lt;br /&gt;Telephone: 051 401 9111&lt;br /&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.ufs.ac.za/"&gt;http://www.ufs.ac.za/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faculties: Humanities, Law, Natural and Agricultural Sciences, Economic and Management Sciences, Health Sciences, Theology&lt;br /&gt;Closing date for applications: 30 September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University of the Free State has had a rough time this year, thanks to the thugs who made those racist videos. But they’ve been given the boot, the infamous Reitz residence is no longer, and the varsity admin are trying their damndest to make everything seem rosy again.  hahahaha talking about the PR of UFS, have you heard the adverts on 5fm? It's just so ironic, Don't you think ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this history of the racial tension, there are a number of things working in the University’s favour. Their faculties are renown in South Africa for having the most back ground knowledge. They offer more than 20 sports at the varsity, and there is always some form of cultural activity on the go. And if you feel like expressing your opinion then you can do so through their student newspaper and radio station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UFS also offers a wide selection of course from their six faculties. They have campuses in Bloemfontein and QwaQwa. If you’re feeling brave, you can stay on-campus in one of their various residences, which, at least on paper, have recently been subjected to stringent transformation policies. Though don’t take my word for it. In regards to the party life Bloemies are pretty chilled and like to just chill with a beer in their hand next to the braai stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-5362427825234871617?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5362427825234871617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=5362427825234871617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/5362427825234871617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/5362427825234871617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/skop-die-bal.html' title='Skop die bal...'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPYdV9C2I1I/AAAAAAAAACo/nubpzApT4Mg/s72-c/Free%2520State%2520University%2520log.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-2227303832519529743</id><published>2008-10-15T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:53:16.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>Time to choose</title><content type='html'>YAY !Matric is almost done and its time to choose that awesome University that will cater to your every whim. There are many South African Universities to choose from and all of them have their own unique style and prestige. We (the Fresh Meat Team) will be briefly critiquing (by critiquing I mean the best party life) all the SA Uni’s for your convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;University of Cape Town &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(UCT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Cape Town&lt;br /&gt;Telephone: 021 650 2128&lt;br /&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.uct.ac.za/"&gt;http://www.uct.ac.za&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faculties: Commerce, Engineering &amp;amp; and the Built Environment, Health Sciences, Humanities (Undergrad and Post grad), Law and Science.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition fees: Between R23 000 and R33 000&lt;br /&gt;Applications close: 31 October (SA students), 30 September (International students).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UCT is consistently ranked as the country’s top research university, which means the guys running the show are a pretty smart bunch. But who really cares about such minor details when you’ve got the one of the most picturesque campuses in the world, an awesome student life and unhealthy long holidays to brag about? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPYWTYe-hEI/AAAAAAAAACg/ricrcfxgdc8/s1600-h/UCT_Upper_Campus_landscape_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257414137247335490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="168" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPYWTYe-hEI/AAAAAAAAACg/ricrcfxgdc8/s200/UCT_Upper_Campus_landscape_view.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UCT has mastered the proverbial something for everyone formula. They have regular cultural endeavours, a reasonable radio station and an impressive student newspaper, plenty of student and RAG run events, as well as a variety of sporting options. Although for the majority of the students, just walking up the steps to Jameson Hall is enough to warrant an afternoon sitting on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residence life at UCT is also legendary, and there are 15 on-campus options to choose from, which are allocated according to how long you’ve been studying for. Most first years share a pokey room, and you’ll have to develop a tolerance for the greasy meals that are dished up three times a day from their dining halls. But, when this means living in a building with 300 other first years all looking for a good time, it all becomes worth it. Especially when you can go home during the vac with that much revered Ikey chip on your shoulder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-2227303832519529743?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2227303832519529743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=2227303832519529743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/2227303832519529743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/2227303832519529743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-matric-is-almost-done-and-its-time.html' title='Time to choose'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SPYWTYe-hEI/AAAAAAAAACg/ricrcfxgdc8/s72-c/UCT_Upper_Campus_landscape_view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-5343661687682117118</id><published>2008-10-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:32:54.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BA'/><title type='text'>BA beats BCOM's ass anyday. (Opinion Piece)</title><content type='html'>It is a common assumption that doing a Bachelor of Arts (BA) at university is a waste and it will never get you that job where you earn almost R20 000 a month. All a BA teaches you is how to think critically, be lateral minded and write a 1500 word essay the night before. They also say that BA is the easiest degree at any University and that BA students are the ones who are living the good life since they don’t write five tests a week like their fellow Bachelor of Commerce (BCOM) students. They say that the matriculates who don’t achieve those distinctions at the end of those glorious twelve years go the BA root because they don’t have the points to do the ultimate degrees that lead to the obvious job positions in medicine, commerce and engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re probably thinking who that ‘they’ is. There is no ‘they’ really these are all common assumptions that you hear through the grape vine about the devastating mistake you’re going to make if you decide to do a BA at University. Being a BA student I find that these assumptions are merely just assumptions. The ideology that a BA is a waste come from those who never studied a BA and are probably just jealous of our bravery to take on the degree that does not guarantee a job at the end of the road. Jokes about BA and their lack of financial benefit are numerous in quantity. Here’s just a taste of people’s naivety:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Q: What is the difference between a BA and a pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A: A pizza can feed a family of four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the above joke just illustrates people’s stupidity when it comes to their views on BA and its financial prosperity. Don’t get me wrong I also laughed at this joke though I felt terribly guilty afterwards. But in actual fact doing a BA is not a waste and the very reason that you think it is does not make you worthy of even reading this post. The truth is as you enrol in the BA you may be wondering what career paths are open to you. There are many jokes about the alleged uselessness of a BA because it is easy to see where a degree in engineering, nursing or commerce might lead but less obvious for Arts. In fact an Arts degree is, in many ways, the most valuable of all and BA students have one of the highest rates of post-graduation employment. There are limited openings for people with highly specialised degrees but BA graduates are not limited by narrow specialisation. The employability of Arts graduates is a reflection of the skills they acquire during their study and this needs to be more widely acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertreich.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robert Reich&lt;/a&gt;, a distinguished American economist, was asked to identify the skills that would serve people well in the first decade of the twenty-first century. He suggested that people who could think in abstract terms, who had well developed conceptual abilities, who could think critically, who could analyse problems and create solutions, who had general research skills and who could communicate effectively would almost certainly be the most employable. He might have been describing the skills fostered during a BA. When employers consider a BA graduate for a job they know that the person has a range of skills and has applied them successfully. Employers today are looking for flexibility in their staff, they expect to retrain them for the particular task they want them to do, and that is why are looking for people who are intellectually flexible, have analytical minds and good communication skills. A student with a BA has shown they can think for themselves, can acquire and process information, can communicate their thoughts effectively and exercise initiative. That is exactly what employers are looking for and no career is closed to BA graduates. As &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/schoolstv/australians/acourt.htm"&gt;Janet Holmes a Court&lt;/a&gt; told the &lt;a href="http://www.blackwellpublishing.com/journal.asp?ref=0732-8516"&gt;Financial Review&lt;/a&gt;, for her company, "Arts graduates make the best employees".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on to the fact that the BA is in fact a great ‘employment degree’ (if you may call it that) it also is a lot more fun than those other boring degrees like a BCOM and a BPHARM (Bachelor of Pharmacy, shame their lives must suck counting pills for a living). There are a range of BA subjects that cater to your every interest and they are most of the time not tedious like economics or human kinetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you hear that BA stands for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BUGGA ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, or as my aunt may call it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BATHA ACADEMIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, tell those idiots to do the research themselves before they start passing judgements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-5343661687682117118?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5343661687682117118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=5343661687682117118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/5343661687682117118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/5343661687682117118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/ba-beats-bcoms-ass-anyday.html' title='BA beats BCOM&apos;s ass anyday. (Opinion Piece)'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-7148328234929410123</id><published>2008-10-15T03:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:32:23.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RU A ZOMBIE ? 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Most heterosexual people or ‘normal’ people, as they would classify themselves, do not fully understand the concept of being gay. Being gay is often thought as being a sexual deviance or a psychiatric illness. That was the case, until recently, but now as people delve into the idea of being homosexual and start to understand what it means to be homosexual or have an attraction to the opposite sex people start to accept it more easily. But most people do not take the time to research and understand the concept of being gay and first foremost judge the idea of being gay on the &lt;a href="http://www.allacademic.com/meta/p_mla_apa_research_citation/1/0/4/6/5/p104656_index.html"&gt;social constructs&lt;/a&gt; that society has built up around the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that that people should think before they speak or judge. Being gay is not something people can choose, it is just a desire or drive one has and can’t help. Personally I think that society, the stigma attached to being gay and the stereotypes which society naturally assumes come with being gay are actually detrimental to a non-straight person. This leads to the suppression of the gayness which more often than not has psychological side effects which include aggression and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most gay people trying to be straight puts a great weight on their shoulders, they live with the constant pressure of trying to conform to what is accepted to be ‘normal’. This constant conscious effort of trying to conform and the tiring weight on your shoulders can cause one to become passive aggressive and suffer from intense &lt;a href="http://www.urbaninsanity.com/urban_insanity/2007/04/gays_and_depres.html"&gt;depression&lt;/a&gt; which could ultimately lead to one’s death by means of suicide, because a person of same sex orientation can never be truly happy unless they can respect themselves and are comfortable with their sexuality. I feel that the social constructs of what it means to be gay and the stereotypes need to be drastically altered so that people can lead a normal life. The only way of doing so is for people to begin to understand what it means to be gay and how a gay person actually feels, and what their unequal treatment and judgement actually is doing to a gay person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obviously easier said than done, conservative families and the old social constructs which have been built up since the beginning of time, make it very difficult for society to readily accept being homosexual as being normal. However, society is slowly but surely evolving and changing, as it does with most controversial topics, to now start understanding and consequently accepting what it means to be gay. I feel that people should hold their judgement and just think first, think about the person and their feelings because if someone is constantly told they are not normal they will start to think they are not normal and something is wrong with them and ultimately start despising themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a gay person as an equal is what ultimately needs to be done, because acceptance and equality are two completely different things. Most people may accept someone being gay but will rarely ever treat them as an &lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/items/1137293-being-gay-and-recieving-acceptance"&gt;equal&lt;/a&gt;. This is what I think the problem with society is. They need to look to the future and start seeing gays as the same, because as time goes on the lines between heterosexuality and homosexuality are becoming more and more blurred. And with this blurring one can only hope for the equal treatment, acceptance and understanding of what it means to be gay. The narrow-mindedness of society really angers me and I just cannot see why they cannot take time, in this day and age, to be more open-minded and start accepting gays and treating them equally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-8348363803519490650?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8348363803519490650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=8348363803519490650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8348363803519490650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8348363803519490650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/social-constructs-of-society.html' title='The Social Constructs of Society (Opinion Piece)'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114215972723819544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUM0XuK0jI/AAAAAAAAABs/85NPRsN4Jho/S220/DSC00629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-657151579556310060</id><published>2008-10-15T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:19:52.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>Poverty in University</title><content type='html'>Universities are seen to be the place where the rich come to extend their studies so that they can get that degree and achieve that dream job so that they can earn more money. But this is slowly changing due to the &lt;a href="http://www.southafrica.info/business/trends/empowerment/bee.htm"&gt;Black Economic Empowerment&lt;/a&gt; programme implemented in South Africa shortly after the &lt;a href="http://www.anc.org.za/"&gt;ANC&lt;/a&gt; took control in 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this BEE structure many Universities have to endure to a strict status-quo when accepting perspective students. This status-quo states that there must be as many black students as there are white students regardless of intellect and the capacity to cope at University level.&lt;br /&gt;The consequence of this status-quo is that many students are getting accepted to University on the basis of skin colour and not academia intellect. This makes it hard for them to cope with the pressures of assignments and tests. These students who are accepted by race sometimes do not have the finances to support such an educational endeavour and so they look to financial aid and other student loans of that type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the fact still remains that some poverty-ridden students are given the chance to excel at a tertiary level even though they would have never if it weren’t for the BEE system. Therefore the BEE system can be a blessing in disguise sometimes but ultimately the BEE system is like the reverse of Apartheid. Instead of beating the black people up, the government are giving them pity money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is the poverty of the previously disadvantaged ever going to be overcome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The question raises quite a few debates but the decision to let the previously disadvantaged students into University on the basis of race and not intellect is not on. There are people out there who work their butts of to get University but they will lose their place because of something that happened years ago between the blacks and the whites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://blogactionday.org/js/e731e864e4d7983faec83c71005393e8821f4dda"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-657151579556310060?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/657151579556310060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=657151579556310060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/657151579556310060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/657151579556310060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/poverty-in-university.html' title='Poverty in University'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-4342177377855551171</id><published>2008-10-13T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T04:28:37.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FNB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student lons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial aid'/><title type='text'>Knowledge is Power...and also expensive</title><content type='html'>Picture this, you’ve just started matric and your guidance counsellors are going on and on about how important it is to extend your studies to a tertiary level. They constantly nag you to take the University application forms that are constantly coming in. And they constantly nag you to go to the talks of all the different Universities in SA such as &lt;a href="http://web.up.ac.za/"&gt;TUKS&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.uj.ac.za/"&gt;UJ&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://web.wits.ac.za/"&gt;WITS&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.uct.ac.za/"&gt;UCT&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ukzn.ac.za/"&gt;UKZN&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ru.ac.za/"&gt;RHODES&lt;/a&gt; and the list goes on. You have faith that you will do well and get those marks that will make those admin people of the Universities accept you. You even go out and buy the branded underwear of your perspective University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all well and good but University is not like high school, as has been stressed a number of occasions. The work load is harder, the lecturers are not your mothers and the fees are quadruple the amount you pay at high school. If you’re sitting pretty and you parents can afford the fees then ‘YAY!, GOOD FOR YOU’ but to the peeps who don’t want to ride on their parents financial back because they feel bad, or maybe their parents just can’t afford it then never fear because there are always alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a number of South African banks who cater to students in financial need. &lt;a href="http://www.standardbank.co.za/SBIC/Frontdoor_02_01/0,2354,10394906_10395612_0,00.html"&gt;Standard bank&lt;/a&gt; has the coolest student loan agreements which cater to the students’ every need that they might have in University. Such as the Tuition fee, the accommodation fee, the sundry fees for those late night drinking binges and miscellaneous fees for those textbooks and fancy-over-the-top- clutch pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other cool Banks to check out are&lt;a href="https://www.fnb.co.za/personal/findsolutions/students/student_loans.html?gclid=CPGf5KqJppYCFQyR1QodFS5R6w"&gt; FNB&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.absa.co.za/absacoza/content.jsp?VGN_C_ID=5b73830f83d52010VgnVCM1000003511060aRCRD&amp;amp;VGN_CI_ID=f27b08b0b8262010VgnVCM1000003511060aRCRD"&gt;ABSA&lt;/a&gt; whose loan agreements are designed especially for the student and their odd behaviours and endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;Although Student Loans sound cool and the easy way to go, they are a mission to pay back. I know a person who took a student loan when they were studying and they are still paying them off ….and their 30! So student loans should be your last resort. Many Universities offer &lt;a href="http://www.monash.ac.za/prospective/scholarships/"&gt;Scholarships&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.monash.ac.za/prospective/scholarships/bursaries.html"&gt;Bursaries&lt;/a&gt; but that entails you to have some big brains up there. I’m not saying that you’re stupid but some of us are not so mentally inclined. But for those who are, Uni’s offer cool student bursaries based on you matric results and the more points you earn the more money is taken off your student account. Trust me its cool. I know I got like R17 400 of my student account jut because I did well in matric. So if I can do it then there’s damn well nothing stopping you from doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if those marks ain’t so good and you still aspire to wear those branded underwear out and about campus then Uni’s offer &lt;a href="http://www.finaid.org/"&gt;financial aid&lt;/a&gt; for those needy students. All you gotta do is full out a form and the rest is covered it’s as easy as that. Though don’t get me wrong they work exactly like a student loan but the marls you achieve in University depict how much you gotta pay in the end. So if you get a 60% aggregate then that’s 40% taken off the loan (which is probably just the interest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are many alternatives to fund your tertiary education so don’t let the price bring you down. All you have to do is hit the books and believe. I know its sounds gay but trust me being optimistic is way better than being a pessimistic when in financial strain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-4342177377855551171?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4342177377855551171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=4342177377855551171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4342177377855551171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4342177377855551171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/knowledge-is-powerand-also-expensive.html' title='Knowledge is Power...and also expensive'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-774232079508817092</id><published>2008-10-12T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:05:20.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My American Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A really cool thing about being in University is that you get to meet a whole bunch of new people and make a shit load of new friends. Now, the cool thing about first year is, it is when you start to develop the grounding for these great friendships. However, being in university doesn't only restrict you to making friends in first year, you'll make them throughout your university career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I got the opportunity to meet some amazing people and make some awesome friends. And even recently I've made some new friends. The beginning of second semester was a time to say goodbye to some friends and a time to say hello to others, and that’s exactly what I did. I had the great honour of meeting tw&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPJy1P58ssI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QqfQv7cyAl0/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o American exchange students who are here just for the semester and they have become like my sisters. I love them so much and really appreciate them. I am going to have an emotional crisis when they leave at the end of the semester. Now these two special people are Lauren Salois and Vanessa Arguello. Lauren is like my wise older sister who always has my best interests at heart, Ness (Vanessa) on the other hand, is my antagonistic little sister who I fight with a lot but always manage to resolve things quickly and whom I love dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm trying to make is that being in University, especially first year, is where you will make some of the best friends you'll ever have and those who you will treasure dearly and will remain in your life forever. Just come to University being yourself and you are bound to make many, many friends! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256390307833197410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPJzIqs0M2I/AAAAAAAAADE/9JWCEc2DN2M/s400/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Lauren Salois, Vanessa Arguello, Dean Shuttleworth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-774232079508817092?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/774232079508817092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=774232079508817092' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/774232079508817092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/774232079508817092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-american-friends.html' title='My American Friends'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114215972723819544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUM0XuK0jI/AAAAAAAAABs/85NPRsN4Jho/S220/DSC00629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPJzIqs0M2I/AAAAAAAAADE/9JWCEc2DN2M/s72-c/DSC00648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-4900001329336096112</id><published>2008-10-12T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:18:44.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Womanizer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Womanizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256341010817887666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPJGTNAeLbI/AAAAAAAAACM/XSsTWIlogw8/s400/5830%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPJJ842XdzI/AAAAAAAAACs/gnrdZEcK7I4/s1600-h/Britney-Video_1007078f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256345025496184626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPJJ842XdzI/AAAAAAAAACs/gnrdZEcK7I4/s200/Britney-Video_1007078f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a w&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPJIvY4A-YI/AAAAAAAAACk/K0fk_JB4cC8/s1600-h/Womanizer%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256343694063237506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPJIvY4A-YI/AAAAAAAAACk/K0fk_JB4cC8/s200/Womanizer%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eekend of immense and debaucherous partying I am finally in my room resting. I need to recover a lot of my lost sleep from a hectic week of Drama 1 practical exams and going out and getting lambasted three times in one week.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPJM7YTF9II/AAAAAAAAAC0/Khfkivha-s0/s1600-h/5796%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256348298113315970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPJM7YTF9II/AAAAAAAAAC0/Khfkivha-s0/s200/5796%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However I stayed true to my "womanizer" label and, yes you guessed it, got with many people. Speaking of womanizer, &lt;a href="http://www.britneyspears.com/"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/a&gt;' new music video for her song Womanizer was released on Friday! Oh my god! The &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-23EToh43M"&gt;music video&lt;/a&gt; is intense, she is so HOT again! WOW! She is completely nude in a sauna. However, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-23EToh43M"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;, the bastards, have labelled the video as 'inappropriate' which is a bummer. I also went to a hall ball, or formal, last night; it was good fun except the food was, for lack of a better word, minimal. Anyway my weekend was amazingly awesome, and in true first year style I had a blast and can't wait for Wednesday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-4900001329336096112?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4900001329336096112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=4900001329336096112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4900001329336096112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4900001329336096112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/womanizer.html' title='Womanizer'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114215972723819544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUM0XuK0jI/AAAAAAAAABs/85NPRsN4Jho/S220/DSC00629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SPJGTNAeLbI/AAAAAAAAACM/XSsTWIlogw8/s72-c/5830%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-8834787148457317681</id><published>2008-10-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T05:28:06.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SOsEpTfaR3I/AAAAAAAAABo/bPREgVTFcCE/s1600-h/carpe-diem-by-nanoo-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254298497910982514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SOsEpTfaR3I/AAAAAAAAABo/bPREgVTFcCE/s320/carpe-diem-by-nanoo-g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you guys have heard that phrase many times before and it can get a bit pretentious at times but seriously it does work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When in first year you are literally thrown into the deep end. University is not like high school. The lecturers are not going to be you Facebook friends, your tutors are not going to be the comforting shoulder on which you cry on and the Warden of your Residence is not going to tuck you in at night and sing you a lullaby to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;University as you've heard entails a lot of pressures and so the only way to deal is to go along with it. There's no use in wasting time and saying that you can't do it. Cause that's 1) ridiculous because you did after all make it into University in the first place and 2) Its just a waste of time to cry over spilt Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore take that infamous Latin expression to heart when you're faced with a Sociology test, an English Essay, a Politics Essay , a Journalism comic strip to act out and a Sociology Essay to complete in approximately 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the expression goes "Eat, Drink and be merry ,for tomorrow we die".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingernails and coconuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Oh ya to those of you who don't know what Carpe Diem is, I suggest that you write Dummy on your forehead and run around like a zombie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously Carpe Diem means 'Seize the day'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what are doing reading this post go grab that day by the ears. &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/5825008289083871576-8834787148457317681?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8834787148457317681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=8834787148457317681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8834787148457317681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8834787148457317681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SOsEpTfaR3I/AAAAAAAAABo/bPREgVTFcCE/s72-c/carpe-diem-by-nanoo-g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-6268156308928729265</id><published>2008-10-02T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:17:11.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SOVIK1M1y9I/AAAAAAAAABc/Rf5PGZeYLK8/s1600-h/la+as+the+hobo+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252683891314379730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SOVIK1M1y9I/AAAAAAAAABc/Rf5PGZeYLK8/s400/la+as+the+hobo+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “Everybody looks the same when the lights are out” she chuckled as she pointed to the picture of her boyfriend Darmesh. Lauren Bailey describes trying to have a long distance relationship as being one of the toughest challenges she has had to overcome while at Rhodes University. When asked why she decided to leave behind the comfort of her home for Grahamstown she explained that she’s not a small town person but it was the intimacy of a small town that drew her to Rhodes University. &lt;div&gt;Despite coming from East London Lauren describes Grahamstown as being a “hole.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in residence is the highlight of living away from home according to Lauren as you are able to spend your afternoons watching CSI with your friends before whipping out the “crackling” for predrinks just as you walk down the road to Stevies. The Buntu Steven Biko building is her favourite party spot and it guarantees you a good time while trying to make every second count before the clock strikes twelve. Another highlight of Stevies for Lauren has to be the dance routine performed on the stage by the drunken Jan Smuts boys every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious as to why she distastefully crinkled her nose when she said “drunken” Jan Smuts boys, I asked Lauren if she did not approve of indulging in alcoholic beverages until you where lying on the floor flopping around like a wet fish. It turns out that she does not drink unless there is a special occasion in other words she is like one of those people that call themselves vegetarians but go to Spur for the R20,00 burger special every Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air filling the space in her saggy jeans where her bum used to be is one of the things that are most noticeable when looking at Lauren, unlike most first years’ she was able to avoid what is commonly known as first year spread. Amazed by how she was able to do this while eating dining hall food for the past seven months I begged her to let me in on her secret. “Don’t ever eat the braised club steak as its most likely to be made from donkey or stray dog.” The fact that you will probably be more successful stabbing yourself with the blunt butter knife than you would be trying to cut the mystery meat is even more of reason to just eat buttered toast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Lauren warns prospective first years that getting sucked into the party scene is something that you avoid as all it usually entails is getting high, sleeping and getting high again. (Now, now Lauren you say this like it’s a bad thing. A few wafts of nail polish remover every now and again never hurt anybody.) Before rushing of to her Legal Theory Lecture “Never put a sock in a toaster” were her words of wisdom shouted out at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-6268156308928729265?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6268156308928729265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=6268156308928729265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/6268156308928729265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/6268156308928729265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-la-la-loser.html' title='La la la Loser'/><author><name>Thirusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344949070104708298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SoFAVaDi9XI/AAAAAAAAACE/mDNzwv9Iukw/S220/SP_A0834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SOVIK1M1y9I/AAAAAAAAABc/Rf5PGZeYLK8/s72-c/la+as+the+hobo+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-129034090123352115</id><published>2008-10-02T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:55:23.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Esteban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superhero'/><title type='text'>An Award-Winning Profile on Thomas Steven Esteban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it a bird? Is it a plane? NO! It’s Tom! When considering a person who has made a success or failure of their first year at University, one should look beyond the obvious and, of course, dig deep. Upon meeting &lt;a href="http://rhodentbootcamp101.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thomas Esteban&lt;/a&gt;, you are graced by a tentative and unfriendly presence. However, after “digging deeper” you come to know a friendly and loving person who actually does care about himself and others even though those who observe him from a distance would like to disagree. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUK2a2q4lI/AAAAAAAAABk/BHEFnLbO39o/s1600-h/S5005005.edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252616470435390034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUK2a2q4lI/AAAAAAAAABk/BHEFnLbO39o/s400/S5005005.edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hazel eyes glistening with the ghost of his past he stares into the distance as if in deep thought, he has had an unusual upbringing which he says has moulded him into the achiever he is today. “I am a prime example of someone who can party a lot and still do very well,” he says as his facial expressions show that he is stating something very obvious. Tom is most definitely a key example of those “few” exceptional students who can get smashed every night and mess around, whilst still managing to pass most of his assignments and exams with first class passes. To some students who battle to pass, even with immense discipline and studying, Tom may seem like a super hero! “Call me “Supertom”,” he jokes whilst his explosive and sporadic laugh keeps one very alert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is definitely an example of a “rags-to-riches story”, from a mediocre performance at school, “I would do what was needed to pass and that’s all,” he says shamefully as his expression becomes blank, Tom has risen to resemble what could be an extremely talented journalist in the near future. “I will be successful and my name will be up there in lights,” he says confidently his pudgy chest puffing whilst the whites of his knuckles show as he clenches his fists. Tom isn’t your ordinary first year, his styled, straightened and highlighted hair and his dark-almost-Brazilian features gives one the impression that after enduring a lot in his younger years, which would usually discourage one, he still has the drive to care for himself and his self appearance. This drive which is so evident is the driving force behind his immense achievement academically at Rhodes University. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a Quicksilver jacket, black billabong shorts and white Lacoste shoes, from the “brand-name” attire screaming at you, one can gather the presence of money, and of course to live the party life style that Tom leads you do most certainly have to have money, a lot of it. His voice has an almost soothing quality to it, when he’s not shouting, that is, that gives one a sense of trust and confidence in him. Maybe it’s the confidence which he can draw from people which makes him the “First Year Supertom”. His attendance to lectures is “minimal” as he puts it which just goes to show how superhero-like he really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one to have the pleasure of knowing Thomas, well, is almost an honour. His arrogance, selfishness and rudeness aside he is an extremely interesting person. His “rags-to-riches” story and his academic success makes for a very interesting topic on the diversity of students at a single university and how some can just get away with being so blasé and nonchalant towards their schoolwork and still pass well. “I’m not a hero, I’m just someone who aspires, and hopefully inspires too,” he says holding his model-like hands to his manly chin and looking up. He lives his life to his reworked version of Britney Spears’ “Piece of Me” which goes something like this: “I’m Mr. Tom-is-cool-lets-have-his-babies; You want a piece of me?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-129034090123352115?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/129034090123352115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=129034090123352115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/129034090123352115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/129034090123352115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/award-winning-profile-on-thomas-steven.html' title='An Award-Winning Profile on Thomas Steven Esteban'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114215972723819544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUM0XuK0jI/AAAAAAAAABs/85NPRsN4Jho/S220/DSC00629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUK2a2q4lI/AAAAAAAAABk/BHEFnLbO39o/s72-c/S5005005.edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-3929439729794787293</id><published>2008-10-02T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:14:51.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicola Moubray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break-downs'/><title type='text'>Ninja First-year: The profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A hero is seen as someone who commits an act of remarkable bravery or who has shown an admirable quality such as great courage or strength of character. One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t really put a first-year student next to the word hero but &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/profile.php?id=644815261&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Nicola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moubray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is an exception. With her mind-boggling intelligence and crazy smoothie recipes that contain no dairy, wheat and gluten she is nothing short from awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course you’re probably thinking well what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shiitake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mushrooms makes Nicola any different from the dancing, singing crap of the world. Well it’s the fact that she’s 1) allergic to diary, wheat and gluten. She’s 2) not a fan of noise especially when it’s bed-time and the fact that she’s diagnosed with being a "sensitive sleeper". She 3) finds it hard to adjust and because the only reason why she came to University is because her plans to take a gap year and travel to India, China and Nepal flew out the window and Rhodes was her last resort as it was too late at the time to apply to any other University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you hear those scary stories about first-years who break down half way through the year and just leave varsity without a trace. Because they believe that because they have cracked then they are not worthy and so they should find something better to do with their time. Well Nicola is not one of those sad individuals even though she did crack. This is her tale of becoming a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June earlier this year it was exam time at dear Rhodes University and the students were huddled up in their rooms during SWOT week (the week that students are given to memorise their notes) trying to touch base with all their different subject material before the dreaded exams began. Most students were trying to cover all their subjects but Nicola on the other hand was studying Classics like it’s nobody’s business. Instead of reading at least a page or so of German, Politics, Philosophy or Law (yes, you counted correctly that’s five subjects, Nicola is far from being a dummy) she dedicated her entire SWOT week to Classics. The day of the Classics exam then swiftly came into motion and Nicola was ready to face it even though she had only two hours of sleep the night before because her roommate decided to straighten her hair at midnight and that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hadn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t eaten a nutritional meal in ages because the Jan Smuts Dining Hall still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hadn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t sorted out her wheat, diary and gluten free meals, even though its was halfway through the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there sat Nicola; sleep deprived, hungry and annoyed with the fact that her best friend sides with her boyfriend (who has two kids from a previous relationship) then with her. Previously Head Girl at her old High School, The British International College, Nicola would have never dreamt of walking out of an exam since as she says "academics is my life" and so it came to her shock when she, after the hour was up of her 3 hour exam, left the room and in a fury decided to trek up to the Monument (this momentous building on top of an even more momentous hill that normal people don’t go to unless they have some sort of transportation). In a state of agony and confusion and also hunger and sleep-deprivation Nicola even contemplated about taking a walk to P.E (which is an hour and a half drive from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grahamstown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). But she did the wise thing instead and called her mum. She gave her a simple option of coming back home to Johannesburg or that she comes down herself. The latter was chosen and Nicola was swept off by her mother to a cottage found on the edge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grahamstown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; secluded and peaceful just how she likes it. Concerned friends such as Jane van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Doorene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Calvin Solomon thought that she would not return and take the option of leaving Rhodes and enrolling at the University of Pretoria as it was closer to home and she could eat proper meals every day instead of surviving on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;raisins&lt;/span&gt; in her res room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming backing to the present day. If one had to take a look at Nicola today one would never say that she was on the verge of leaving university and that she had a mental breakdown. Even though her breakdown occurred during exams Nicola still went on and wrote German, Law and Philosophy all in which she attained a first except for the latter subject. She is currently getting her meals from a chef in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Grahamstown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and not stressing from hunger. The noise levels are still a playing factor in her life but she’s working on it by reading Terry Pratchett till one in the morning. All in all Nicola is reformed and ready to conquer her next battles and the trauma of her break down is thrown out with yesterday’s trash. She is also ready to make me another strawberry smoothie…which of course contains no traces of wheat, diary and gluten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SOTJ4jxEOtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qBE9e8cqDFk/s1600-h/s662435684_845315_1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SOmsRMigU7I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZGL_mO6mfLE/s1600-h/Picture0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253919851728098226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SOmsRMigU7I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZGL_mO6mfLE/s320/Picture0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nicola eating a milk tart. Now you're probably thinking well doesn't milk tart contain diary ? Well the answer is yes. Nicola takes her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lactase&lt;/span&gt; tablets once in a while to indulge in the heavenly diary luxuries that we enjoy daily.&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/5825008289083871576-3929439729794787293?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3929439729794787293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=3929439729794787293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3929439729794787293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3929439729794787293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/hero-is-seen-as-someone-who-commits-act.html' title='Ninja First-year: The profile'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SOmsRMigU7I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZGL_mO6mfLE/s72-c/Picture0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-362966992427172204</id><published>2008-10-01T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:14:44.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dig's Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can easily say that my first two encounters with &lt;a href="http://www.gerbilthefunkyrhodent.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah Couch&lt;/a&gt; are nothing to be proud of. My first encounter with her was in the Psychology Department. While I was handing in an assignment I noticed I had not stapled it together. So looking around I saw a girl who I now know was Sarah. Being very tied and very grumpy I asked her if could use her stapler before snatching it away from her and then to add insult to injury I tossed it back to her and left without a thank you, how rude. The second time I met her was during a paintball game. Unfortunately Sarah had the unfortunately luck of being on the other team and the receiving end of a large amount of paintballs courtesy of me.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However this time is a lot different. We arrive at the Red Café and we order a pair of Peanut-butter milkshakes, being a little conservative when it comes to my milkshake flavours I find it a little surprising but tasty. However before we even get going on the interview she decides she wants to move outside. She says she “likes sitting in the sun next to the trees”. I agree but sunlight had never been my friend and I try (to no avail) to find a seat that has a little shade. But the interview soon shows me that Sarah is one of those people that have truly survived first year and if I was in her place I would have most likely have gone postal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Straight out of Benoni, Sarah would not have come to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Rhodes&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; if she had not been able to go into a digs with a friend as “res life was not an option at all”. Sarah describes the house has being like a “flat out of Sandton” and her two digs mates, her friend Jonathon* and Garth. Her new life at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rhodes&lt;/st1:place&gt; was getting exciting and for a time it was good. Sarah got on really well with both her digs mates but there “was always tension between Jonathon and Garth”. Finally in second term Garth left the digs after his request for a lowering of rent was rejected by Jonathon who owns the digs. However Sarah would be the next to leave.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However still things were good between Sarah and Jonathon but over time the situation started getting worse and worse. First he would always eat her food which irritated Sarah and ended up getting expense. Jonathon soon started using her car without her permission and did not even bother to refill it with petrol. On some case she had “to walk back home in the dark” after her car had been borrowed. After the internet cap was used up he made her buy a new one and started switching of the geezer to save money. Sarah also started to notice that the atmosphere in the digs was getting less and less friendly. Jonathon soon stopped talking to her and in one case asked “one of his friends to stay in the house while he was out”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During her vacation Sarah received an angry phone call from Jonathon asking why she had locked her door before she left as he had wanted his friends to use her room while she was gone. Finally when she returned for 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; term she found herself locked out her digs. So she made her choice and bit the bullet, after staying in a friends digs for a couple of nights she moved into res. Which she found to be not as bad as she thought it would be. Sarah was indeed thinking of leaving &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Rhodes&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; but has now decided on staying at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rhodes&lt;/st1:place&gt; and “is definitely staying in res”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And with that the interview is over. I can already feel the Peanut Butter making its revenge in my stomach. However even worse I feel far more apprehension about moving into digs next year and res is looking far more alluring. And even worse than that my own sob story of being too shy to leave my room and instead play loads of Half-Life and DOTA on my PC is far less inspiring than Sarah’s digs disaster. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;* Not his real names (to avoid him from being booed in public)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-362966992427172204?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/362966992427172204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=362966992427172204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/362966992427172204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/362966992427172204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/digs-disaster.html' title='A Dig&apos;s Disaster'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240708996855333753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNjBjUpWnFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWTO-QoWcdc/S220/avatar528_1.gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-8519034349108882376</id><published>2008-09-30T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:12:53.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>To go, or not to go</title><content type='html'>The list of pro’s and con’s of attending a university is endless therefore only three pro’s and three con’s will be discussed. The question of whether college is useful or a waste purely depends on the mind of the individual. Though after weighing the ups and downs of college there will be a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a common ideology that obtaining a piece of paper that took you four years to read for will ultimately get you a top notch job that will keep you from going bankrupt and even earn you enough money to buy furniture from the &lt;em&gt;Mr Price Home&lt;/em&gt; catalogue. This is conventionally seen as a pro. They say knowledge is power and university is most definitely full of knowledge so if one wants to know the reasons behind necrophilia, university is the place for you. Last but not least there are many foreigners that attend well known universities therefore if you can’t afford to travel just come to university and meet the people from your favourite holiday destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downsides of university that it’s not cheap and it could cost you an arm and a leg just to get through first year. Therefore knowledge can be power but it doesn’t come for free. Another bothering truth is the fact that after spending twelve years of your life in school you have to spend another four or five years studying even harder. Finally you will be asked to write a 250 word "paragraph" with an introduction, body text and a conclusion only to find out that you will&lt;br /&gt;receive an ‘S-’ (tht's a fail in English 1 language) no matter how hard you try to fulfil these requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the idea of university seems great and that the joys of finding a well-paying job will be achieved there’s still a burning question as to ‘Is it really worth it?’. Judging from previous experience university can be a bother at times but all in all tertiary education advantages you in the long run. Therefore University may seem as a waste at the start but only later will you realise how important it actually is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-8519034349108882376?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8519034349108882376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=8519034349108882376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8519034349108882376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/8519034349108882376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='To go, or not to go'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-1113618974951830359</id><published>2008-09-29T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:16:46.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Printer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><title type='text'>A useful tip:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now as I was laboriously dragging myself down to the printing labs, I shared a thought with myself. This thought was a thought about one of the absolute banes of my life at university. I thought to myself, that I should give you prospective students some clear warning in advance about this specific thought. I thought that it would save you a lot of time and effort and probably prevent you from being late on the odd occasion. I thought that it would save you from; waiting in lines for an open computer, waiting for printing credit to come through and from waiting for your stuff to print. Now this thought of mine was to advise you, all you prospective students, that having a PC/ laptop and a printer is essential! It will help you so much in the long run, take it from me, not having a printer SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s me for now,&lt;br /&gt;Dean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-1113618974951830359?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1113618974951830359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=1113618974951830359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1113618974951830359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1113618974951830359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/useful-tip.html' title='A useful tip:'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114215972723819544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUM0XuK0jI/AAAAAAAAABs/85NPRsN4Jho/S220/DSC00629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-4260529326682223954</id><published>2008-09-29T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:08:28.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunblock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunburn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunscreen'/><title type='text'>Wear Sunscreen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so my title has the same name as that profound song, "Wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunscreen&lt;/span&gt;", if can even call it a song, it's just a weird man talking about wedding anniversaries and doing the funky chicken. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; beside the point, the point I am trying to make is... wear sunscreen. Summer is upon us and you may all think you need the sun, so you and some mates go and have an awesome time in the sun around the pool. The thought is in the back of your mind... "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;should have&lt;/span&gt; worn sunscreen," but do you listen? No, of course you don't since when has any student listened to their better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;judgement?&lt;/span&gt; What you do is you have a wonderful day in the sun and continue on with your day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt;... now this is where is gets good... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt;, several hours later you can barely move and you have your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; plastering your body with lotion and after sun. So guys and girls, it is &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;not worth it, rather wear a low factor sunscreen and enjoy your time in the sun whilst catching a hot tan and not being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scorched&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; my bit of advice for the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheers Folks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-4260529326682223954?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4260529326682223954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=4260529326682223954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4260529326682223954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4260529326682223954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/wear-sunscreen.html' title='Wear Sunscreen'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114215972723819544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUM0XuK0jI/AAAAAAAAABs/85NPRsN4Jho/S220/DSC00629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-1084419419462532712</id><published>2008-09-28T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:35:49.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chainsaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UCT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>Create an Identity</title><content type='html'>You know that age old saying that it's best to just be yourself and then the friends will start flowing. Well it's not true. Well not true to an extent. Here at University in order to be known and stick out from the rest you've gotta be a ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very easy to just fade away into the background at University because there are just so many people. Well here at Rhodes University there's 6000 students but places like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UCT&lt;/span&gt; and WITS cater for over 20 000 students. Now that's a hell of a lot if you compare it to dear old High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore my advice to you is that you create an identity for yourself that you love and if you love that identity then people will be drawn, like a magnet to metal. But don't get me wrong I'm not saying that you have to be fake and walk around being all sad because you feel that you're not being honest to yourself. I'm saying that you have to compromise here and there in order to make new friends and then after wards when you know that person better you become more you. No don't tell me that's being fake because it really is completely normal. I'm sure everyone does it. Or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though if you're one of those people that don't want any attention and just want to fade away from the spotlight. Then be my guest and lurk in the background. Being involved in the livelihood of University may just get you some great credentials to put on that CV of yours. So take my advice and get involved in all that University has to offer because first year only happens once (Well normally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself but not so much. No one likes it when you come up to them and say "Hi, my&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SOHJUDZiP2I/AAAAAAAAABI/Y038Fc_t33U/s1600-h/2003_the_texas_chainsaw_massacre_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251699986837684066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SOHJUDZiP2I/AAAAAAAAABI/Y038Fc_t33U/s320/2003_the_texas_chainsaw_massacre_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chainsaw is oiled up and your limbs look quite tasty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take it easy and don't come on too strong on people when you're making friends in that time we call O-week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love and Tequila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-1084419419462532712?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1084419419462532712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=1084419419462532712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1084419419462532712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1084419419462532712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/create-identity.html' title='Create an Identity'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SOHJUDZiP2I/AAAAAAAAABI/Y038Fc_t33U/s72-c/2003_the_texas_chainsaw_massacre_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-3248743721484760246</id><published>2008-09-28T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:16:02.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja forecaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free-time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zim dollar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>Boredom is just another way of saying you're relaxed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SN-Rl8j6J9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mwq5E4o8eds/s1600-h/Boredom+amde+this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251075771635214290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SN-Rl8j6J9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mwq5E4o8eds/s320/Boredom+amde+this.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously don't understand those folks who say they are bored. Repeat after me. There is no such thing as boredom, There is no such thing as boredom ,There is no such thing as boredom, There is no such thing as boredom, There is no such thing as boredom. Well now that you're bored of repeating. Let me explain my theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a first year entails a lot of work. You have to work on your looking-ahead-in-the-distance-pose for those random pics that are taken of you in the only nightclub in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grahamstown&lt;/span&gt;, Friar Tuck's (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EQ&lt;/span&gt; doesn't count count as I am always broke to pay the admission fee and the music is really too 'G' for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; in me, so no offense to you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EQ&lt;/span&gt;-goers). You have to perfect that cool I-don't-care attitude that will hopefully win you some more friends on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. You have to constantly run to the Library because you forgot your student card in the photo-copying machine again. You have to do all those tuts otherwise you will threatened with a DP warning that will ultimately ruin your chances of being a second-year. You have to always check on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RUconnected&lt;/span&gt; to see what the Journalism and Media &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Studies&lt;/span&gt; Department is up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;otherwise&lt;/span&gt; that saying "DP removed" will be become a recurring nightmare and overtake those dreams (in terms of scary-factor) of your great uncle Raj doing the full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Monty&lt;/span&gt; at Christmas time. You have to always walk somewhere be it to lectures, meals, tuts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Stevies&lt;/span&gt; (The new name for Union), Friars, Pick 'n' Pay or Walker House (Ironic name, don't you think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the point I am trying to get at is that being a first year means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of WORK. So when one day you are miraculously blessed with some free time. Do not say you are bored because that's just insulting. Instead enjoy every moment of it and don't let any of that free time go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things that you can get up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;O ya, and Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This list is no joke. I bet you a million billion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;zim&lt;/span&gt; dollars that you will do exactly what's on that list because I am a ninja forecaster of events.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy the Free-Time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LESH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-3248743721484760246?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3248743721484760246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=3248743721484760246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3248743721484760246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3248743721484760246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/boredom-is-just-another-way-of-saying.html' title='Boredom is just another way of saying you&apos;re relaxed.'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SN-Rl8j6J9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mwq5E4o8eds/s72-c/Boredom+amde+this.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-4043828641873094564</id><published>2008-09-26T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:03:23.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Year Varsity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picking subjects and Universities'/><title type='text'>The letter to a younger version of me! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello Naïve one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to warn you and inform you of some the stresses, dangers and good experiences you can expect when coming to your first year at Rhodes. Remember the day when you applied for Rhodes? You were so hell bent on coming that no one could persuade you otherwise. Well your perceptions are going to c&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SNzq9x4CdII/AAAAAAAAABI/5wOYxWzhvgs/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250329612688454786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SNzq9x4CdII/AAAAAAAAABI/5wOYxWzhvgs/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hange. Please make sure you have sufficiently considered your decision and have researched enough information about other Universities and courses so that you will be making a wise and informed decision to come and study Journalism at Rhodes. You potentially could be wasting a lot of precious time and your parent’s money. However a wasted first year is not a complete waste because the valuable life lessons you have learned and the good friends you have made will stay with you forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be interested to know that you definitely will break out of your shell in your first year at Rhodes. No more Mr. Shy-Guy who can’t pull the moves, oh no, you become Mr. Man-Whore-Player who most certainly can pull the moves. Just be careful about the amount of alcohol you consume, sometimes it changes you to such an extent that you forget who you truly are and become a burden to yourself (when you’ve sobered up the next day) and to your friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will become more open to the use of weed. You will have some good times and some terrible times under the influence of “t&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SNzq9o0UYCI/AAAAAAAAABA/XvbYc1AaTpE/s1600-h/100_3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250329610256932898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SNzq9o0UYCI/AAAAAAAAABA/XvbYc1AaTpE/s320/100_3487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he green stuff”. However, DO NOT OVER-DO IT! Over-doing the weed and alcohol lowers your immune system and you will become a sickly child if you do not care for yourself properly and eat correctly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately my friend you will have a great year, even though bouts of depression are going to hit you and you will hit a few nasty bumps along the way. Nevertheless, you will overcome them and come out from those experiences a stronger person who has gained valuable life lessons which you can take with you the rest of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for your best interests,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean Shuttleworth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-4043828641873094564?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4043828641873094564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=4043828641873094564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4043828641873094564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4043828641873094564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-to-younger-version-of-me.html' title='The letter to a younger version of me! :)'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114215972723819544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUM0XuK0jI/AAAAAAAAABs/85NPRsN4Jho/S220/DSC00629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SNzq9x4CdII/AAAAAAAAABI/5wOYxWzhvgs/s72-c/DSC00621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-759833527372790501</id><published>2008-09-26T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:11:31.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man-whore'/><title type='text'>Get to know your spiritual advisers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzeMvNKdmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mSEuI_tFsw8/s1600-h/den4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315576018630242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzeMvNKdmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mSEuI_tFsw8/s320/den4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day Lesh and I decided to steal a spar trolley but were ambushed by the old hag, Mrs Spargs, who reprimanded us and took away our dream. Atleast we got we got a pic of it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzd4NwJEzI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z6FuDhbch50/s1600-h/den+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315223441150770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzd4NwJEzI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z6FuDhbch50/s320/den+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friar Tuck time. Chris's thumb is double-jointed. Well I hope so, other wise thats just an arb thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzdutQ91PI/AAAAAAAAABA/BFNmZg8YfTg/s1600-h/den+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315060101633266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzdutQ91PI/AAAAAAAAABA/BFNmZg8YfTg/s320/den+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lesh and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzdm3t0ucI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NJZFudrqDjo/s1600-h/den3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250314925468072386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzdm3t0ucI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NJZFudrqDjo/s320/den3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesh always seems to look drunk. I think its her only talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzbmscTWDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpyA3ole8_I/s1600-h/den+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250312723418535986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzbmscTWDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpyA3ole8_I/s320/den+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean's fabulous pantene ad pose. Lesh (on the left) just looks confused and I (on thhe right) am a ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzbbH2c0oI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k8EGfutKssA/s1600-h/den.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250312524617536130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzbbH2c0oI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k8EGfutKssA/s320/den.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how intoxicated that man-whore, Dean, was the time this pic was taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-759833527372790501?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/759833527372790501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=759833527372790501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/759833527372790501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/759833527372790501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-to-know-your-spiritual-advisers.html' title='Get to know your spiritual advisers.'/><author><name>Thirusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344949070104708298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SoFAVaDi9XI/AAAAAAAAACE/mDNzwv9Iukw/S220/SP_A0834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SNzeMvNKdmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mSEuI_tFsw8/s72-c/den4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-3565708263828599247</id><published>2008-09-26T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:47:18.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pick&apos;n pay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhodes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kimberly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.D.H.D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medication'/><title type='text'>After Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; THIRUSHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look here! You have forgotten to take your medication again haven’t you? I can just tell when you’re A.D.H.D. is acting up again, your eyes wonder, you constantly fidget with that button that is about to fall of you shirt and not to forget your concentration span that is shorter than a goldfish’s memory. Nonetheless we shall leave this discussion for when we are with Dr Pillay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen and try to retain these pearls of wisdom I am about to bestow upon you. The main reason you are coming to Rhodes is to gain independence and break free from the shackles of your parents so you will want to go out partying and get extremely intoxicated night after night. This is all good and well during O-week but sooner or later all those tequila shots are going to take a toll on your body. Don’t get me wrong no one loves eating half a loaf of dry bread while lying face down on the room floor trying to prevent themselves from regurgitating that cheesy macaroni you ate for supper, more than I do. However you need to keep in mind that you came to university to get a degree and there is more to student life than hoping aboard the ‘cane train’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prioritise, prioritise, prioritise. Write lists of what you need to do in order to manage your time and then write a list of your lists so you are extra organised. Okay maybe I’m being melodramatic but managing your time is what is going to determine your success. After you have written a ‘to do’ list you should make a list of things not to do comprising of these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It might seem like a good idea to impress your friends with your ninja drinking skills but do not mix white spirits with dark spirits because you will be spending the rest of your evening demonstrating your ninja vomiting skills to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Avoid Crackling a.k.a. Autumn Harvest like you would avoid the plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never ever leave your drink unattended or accept a drink from that beautiful boy from Kimberly seven as you can always cure a hangover no matter how bad it seems but date rape is not something you want to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put down those Salticrax and cream cheese! When searching Pick’n’ Pay for food to fill your shelves try to buy food that is cheap and will fill you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to those introductory lectures during O-week so you do not end up doing a course in Ichthyology before you realise that you hate fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. . . . Well, I cannot tell you everything now, can I? This is where my list stops, the rest is left for you to discover.&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you young grasshopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’ great one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:  If you ever meet a boy named Kyle that tries to play Casanova with you, tell him to crawl back into that hole he emerged from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-3565708263828599247?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3565708263828599247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=3565708263828599247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3565708263828599247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3565708263828599247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-thoughts.html' title='After Thoughts'/><author><name>Thirusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344949070104708298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SoFAVaDi9XI/AAAAAAAAACE/mDNzwv9Iukw/S220/SP_A0834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-1233098653808183079</id><published>2008-09-26T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:52:19.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tequila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='southerns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eskimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='societies'/><title type='text'>My Schizophrenic Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Lesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You side tracked wanderer. Its time to leave the nest and travel abroad and experience the harsh sentimentalities that life so humbly offers us. By abroad of course I mean another province and not another country as I know you are too much of a wuss to take that leap. But a leap you are taking nonetheless. Gone are those days where we used to drink a bottle of tequila then wash it down with half a bottle of Southerns later resulting in us hugging the toilet for the rest of the night while our dear friend is shoving her finger down our throat because she once heard that if you make a drunkard puke then they’ll be as good as new. Yeah I still don’t know why she did it, maybe it was love or just out of annoyance with our drunken antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s really not the point; I know you are as gullible as the Eskimo who buys snow from a sales person so take this advice with a cup of Milo. When you attend the sports and societies sign-up evenings do not be talked into anything just because that chap is hot or your friend is also considering some lame society that will only greet you with open arms then toss you out like the smelly banana skin that you are. The societies are evil as they take your money and really don’t offer you more than a crappy T-shirt that is bound to fade and tatter after the first three washes. Also do not join the photography society just because it looked cool and that maybe it would inspire you to purchase a camera. Since of course 1) You will never get over your cheapness and buy a camera and 2) You don’t like the dark so those dark room courses will be quite, what would you say, interesting. Also do not give in to the emails that you will receive from H.S.S (Hindu Student Association) they are the most boring people you will ever come across. Trust me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just randomly joining every society that offers alcohol, try to join only two that you think that would complete that hole in your life. So I guess it’ll be the infamous RAFSOC, which is known for its drinking antics, and ELECTROSOC, which has the most awesome parties ever......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose wisely and don’t mix Cane with Crackling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Heart your wise-spiritual-self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-1233098653808183079?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1233098653808183079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=1233098653808183079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1233098653808183079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/1233098653808183079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-lesh-you-side-tracked-wanderer.html' title='My Schizophrenic Trip'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-7856943272295863816</id><published>2008-09-26T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:35:46.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greek theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frsh meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vodka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>In coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hello my pretties &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hope you appreciate the fact that I am sacrificing my drama lecture on Greek theatre for you lot and because I really don’t fancy being beaten up by the rest of the team who keep harassing me to do an introductory post. So here it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Behold the blog that you have all been waiting for…..drum roll please……FRESH MEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No wait come back…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is not a blog about meat preservation or how to get rid of your dead pet lama that’s been laying under your bed for the past three days. This blog is so much more.  It’s the reason you are going to make it through the first year of university without any crutches or carpet burn. This blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; shall be your friend, you will be able to confide in us, tell us your stories and we shall share our magical tales with you as well. Like that one time I drank  a liter of milk before doing  10 liquid cocaine shots and wound up in bed next to some chap named Jose’ who was wearing a pink leotard. The moral of the story kids is after the 6th shot of blue vodka everyone is good looking so do not listen to your friends when they say that the mole on that guy’s chin is not that noticeable even though it is clearly evident that it’s big enough to have its own capital city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Already you have learnt something new from my first post and there is plenty more in store so stay tuned because I do know where you live and I will hunt you down and force feed you canned spaghetti if you abandon us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Usta la vista baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Skippy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-7856943272295863816?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7856943272295863816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=7856943272295863816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/7856943272295863816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/7856943272295863816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-coming.html' title='In coming'/><author><name>Thirusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344949070104708298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M50xAKLV88I/SoFAVaDi9XI/AAAAAAAAACE/mDNzwv9Iukw/S220/SP_A0834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-9057362136267875732</id><published>2008-09-26T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:07:22.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter that Leapt Through Time: A Fateful Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello my friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just here to give you a little insight into what courses to choose when you start university. Choosing what courses to do is always hard and difficult for two reasons. The first is that choosing ones courses can greatly affect ones future and secondly there are so many exciting courses to choose from. I went for the courses which concerned subjects that I am interested in and ones that I was curious to see what they were like. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However my advice is to go to all the lectures during O-Week. They introduce you to some of the lecturers and give you a great understanding of the subject. I picked most of my course after attending the lectures during O-Week. Also once you have picked a subject don’t be afraid of using the two week trail window period for changing courses. Rather change a course early on than be enslaved into something you hate for half or even a full year. I have seen it happen first hand and there is nothing worse than having to do something that is challenging and boring at the same time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also remember that in the second semester or even second year you might have to pick more or different courses. So to avoid going through the long process again I will give you a little more advice. During your time at university try going to some of your friends lectures. You will be able to get a first hand experience at what the other courses are like. Then you can accurately choose what subjects you want to take. It is also a great way to meet new people and make new friends, which is always hard when first starting at university. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wishing you good luck your friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-9057362136267875732?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9057362136267875732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=9057362136267875732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/9057362136267875732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/9057362136267875732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-that-leapt-through-time-fateful.html' title='The Letter that Leapt Through Time: A Fateful Choice'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240708996855333753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNjBjUpWnFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWTO-QoWcdc/S220/avatar528_1.gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-4896448096242675576</id><published>2008-09-26T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T06:50:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNyzhadUSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/B4f8xioClJ0/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNyzhadUSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/B4f8xioClJ0/s320/DSC00409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250268652226497074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here we are the infamous Gang of Four. From left to right we have Lesh, Chris, Skippy and Dean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-4896448096242675576?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4896448096242675576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=4896448096242675576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4896448096242675576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4896448096242675576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-here-we-are-a-team.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240708996855333753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNjBjUpWnFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWTO-QoWcdc/S220/avatar528_1.gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNyzhadUSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/B4f8xioClJ0/s72-c/DSC00409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-3313646270223115243</id><published>2008-09-25T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:40:58.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced Labour?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I must admit I have tried to avoid this as much possible. In the past, a few people I know have started blogs on various topics from their daily lives to politics and have tried vainly to convince me to do the same. But I have always been the type of guy that listens instead of talks so blogs to me were either very irritating or boring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However here I am and doing the thing that I have avoided and its all thanks to the Journalism and Media Studies Department. As part of my course I must (willingly or unwillingly) create a blog which will be marked. Well as you can imagine I feel like a 12 year old working in a sweatshop in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (at least they get paid a little) or a political dissident working in a Soviet Gulag.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But things are not all gloom and doom. I have three friends on my side working this little project of ours and we have all promised to make it a ball for ourselves, our lecturers and the future readers of our blog. So I am Chris and this our blog, hope you enjoy it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love and Peace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-3313646270223115243?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3313646270223115243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=3313646270223115243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3313646270223115243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3313646270223115243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/forced-labour.html' title='Forced Labour?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240708996855333753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBu8DLVW4g/SNjBjUpWnFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWTO-QoWcdc/S220/avatar528_1.gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-4878681995980096708</id><published>2008-09-23T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:08:44.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><title type='text'>Well this is the first time I am doing this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make a blog they say&lt;br /&gt;So we do so while being gay&lt;br /&gt;You'll be marked on how it turns out&lt;br /&gt;But believe us it better be good or we'll shout&lt;br /&gt;So off we venture Lesh, Skippy, Chris and I&lt;br /&gt;To try make the best blog that ever did live&lt;br /&gt;We most definitely were aiming for the sky&lt;br /&gt;So here is RU Fresh meat which to you we give =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250330860893798674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SNzsGbzYgRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/juYrFgtdvaI/s200/DSC00658%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;Sorry was feeling very poetic after my English lecture on poetry this morning! So apparently if you mention Britney Spears' name in anything you are guaranteed many many hits! :) So I'm trying this tactic &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;; Britney Spears, Britney Spears, Britney Spears, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SNzsc2qxbUI/AAAAAAAAABY/kV_xKPVWDgE/s1600-h/DSC00659%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250331246062562626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SNzsc2qxbUI/AAAAAAAAABY/kV_xKPVWDgE/s320/DSC00659%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Britney Spears, Britney Spears, Britney Spears, Britney Spears, Britney Spears, Britney Spears, Britney Spears, Britney Spears, Britney Spears, Britney Spears, Britney Spears, Britney Spears.... OKAY... Maybe I over did it a bit! LOL!!! Even tho I do LOVE her and thinks shes fucking HOT!!!! :~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am know as the sexually frustrated man whore nowadays who can't control himself when he is drunk. I have diagnosed myself with Alcohol Induced Split-Personality! Its where I get really drunk and blank out and become someone I'm not! I.e. A MAN WHORE! who gets with everyone and then gets the flu because he has all their germs!!!! ARG! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was just my little introductory post, to introduce you to our cool awesome little blog which is gonna be the best ever!!!!! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! And by the way I am by far the coolest blogger in the group! Just thought I'd Let you know! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out my fans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-4878681995980096708?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4878681995980096708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=4878681995980096708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4878681995980096708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/4878681995980096708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-this-is-first-time-i-am-doing-this.html' title='Well this is the first time I am doing this!'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114215972723819544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SOUM0XuK0jI/AAAAAAAAABs/85NPRsN4Jho/S220/DSC00629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fJdMYs93gQ/SNzsGbzYgRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/juYrFgtdvaI/s72-c/DSC00658%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825008289083871576.post-3266119654866841282</id><published>2008-09-22T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:18:05.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zipper stuck in akward places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesh&apos;s extra post'/><title type='text'>Yay, Yay, YAY, The suckiest post ever</title><content type='html'>Welcome ladies and gents to the one and only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fresh meat&lt;/span&gt;, well actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;speaking&lt;/span&gt; we are one of many "fresh meat-titled-blogs-on-blogger" as we had to name our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;url&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rufreshmeat&lt;/span&gt; since some other bitches were smarter than us and stole the name before us... But enough of that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the blog that will be your guideline to the coolest and hippest shit on all the campus's around SA. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; will be your go-to-guy when your zipper is stuck in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; places and most of all we will lie our asses of and share our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; moments with you just to put a smile on that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our aspirations are very, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; would you say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aspiring&lt;/span&gt; and we would like to aspire to them at the utmost disipline that we posses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from me this is all I have as I have to run to my English tut.&lt;br /&gt;(Forthcoming attraction: Tuts- How to look smart in them when you actually don't have a clue what the fudge is going on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love and Tequila&lt;br /&gt;Lesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825008289083871576-3266119654866841282?l=rufreshmeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3266119654866841282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825008289083871576&amp;postID=3266119654866841282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3266119654866841282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825008289083871576/posts/default/3266119654866841282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rufreshmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay-yay-yay-suckiest-post-ever.html' title='Yay, Yay, YAY, The suckiest post ever'/><author><name>Lesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117306608701983503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW03akNmaYU/SNiNx4SuTDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TSA4K-l4mEo/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
