<?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-36634112</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:35:00.212-07:00</updated><category term='Because i would rather miss you like this than keep missing what i want you to be...'/><title type='text'>Believable yet Surreal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7410721139513710267</id><published>2009-05-26T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:41:01.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. this feels so weird.. you know like how you're so used to doing something and then you stop for whatever reason.. but then you find it hard to go back to how it used to be? yeah,well.. i kinda feel like that now.. tsk. it's so me.. like if i like something,i'll be obsessed with it for like about a week and then i'll get nausea just thinking about it.. like how i used to love eating blueberry pie for a whole month and now i get sick just thinking about it.. and even songs.. haha! like there was this one time when i would only listen to old hindi songs, now they kinda make me feel all weird. i dunno.. maybe i should change.. but like how? i mean,it's not as easy as some people make it out to be. anyway,i've been feeling so crappy these few days. my nose resembles some sort of volcanic eruption site and i feel honestly horrible. ack! and then tmr is the freaking GP exam,. i dun care what it takes,i'm gonna do.. even if it means drinking that stupid Lemsip thingie tonight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7410721139513710267?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7410721139513710267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7410721139513710267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7410721139513710267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7410721139513710267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1025294400033232668</id><published>2009-03-06T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:00:37.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah i know i know.. it's been a long time since i wrote anything in here at all.. but still.. cut me some slack.. the computer at home was recuperating for an absurdly long time and it's still sputtering when it comes to life.. it's not a fair life but someone's got to live it..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so i got my laptop on monday and i'll try to write as often as i can.. shoot, it's like making pledge or something..haha.. "And your honour, i'll make every effort possible to restrain myself against this man." Tsk.. anyway.. i can't think of anything to write now.. it's been far too long and alot of things happen in 'far too long"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1025294400033232668?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1025294400033232668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1025294400033232668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1025294400033232668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1025294400033232668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3758574655987931215</id><published>2008-10-31T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:29:47.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i've missed you so much! i can't believe i'm actually saying this to some inanimate object but hey, i've been studying alot and i guess all my hardwork has paid off.. or in other words.. my transformation to a geek is complete .. oh well, things could be worse i guess.. wait, who am i kidding? i'm in the middle of my freaking Os.. Mmhm... yeah well.. whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the thing that really struck me about this whole year was my attitude towards my studies.. like at the start of the year, i was really hyped up and working really hard and then it just started to spiral downwards.. isn't that weird? like aren't you supposed to work upwards and then at the end be like a hamster on a wheel? i don't know.. i see all these people freaking out around me and i'm so cool ( read: listening to my iPod and moving my head like it's stuck on a skewer) and calm.. The ironic thing is that watching them freak makes me kinda freak but it so does not programme my brain or willpower to actually study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I watched To Kill A Mockingbird yesterday.. it was nice in this weird black and white sorta way.. Wait.. Yupp it's me.. i'm weird.. i wake up early.. i sleep early.. i watch black and white movies and i know what a fish fork is.. Dang! i'm even weirder than i thought.. tsk tsk..but whatever, at least i don't cross the road holding my heart ( this kinda happened.. this kid i saw, he actually looked scared to cross the road.. for the record, it was like about 2m in length and trust me darlin this ain't Roadkill Day )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3758574655987931215?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3758574655987931215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3758574655987931215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3758574655987931215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3758574655987931215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-ive-missed-you-so-much-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7202325049957645276</id><published>2008-10-01T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T04:22:36.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly.. this is disgusting.. China knowing about the Sanlu milk scandal four months before telling the public on one side and on the other, hungry children in the rural parts of the world not having even the basic necessities.. i mean, how selfish have we become to notice only our sufferings, our pain, our emo-ness and forget about the many millions who do not have a proper bed to sleep on? seriously, if you are whining about how your parents don't understand you, nobody loves you or why you're such a social disease.. you should honestly reconsider.. sure, you have problems.. who doesn't? i mean, come on even Paris Hilton has problems (i'll bet she doesn't know what a cosine rule is).. not to mention Abraham Lincoln (whose own wife was incessantly nagging at him all the time)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So face it.. your problem might seem big to you but its not the only problem in the world.. do you really think slashing is going to help you? all it will and can do is ruin your pretty arms and never allow to wear a bikini again.. and considering the weather in Singapore.. you might as well be committing social suicide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.. i think it's pretty stupid of people to drown in their own sorrows when they could actually rebound from them any time they want.. it's not like there's an actual person pushing you down is there? Even if there is, its surely up to us to make the difference and move on.. it's tough.,. but that's the stuff life is made of.. are you sure you want to remember your days as a depressed teenager? what the hell are you going to tell your kids? "So kids, listen hard and good.. Your dad was a freaking depressed kid.. your mom still has scars from her slashing days.. You have a lot to live up to . So get slashing." ??? Are you really going to say that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7202325049957645276?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7202325049957645276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7202325049957645276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7202325049957645276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7202325049957645276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/10/honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-243965788719127114</id><published>2008-09-27T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:32:00.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i know.. i'm not supposed to be here.. but i was bored and tired and well.. i couldn't bear to look at my books a second longer.. so whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know.. it's really funny.. life.. i mean when you're least expecting something, it just pops out of the blue.. and when you really want something, more often than not, it's beyond your reach.. i suppose we should just not expect anymore.. weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i'm gonna go someplace and relax now.. it's hard man.. studying for your Os!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-243965788719127114?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/243965788719127114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=243965788719127114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/243965788719127114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/243965788719127114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3986815711471052284</id><published>2008-08-20T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:14:15.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some surprises are good.. and some are just plain GREAT.. and guess what i'm feeling right now? Wait. don't guess.. i'll tell you..  I'm feeling like nothing could ever go wrong..nothing could ever rain on my parade.. it's love.. i tell you.. this upside-down feeling.. it's LOVE.. i just can't wait to see him again.. i've never seen anyone like him.. it's just so.. weird.. i never thought i'd ever feel this way about anyone.. EVER.. but wow.. he's just so incredible and amazing.. i'm going whatever i can to make this right.. i can't possibly think of a day without him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3986815711471052284?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3986815711471052284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3986815711471052284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3986815711471052284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3986815711471052284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-surprises-are-good.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-423765718181809446</id><published>2008-08-20T04:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:08:40.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear to God.. life has got surprises at every bend.. in every nook and cranny.. just about everywhere. some of them might be good.. some might even be GREAT.. cuz guess what? i just LOVE this surprise.. it was so amazing to look at him.. his hands.. his little heart beating so fast and so loud.. i think i might just be in love with him.. it's just so cool.. i never even thought that i'd ever see him like that.. it's just so.. i can't even begin to explain it.. it's so exciting.. i can't wait to see him again.. shoot.. i'm getting so ahead of myself.. i feel weird.. sheesh.. heh heh.. i really love this guy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-423765718181809446?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/423765718181809446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=423765718181809446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/423765718181809446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/423765718181809446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-swear-to-god.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1283546408302300379</id><published>2008-08-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:05:32.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this life has got more surprises than an average man can handle, but that does that necessarily mean than we shy away from them and refuse to look them in the eye? Charles Darwin did that when his first book on evolution was printed.. in order to make as many people happy as he possibly could with an idea like that, he altered his book so many times that he ended up contradicting himself in more ways than one. Does our innate abilities cause us to shy away from circumstances we feel best suit someone who has got the innate ability to fight? Why do we do that? Why don't we speak up for what we believe in? And why do we always shun people who speak their minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer, though not so obvious lies within us. Most of us conform to society's usual norms that we may not really agree with but still accept since speaking out against that would mean social alienation.. But we forget that these stupid things don't last long.. As hard as it may be to believe, Truth prevails.. Fashion is really just a phase. And although this may be shocking .. primitive fish lungs were not used for the purpose of breathing underwater.. they were used mainly for buoancy.. to help the organism float up and down the water.. In short, things are not always as they seem. They just adapt.. And sometimes adaptation is not an innate ability..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1283546408302300379?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1283546408302300379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1283546408302300379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1283546408302300379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1283546408302300379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-here-we-go.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-824140142682945956</id><published>2008-08-14T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:28:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is truly uncanny how much we ignore. how much we don't notice.. so much so that we even ignorantly fight for our "rights". it is truly astounding how much we could see and hear if we wanted to..  but sometimes.. it's best not to.. sometimes.. it's better to feign ignorance and live our life in bliss.. but then again, those feelings won't go away just because we don't see around us.. or will they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-824140142682945956?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/824140142682945956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=824140142682945956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/824140142682945956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/824140142682945956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-is-truly-uncanny-how-much-we-ignore.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3103778123952389558</id><published>2008-08-02T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:49:47.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick and hungry.. and right now, Heck i'm complaining&lt;br /&gt;is that reason enough for you to go away now.. cuz i sure hope it is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3103778123952389558?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3103778123952389558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3103778123952389558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3103778123952389558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3103778123952389558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sick-and-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3046574696245189613</id><published>2008-08-02T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:32:34.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm really sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the tears were not my fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they fell like a cloud breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no doubt.. not even a warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;falling like no tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they made their presence known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they stayed till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not doing anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just making my heart bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm really sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you had to see them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they had no right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to come in your line of vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they were my disillusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to a perfect ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but like most happy endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mine's a fairy tale too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm really sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i forgot we had nothing to do with each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they had to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;those damn things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and make me vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to your criticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but your comments matter the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but it's okay i've learnt  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to bear the brunt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of my broken relationships...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-8652113060070821289</id><published>2008-07-09T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T05:43:40.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Because i would rather miss you like this than keep missing what i want you to be...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was certainly unusual.. it was in some ways a bad day yet there were some strking things about it..is that what life is like? i wonder... talking to Mrs Aidil turned out to be very informative.. i don't want to sound too prim and proper here, but i would rather spend an hour talking with someone older and who makes more sense than laugh and fool around with people closer to my age.. of course, that doesn't neccesarily rule out casual conversations with my friends of course.. but repeating the same stuff over and over again.. anyway..&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sick of people whining to me all the time.. i know i've said this countless times before.. but i really need to reiterate my point back here.. it's freaking annoying! like when i tell you something is true.. i usually mean it unless i'm laughing, for which you can, if you have an ounce of common sense, assume that i'm being sarcastic.. but most of the time, though, no.. i'm not being sarcastic. when i tell you to bloody flip over the fraction.. i bloody mean it! no offence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's time we stopped being friends.. we just ignore each other all the time anyway.. what's the point of being invisible friends? I don't know.. do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cold summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;swipes against my face&lt;br /&gt;making it as cold as winter&lt;br /&gt;since the day you broke my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-8652113060070821289?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8652113060070821289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=8652113060070821289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8652113060070821289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8652113060070821289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-was-certainly-unusual.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-5934720946710612228</id><published>2008-07-06T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:15:40.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's not good to have expectations.. sometimes when you expect something from a person, you end up being disappointed and all your hopes are just dashed.. but when you don't expect something from someone and that person actually gives you something, be it anything, it gives you sheer joy.. When i do something for someone, it is usually because i truly believe that by doing so, i will make that person happy.. i might get hurt in the process, like i did once before, but all that doesn't really matter if I am able to bring a smile to that person's face. but it saddens me when i do something for that person and that person ends up making a joke out of the whole thing or just appreaciate it. i'm not asking for flowers, but a simple Thank You would more than suffice. But then i suppose, that would be expecting something from someone..&lt;br /&gt;Getting hurt in the process is something i've learnt to live with too.. i try and do something good for that person, but then it just backfires... i'm not pushing the blame to anyone.. it's my fault. i suppose i'm just not able to understand what i'm supposed to do. when people tell me their problems, i find it hard to not do anything.. if i'm able to give advice, i always do.. but then again.. anyway.. and if they need anything, i'll do whatever i can to provide it for them.. but is a Thanks so hard to imagine? Does that exist at all? or am i just making it up, again a fragment of my imagination?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-5934720946710612228?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5934720946710612228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=5934720946710612228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5934720946710612228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5934720946710612228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-not-good-to-have-expectations.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-17077689061372143</id><published>2008-07-05T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T06:02:29.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what exists? what doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;the tears, the rain, the sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to say something but it just doesn't feel right to say it to you although, i want to say it to you.. the things i feel like saying, although they carry alot of my emotions within them, feel suddenly childish and juvenille and stupid. they don't come out the way i do. when i see you, i feel like telling you everything but then i stop short and instead keep them to myself.. what if you didn't understand what i was trying to say? the fact that the world wouldn't understand matter to me as much you not being able to understand it. do you exist? or am i just making you up from my imagination? are you a fragment of a silly wish i made as a girl or are you out there somewhere.. smiling.. understanding.. am i making you up? or are you truly like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-17077689061372143?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/17077689061372143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=17077689061372143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/17077689061372143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/17077689061372143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-exists-what-doesnt-tears-rain-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-4981903766307270549</id><published>2008-07-04T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:32:39.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's just make each other happy instead of moping about whatever that makes you sad... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBE_T-K8nhY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBE_T-K8nhY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-4981903766307270549?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4981903766307270549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=4981903766307270549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4981903766307270549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4981903766307270549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-just-make-each-other-happy-instead.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7039314184629093625</id><published>2008-06-29T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:10:46.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>according to something i just read...recent evidence suggests that laughter is a social cue for mimicry.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hearing a laugh actually stimulates the brain region associated with facial movements. Mimicry plays an important role in social interaction. Cues like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/mysteries/061024_sneeze_eyes.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sneezing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060331_laughter_good.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/mysteries/061019_cry_humans.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and yawning may be ways of creating strong social bonds within a group. which techincally means that anjelica and i are not mental.. heh heh.. okay.. i need to write something better..how about.. lessons have become so boring i wouldn't be surprised if a fly made a house in my mouth (disgusting!) not to sound snobby.. but all that the teachers are going.. i've already finished the chapters during the June Holidays.. the whole reiteration process just makes me wanna skip school.. but since i can't do that, for obvious reasons, hence the yawning and boredom.. Dang.. got caught in the rain.. sneezing.. hang on.. i can't write anymore.. sorry.. i'll write if it clears up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7039314184629093625?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7039314184629093625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7039314184629093625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7039314184629093625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7039314184629093625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/06/according-to-something-i-just-read.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-8829293974251534245</id><published>2008-06-13T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:11:02.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/SFJxfPUE9jI/AAAAAAAAABk/C4bjaDElLik/s1600-h/CA5SEWX5CA63886ACAPH2I7BCA66UTSACA6TEEAPCAF70VUKCAO4M68QCAMY0UX2CAX7TO1XCAGY7XM1CADMLK1BCA2D0HTYCA0KC1MFCA6QWI4PCAHI2BL0CADLDNU2CAFNP6LKCA0D0H62CA28ADR0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211352500321711666" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/SFJxfxKDHMI/AAAAAAAAACE/H0bnOqV4pA8/s320/CAXITPS6CAE72D0ACANSESE6CAY249MOCAH0PIWFCA08EUQTCATV08LRCAH1PL9LCAVT4T5HCAYI2BKJCAU6CNFDCAE28RTJCA60NFIBCA4OP0JOCATWLUR2CA9JX1JPCAHHZD31CAPV3F9JCA41EWA3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year's been wicked and i haven't even really taken part in it.. not unless it involves drawing isomers and polymers and graphs and what-not.. but there just might be a chance to be naughty and nice at the same time.. like eating Ben N Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie Ice Cream while solving quadratic equations in your head.. God! Everyone keeps saying how much i study.. i wonder if they ever saw me eating a whole pint of ice cream all by myself.. if you had half the things i have going on in my head, you wouldn't count the calories either.. it's been a disaster so far.. i can't believe i forgot how to do Mole questions! i have to do all the questions from the TYS again! Damn! one good thing is that my E Math grades are improving, i've written about four compositions so far and completed all my homework.. i suppose the dark circles under my eyes are really quite a small price to pay.. i don't wanna complain cuz i'm doing this all for my own good and those Jimmy Choos i so badly and desperately want.. can anyone spell FETISH? tsk tsk.. there's alot going on at this point of time and i'm not sure if they actually exist or not.. i'm just so confused and i... whatever.. i won't ramble on anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's just step back and look at some of the most artistic pieces man has ever invented...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-8829293974251534245?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8829293974251534245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=8829293974251534245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8829293974251534245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8829293974251534245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-years-been-wicked-and-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/SFJxfPUE9jI/AAAAAAAAABk/C4bjaDElLik/s72-c/CA5SEWX5CA63886ACAPH2I7BCA66UTSACA6TEEAPCAF70VUKCAO4M68QCAMY0UX2CAX7TO1XCAGY7XM1CADMLK1BCA2D0HTYCA0KC1MFCA6QWI4PCAHI2BL0CADLDNU2CAFNP6LKCA0D0H62CA28ADR0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-4285240171676991128</id><published>2008-05-13T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:00:12.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dang people are depressed.. i mean not that i'm not but at least i'm not suicidal or whatever.. and anyway.. it's not my place to say anything but hello RAZORS?? what is happening to the world? seriously..  look,just because a few things don't work out doesn't mean that they're never gonna work out right? it might just not be your day that particular day.. that doesn't mean that you're jinxed or cursed or whatver right? and anyway.. if things really don't work out the way you planned, figure something else out.. all of us are human, you'll definitely think of something.. i'm sure of it.. and you wanna know why? cuz you've made it till here! THAT"S WHY YOU ... DING DONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you really need someone to talk to.. open your mouth and just talk to someone.. it can be anyone.. i would gladly put down my pen and listen to you no matter how late you call.. (if i haven't been that dilligent in answering the phone, i apologise.) just don't bottle it up inside and then explode..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-4285240171676991128?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4285240171676991128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=4285240171676991128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4285240171676991128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4285240171676991128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/05/dang-people-are-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-8022207954796915602</id><published>2008-05-13T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:25:50.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know like how after a storm most people can't believe they actually went through it and then they take it as an experience they'd rather not have at all? Yeah.. well i'm kinda feeling the same except that this was a storm of much smaller scale as compared to what is to come in approximately three months time.. anyway.. whatever.. what's done is done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing i've really been worried about is my enthusiasm to study.. it was at an all-time-high in the first term and i'm kinda worried that it may actually be the only time... i mean yesterday during tuition, i was almost falling asleep and i could barely stay awake this morning.. i bet the giant pandas would be horrified by dark circles.. it's not nice! i gotta go catch up on some sleep today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's you.. i can't be bothered to say anything to you anymore..it's as though you've never really considered my feelings before you made any decisions and then you expect me to tell you about everything.. i give up.. i dunno what to say anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-8022207954796915602?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8022207954796915602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=8022207954796915602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8022207954796915602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8022207954796915602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-like-how-after-storm-most.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-526256923472155638</id><published>2008-04-08T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:45:01.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the influx of emotions that surround me feel as though they've been there for AGES and it just took me that long to realise that they were there. i just can't iamgine what would have happened if you hadn't opened my eyes to the rest of the world. for one thing, i would still be thinking that the world is a happy place to live in that it's just made up of rainbows and smiles.. but i guess not.. you didn't say anything to me but i can sense it.. it's there lingering around us every time we talk.. it's this heavy sort of feeling that you just can't shrug off because it's inside of us.. we can't take a part of us and throw it out... or so i thought.. until you did just the thing.. i'm not sure of anything right now.. this perfect facade of the world that i built so painstakingly is showing signs of relenting into a huge muck of dust and crap.. and i'm not sure i want to stay inside of it anymore.. maybe it's because i was too deluded to see the facts and not i just want to go back to being ignorant of the whole thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't take it anymore.. people asking me for something, everytime.. i try to be the best i can be..but it always falls short of their expectations.. it's starting to get to me.. i'm not perfect.. and i don't want to be anyway.. if you can't freaking accept it, don't.. just don't ask me to accomodate to your thoughts or feelings or sentiments.. cuz... forget it.. ACK! flying fudge.. you wouldn't understand..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-526256923472155638?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/526256923472155638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=526256923472155638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/526256923472155638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/526256923472155638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/04/influx-of-emotions-that-surround-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3134638153771194964</id><published>2008-03-16T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T02:41:22.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suppose standing up for what's right occurs to most people but not many actually believe in it.. do you? saying sorry after witnessing something wrong is completely useless.. though you may regret it afterwards, the fact remains that you did stand by and just watch.. anyway.. i can't really convince you in here cuz all of us have gone through the same moral education. neither of our parents have ever told us to go and murder someone or bully someone.. and if you tell me they did, i really would have to see it to believe it.. but then again as much as your parents may have taught you, it actually depends on how you interpret it and then do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.. anyway.. it feels good to finally write in here after such a long time... i've had so much to do lately.. with tuition homework and school and CCA.. there's hardly a moment to spare..haha.. even with the holidays.. i'm really burned out.. i won't go into elaborate details, cuz all of us are working just hard(i hope!) and well.. i really hope all of us get where we want to be..wherever that may be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about it alot and i really wanna go to a Third World Country to help the orphans there. It may seem like something very small but i really wanna go there and teach them and maybe even help out in building homes. Can you imagine going home to find no one there? No family? i don't care what happens to me, i really wanna go there and help out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3134638153771194964?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3134638153771194964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3134638153771194964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3134638153771194964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3134638153771194964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-suppose-standing-up-for-whats-right.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7732851215791823705</id><published>2008-02-14T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:50:27.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daha... Valentine's day is a very sweet and chocolate-y sorta day.. haha.. got lots of chocolates from people.. haha.. appreaciated the love and most importantly the chocolates.. HEE HEE.. anyway.. i made brownies for them too.. and they actually turned out really nice.. i mean even my mum liked it.. i wonder what's gotten into me these days.. oh and when i cracked the eggs, they actually split into two neat halves instead of the shells going everywhere else but the trash can.. i am so proud of myself.. speaking of proud, my common tests have ended.. well, i've got an english compre test tmr but you can't really study for that, can you? so, whatever.. ENJOY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7732851215791823705?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7732851215791823705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7732851215791823705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7732851215791823705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7732851215791823705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-daha.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-5660634409225802896</id><published>2008-02-03T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:57:20.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh... i am so out of tune with the world.. like i've been living under this huge mountain on A Math and Chem.. sheesh..  i need to get a life.. URGENTLY!!&lt;br /&gt;the movie was pretty nice.. i mean normal chick flick.. but we're all suckers for a happy ending right? Whatever, most of us are.. oh and audrey was laughing alot man.. , i think i should expand Sugar High Social to Editorial now.. daha.. it was super funny.. after, the movie we went to TOYRUS and we were doing that weird plastic thingie.. in which you colour the thing and then you put it in the oven and then it comes out looking like plastic.. whatever. i can't think of the name.. anyway.. so we were all doing and then audrey started laughing and then she had to go PEE.. DAHA!! she kept like holding it.. tsk tsk.. poor thing..haha.. xueting took some pics.. gonna go upload later.. hee hee..&lt;br /&gt;dang.. i am so jealous of Aarthi man! SHE WENT TO EGYPT!! NO FAIR!! i'm telling you there is no justice in this world.. seriously.. but the prezzies she bought for us were really sweet.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh OH!! You guys have to go watch the video  Achmed the Dead Terrorist on Youtube.. it's just.. i hope i dun cause someone to die of laughter after watching it.. Jill and Shawn and Aarthi are so.. ACK.. addicted to it.. haha.. " Silence! I kill you!" HAHAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-5660634409225802896?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5660634409225802896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=5660634409225802896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5660634409225802896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5660634409225802896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/02/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3841572208357034406</id><published>2008-02-02T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:54:26.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just been so tiring.. day after day just studying like crazy and not getting enough time for myself.. it's been really crazy lately.. even right now... i've got like a ton of work waiting for me in my room..there's chem TYS for both Acids, Bases and Salts and Stoichiometry and the Mole concept.. then i have to finish up the exercises for A Math chpt 13.. and then there's.. ACK!! Fudge it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking some time off this hectic life and going for a movie later with some of my Editorial juniors.. Can't promise you that i'll live through this year at all.. it's just so difficult.. it's so confusing and so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3841572208357034406?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3841572208357034406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3841572208357034406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3841572208357034406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3841572208357034406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-just-been-so-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-2623653276241187214</id><published>2008-01-25T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:44:48.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so damn proud of aarthi and shawn.. can you believe it? they're both in the TOP 20.. DANG!! That's what i'm talking about.. that has really motivated me to continue working hard and towards achieving my goal... cuz in life, you can't just sit under apple trees and then invent some new cockamamie theory( since that has already been invented..).. you have to think creatively and then get down to work.. i really hope that during the course of this year, nothing will change this mindset of mine.. i dun wanna end up regretting not doing something, like i've so many times before.. and not just education-wise.. but there isn't much use in regretting.. i can't possibly change the past.. but i sure can change my future.. anyway.. things have been really looking up for me.. my chem test ytd was really well done.. and my phy test was not bad but i didn't really study for that one so.. i might not get the results i was hoping to achieve.. but whatever. Que Sera Sera..baby.. DAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really worried about a few people.. but i shan't go on any further since i've got hindi school in less than an hour.. hee hee.. and i've got to find some songs.. if anyone's got the songs from A Walk to Remember.. SEND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya'll! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-2623653276241187214?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2623653276241187214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=2623653276241187214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2623653276241187214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2623653276241187214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-damn-proud-of-aarthi-and-shawn.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-4503056977632226876</id><published>2008-01-19T16:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:08:08.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aye aye aye!! What is going on with the world? why can't everybody just leave me alone for like 5 secs? actually, on eventual consideration.. never mind.. gosh.. i have been so bloody busy these few days.. so many things to do.. so little time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. i've been thinking (yes, enter your joke here.) and i realised that sometimes you can't have everything you want but then you can't just sit around waiting for it to come around, because sometimes, it never will.. so instead of waiting around for it, why can't you and i make something else happen.  take for example, O Levels.. we all want to get into the best JC or poly.. but instead of whining that it's never going to happen or whatever.. we could possibly study and work for it out.. seriously.. it might seem like the kind of thing that your mum might ask you to do now but seriously, it kinda works.. like during class lessons, i actually understand what the toot i'm doing..i'm not saying that you'll suddenly start getting A1s but .. you'll be working towards that now.. nothing is too hard to achieve.. come on! we've even put a man on the moon.. some jerk i suppose but still.. anyway.. the fact of the matter is that if support is what you're looking for then there's nothing stopping you from asking for it.. from staying back after school with your friends to calling each other up for asking questions or even just venting it all out..  you can have all the support you need. you just need to believe in yourself.. true you might not be the sharpest tool in the shed.. but as long as you can wedge something in.. you're cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Live. Laugh.... Forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-4503056977632226876?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4503056977632226876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=4503056977632226876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4503056977632226876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4503056977632226876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/01/aye-aye-aye-what-is-going-on-with-world.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-9079112259050336651</id><published>2008-01-17T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:08:29.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not supposed to be writing.. haha..in editorial right now..the sec 1s are here too. i can't believe i'm seeing another batch of sec1s.. Ack!!  anyway.. haha.. hui hui the wacko now..i gotta see this for myself..see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-9079112259050336651?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/9079112259050336651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=9079112259050336651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/9079112259050336651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/9079112259050336651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-supposed-to-be-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-2214562645191329246</id><published>2008-01-02T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T03:51:48.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.. i'm not sure what to say right now.. cuz well.. too many things have happened since i last wrote an entry.. but whatever.. i've been really busy these few days.. tuition work sucks..she gave Nikki and I this worksheet from Raffles Girls' Sec and it was so bloody difficult that ... ack! whatever.. i've still got to finish it up. and omg chemistry.. she was like "Finish up the questions in your TB and then do the 80 qns in your TYS and then you can take a break..." ??? Hello??? TAKE A BREAK??? Yeah right.. I finished up like most of the qns in the TB.. i've still got to photocopy the qns from Nikki.. My life sucks..The first day back and i'm already so stressed out.. i wonder how the rest of the year is going to turn out.. i dun think i'm going to write as often as i did last year.. i need to prioritise now.. like.. it's actually going to matter about my grades.. see you as soon as i finish my work.. Buh Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-2214562645191329246?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2214562645191329246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=2214562645191329246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2214562645191329246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2214562645191329246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-8022895933276680782</id><published>2007-12-20T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:18:52.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit yaar.. i'm so not myself anymore.. the old mythili would never even dream of waking up early in the morning just to study A Math especially if it was tuition homework.. i just can't used to the new me.. it takes time getting used to someone whom you thought you once knew.. anyway.. my dad and my sister have got a new fad going on.. Fishing.. yeah, they actually bought the fishing rod and they went fishing yesterday.. and seriously, the fish they brought back were disgusting to look at.. i mean they still had their old nose and everything.. (hee hee) but it was really nauseating.. daha.. i'm up to no good.. but who is anyway? :) blah.. all those "saints".. ha! like they've never done anything bad before.. tsk tsk.. you go murder someone and then you go to the temple or church or mosque or whatever and then you regret it.. ha! like as though, regretting it is gonna bring back the dead guy.. tsk tsk.. and um, hello? God is invisible.. you can't really see God.. you can feel him.. so what the hell are they doing talking about seing God when you do good.. honestly.. they say that seeing a black cat is bad luck.. but then some cultures say it's good luck.. so.. if i were to see a black cat, should i pray to God right there on the road and act like as though i'm cracking up.. ah.. whatever.. it's all this Math.. it' s going to my head.. i should stop now..&lt;br /&gt;Buh Bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week left to torture!!! SEC 4!! ACK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-8022895933276680782?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8022895933276680782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=8022895933276680782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8022895933276680782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8022895933276680782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/12/shit-yaar.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7211204951435139255</id><published>2007-12-16T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:06:55.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. hey.. i've been so busy.. working with little kids is no joke but oh god, i totally love each and every one of them.. they're so innocent and just so full of bouncing energy.. haha.. too bad some people don't like little kids.. like my sister or divya. but i suppose their reasons are validated by the fact that these kids can be a bit stressful and overwhelming. But whatever, you and i were probably the same way too.. Anyway.. my feet hurt.. alot.. laugh all you want but i accidentally wore my sister's shoes yesterday for the whole day to help out at their concert.. imagine wearing size 4 shoes and running around Singapore Poly.. i mean we have identical shoes and since they were new, they were still in their boxes.. and then.. ack.. anyway.. i gotta go now.. have got tuition later with nikki.. Aiyoh.. Damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7211204951435139255?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7211204951435139255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7211204951435139255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7211204951435139255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7211204951435139255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-8015136122731983018</id><published>2007-12-09T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:56:31.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tiorn-mL0To&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tiorn-mL0To&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-8015136122731983018?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8015136122731983018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=8015136122731983018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8015136122731983018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8015136122731983018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-6020972449572275812</id><published>2007-12-09T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:49:49.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay the one way below is this hindi song that i really like.. it's a remake of Blue's One Love.. no point telling it to someone who doesn't hindi but still.. anyway.. then the one on top is from goodness gracious me.. typical indian mentality.. Divya!! Avoid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!! ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-6020972449572275812?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6020972449572275812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=6020972449572275812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/6020972449572275812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/6020972449572275812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-one-way-below-is-this-hindi-song.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-6370580782696324548</id><published>2007-12-09T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:45:10.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KG-pmg_CCeI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KG-pmg_CCeI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3509715945191094057</id><published>2007-12-09T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:35:50.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/R1y_0pMj-kI/AAAAAAAAABc/7uoTpPNK7Ug/s1600-h/Covet+by+SJP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142195785682909762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/R1y_0pMj-kI/AAAAAAAAABc/7uoTpPNK7Ug/s320/Covet+by+SJP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh.. what a weekend! had to take two jabs on friday.. and then the stupis doctor had to go tell my dad to make me take a stupid blood test.. stupid stupid STUPIDO.. do you know how much it bloody hurts??? they fill an entire tube with your blood.. it's nauseating.. and then i had food poisoning after eating bad rice.. how was i supposed to know it was bad??? it just looked like rice.. it's not like it had a big sign on it that said WARNING! DO NOT EAT! sheesh.. what a waste of my time.. i slept the whole day for saturday and sunday.. too tired.. anyway... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's not important!! CHRISTMAS PRESENTS!!! Seriously, if anyone buys me the Covet perfume by SJP, i will totally worship that person.. it's so damn nice.. and my sister wants the Satin Haversack from GAP.. it's pretty cute.. hmm.. still.. there's still some time.. need to do alot of thinking for the rest of the people on my list.. the Godiva and Chocz gift boxes look pretty nice.. (nudge nudge) hee hee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait for the sleigh bells to ring kids! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the spirit of Christmas enter your heart and hearth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never has there been a more wonderful time for celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than that of the silver white winters full of magic!&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/36634112-3509715945191094057?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3509715945191094057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3509715945191094057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3509715945191094057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3509715945191094057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/12/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/R1y_0pMj-kI/AAAAAAAAABc/7uoTpPNK7Ug/s72-c/Covet+by+SJP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-8969539401774110866</id><published>2007-11-29T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:31:45.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. things have been really crazy around here. i mean, there's hardly any time really left for me-time after i cancel out the days that i have to go out with either with my friends or family. oh, i almost forgot.. i have to work for the next two weeks at ProTeach. they needed the help i suppose.. haha.. teaching kids is no joke.. seriously.. after being faced with complicated shit.. doing the easy stuff gets harder every minute. haha. oh and last night, i was channel-surfing(seeing as how i dun have cable, this is seriously boring..) and came across this show in which a grown man was asked about the percentage of water that covers the Earth surface.. and Guess what?? he didn't know the answer!! ACK! And his options were like so bloody.. aCK.. unbelievably, he still walked away with US$100,000. Seriously.. if anyone from my school went on that show, they'd be like millionaires. and how about the people from Raffles? Seriously.. what is the world coming to? Sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i'm this close to blowing up at my sister.. she's so ACK.. like she will want to borrow all my stuff and then when,or if, she returns them, they're like half-mutilated or she breaks them. it's so frustrating.. like she purposely uses my skateboard in front of my dad so that he'll confiscate it since i'm not allowed to use it in the house.. ACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-8969539401774110866?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8969539401774110866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=8969539401774110866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8969539401774110866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8969539401774110866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-532428952821230762</id><published>2007-11-25T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:58:53.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i got the power!" OW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man! i'm telling you .. this is the life. waking up at 9am on a weekday and then just slothing around the house. and the thing is no one really seems to care. all my dad is worried about are his fish.  seriously. i even heard him talking to them ytd. it's kinda weird, you know, when you wake up and the first thing you see is a grown man talking to something that cannot talk back. but i'll tell you one thing, though, it fully woke me up. and then of course, my mum.. The  Sorcerer's Apprentice. No, really... Remember the cartoon/movie in which Mickey Mouse actually commands his, um, brooms and pails or whatever to do stuff. it's kinda the same at my house too.. my mum will be like sweeping the living room and she'll be like muttering to herself all the while.. and people actually ask me why i'm so messed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. so anyway.. i've got this theory that ever since i watched my first ever Addam's Family episode, my parents have totally been influenced by them. for more information please contact your video shop and ask about their increazingly missing Addam's Family DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to your brooms and fish is one thing. Imagine talking to your knee. Granted that my sister's knee was grazed but still... Hello? what is wrong with the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now. the woman at the video shop is threatening to blow up our house..&lt;br /&gt;need to do some damage control&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-532428952821230762?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/532428952821230762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=532428952821230762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/532428952821230762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/532428952821230762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-got-power-ow-man-im-telling-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3624536969377435192</id><published>2007-11-24T16:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:33:59.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh sheesh.. got a skateboard ytd.. still need to practise doing turns cuz whenever i try to do.. i lose my balance and land on my face.. i wanna learn how to do the swishy movement thingie.. but i gotta take things slow.. so anyway.. ytd was Open House.. bloody boring..then after that went to Mac.. Jaslyn retarded man! The possesed person.. then Shermaine go count calories some more.. McFlurry's got a blooming 570 calories! Then Melissa kept on choking cuz she was laughing so hard..  Cornehh getting sugar high! HAHA!! Hear something totally undesired and never-before-said.. when people are tired, they do crazy things! sheesh.. then went with Cornehh to her house cuz was meeting my mum and sis at JP later.. her brother's so cute!! His name's Yu Cheng.. he's damn cute man! too bad my camera wasn't working.. wanted to take a picture of him man! so cute!! he looks totally like Constance! Haha! But Horny Corny refuses to admit that.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! this entry is so not me.. it's full of grammatical errors...&lt;br /&gt;like i said.. tired people do crazy things! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3624536969377435192?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3624536969377435192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3624536969377435192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3624536969377435192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3624536969377435192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-sheesh.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-5983158043982987492</id><published>2007-11-22T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T03:34:15.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloody hell.. top PSLE student gets an aggregate of 294!! what are kids doing these days man? 294! unbelievable!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-5983158043982987492?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5983158043982987492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=5983158043982987492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5983158043982987492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5983158043982987492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/bloody-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-5097986828857793157</id><published>2007-11-20T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:50:05.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gosh.. i'm so hopeless. we stay awake till like 3.45 and i wake up at 8.30.. haha.. bloody hopeless creature man! haha.. had a sleepover at my house last night with Divya and Nikki.. how come those two can sleep while i'm up here typing an being as fresh as a daisy.. tsk. retarded.. haha.. maybe it's my dad. no matter what day it is, he always makes us get up before 8am. even on a sunday. maybe it got drilled a bit too much.haha.. anyway.. i just hope he gets off his bloody Trojan horse and actually sees for himself that there's no one else i'd rather go to a movie with. Seriously.. why does he have to be so bloody suspicious all the time? Ack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-5097986828857793157?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5097986828857793157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=5097986828857793157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5097986828857793157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5097986828857793157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3015853929557402852</id><published>2007-11-16T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:27:43.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well..&lt;br /&gt;Went for the run at Ngee Ann Polytechnic and as expected.. fainted.. no really..i went like 400 metres running like crazy and then when i reached the top of the slope, i couldn't see anything.. like the earth was moving around and my head started to throb like crazy. i don't want to go into details cuz my head still kinda hurts.. not alot but a bit at times when i get up abruptly.. Miss Lappen was so nice about it! She like helped me get to the doctor and then like persuaded me to take small bites of an apple. And then ms chua, mr kris and ms lappen made a stop over at the Mac near my house and bought me some food and then ms lappen and mr kris like dropped me right in front of my door step. i don't think i've felt more appreciative of my teachers than i did last night. I think after they left, i fell asleep almost straight away except to change out of my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so weak? WHy can't i be like the rest of them? Why do i have to be ridden with some bloody illness??  Always after something exhausting, i have to fall sick. it's so bloody unfair..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3015853929557402852?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3015853929557402852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3015853929557402852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3015853929557402852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3015853929557402852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1374939942719880204</id><published>2007-11-15T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:34:28.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RzwEi5EldzI/AAAAAAAAABE/JmaNB1UjZc0/s1600-h/CAXFX1TNCAZD34ONCAP1Q2OVCA7BQ7OPCAW33ESXCAEAA4B5CA6OO26RCATRVQ76CAS9KZ77CAXR30NHCABPNF0QCAB5M0KWCAIQCQZQCA43RDS0CAUSE6A8CA0QHIL6CA6S722DCA9PPSYMCART91JA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132982672777639730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RzwEi5EldzI/AAAAAAAAABE/JmaNB1UjZc0/s320/CAXFX1TNCAZD34ONCAP1Q2OVCA7BQ7OPCAW33ESXCAEAA4B5CA6OO26RCATRVQ76CAS9KZ77CAXR30NHCABPNF0QCAB5M0KWCAIQCQZQCA43RDS0CAUSE6A8CA0QHIL6CA6S722DCA9PPSYMCART91JA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RzwEjJEld0I/AAAAAAAAABM/AwLoYxwm0-U/s1600-h/Saawariya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132982677072607042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RzwEjJEld0I/AAAAAAAAABM/AwLoYxwm0-U/s320/Saawariya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RzwEjJEld1I/AAAAAAAAABU/JYt8meiuAk8/s1600-h/Saawariya-Ranbir+Kapoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132982677072607058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RzwEjJEld1I/AAAAAAAAABU/JYt8meiuAk8/s320/Saawariya-Ranbir+Kapoor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think i've seen a more beautiful movie as Saawariya. I think the main reason i like it is because it doesn't have a very Bollywood ending.. you know the kind in which the hero and heroine always live happily ever after cuz in real life you don't always get your happy endings.. do you? the costumes, sets and characters were very uniquely portrayed with just a bit of influence from Moulin Rouge. The movie's not for people who get things only if it's spoonfed to them. In this movie, you have to think.. Think about life and love and destiny and Fate and whether loving someone means giving everything up for that one person or destroying everything you've ever loved in your way to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that strikes me in this movie is the total lack of colours except for green,black and blue. The mundane colours strike me as a bit overwhelming compared to the colourful songs and intense emotions.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1374939942719880204?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1374939942719880204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1374939942719880204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1374939942719880204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1374939942719880204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-think-ive-seen-more-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RzwEi5EldzI/AAAAAAAAABE/JmaNB1UjZc0/s72-c/CAXFX1TNCAZD34ONCAP1Q2OVCA7BQ7OPCAW33ESXCAEAA4B5CA6OO26RCATRVQ76CAS9KZ77CAXR30NHCABPNF0QCAB5M0KWCAIQCQZQCA43RDS0CAUSE6A8CA0QHIL6CA6S722DCA9PPSYMCART91JA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-8109511041544919214</id><published>2007-11-14T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:31:20.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had editorial today.. well kind of anyway.. had to see ms lappen for the form for the race tmr.. anyway.. haha.. it was super funny.. as always.. Sok Kee NEEDS PROFESSIONAL HELP!! haha.. and i had no idea long socks was so scared of dogs.. haha.. but i sTILL LOVE NORWAY.. the cute little puppy i saw at the pet shop near my school..i went inside and it was all over me.. and the shop owner was like "he can horny" !!! ACK!! haha.. i got kind of freaked out by that.. but i couldn't stop staring at it.. it was totally the most softest white you can imagine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch Sawariya with Divya ytd.. for the first time.. i was late.. haha.. we always miss the first few minutes of any movie we watch.. sigh.. haha.. the ass lah.. don't even know where Eifle Tower is.. haha.. then we scared Nikki by picking her up from her Piano Lesson.. Shoot.. her face was to die for.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just because i go out with another for a movie doesn't mean that i'm in love with him and two timing you.. no need to be so bloody suspicious.. tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;Places to be.. Things to Do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-8109511041544919214?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8109511041544919214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=8109511041544919214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8109511041544919214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8109511041544919214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/had-editorial-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3083168130042919004</id><published>2007-11-13T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:48:26.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling really guilty right now.. i did something i shouldn't have done and have no way of setting things right.. not unless i do something really drastic.. i dunno whether i have any chance of redemption after this but i do hope that whatever good i do in the future will make my conscience a little less heavy on my soul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, aside from all that proclamation,declaration admission thingie.. i can't believe how busy i've gotten and the overloading stress that's begginning to show in the form of acne on my forehead.. whenever i get too stressed.. i either throw up, refuse to talk, snap really easily or fall sick.. so bloody sensitive.. i need to learn to have a healthier system.. like last time i was in India at my uncle's house and i was kinda really young and i couldn't find my mom so.. i was like really worried.. then my aunt made me some Maggie and i ate it while i was really worried about where my mum went without me cuz i hadn't met my aunt and uncle before that so.. anyway.. i ate the Maggie and five minutes later, i threw everything up.. when i watch a horror movie, i fall sick really easily.. like i get a running nose and then a temp of up to 39... especially when i see blood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today.. i went to the wet market with my mum and she was buying chicken and the man was cutting up a chicken.. and it was really disgusiting.. sheesh.. my mum made butter chicken today.. but i am so not going to eat it.. BLEAH... YUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i gotta go.. am seeing a movie with Mahatma Gandhi aka.. Divya.. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) See YA :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3083168130042919004?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3083168130042919004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3083168130042919004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3083168130042919004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3083168130042919004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-feeling-really-guilty-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-8888136087188014128</id><published>2007-11-09T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T03:04:42.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hee Hee.. i dun think i've laughed as much as i've laughed today with the Three McFlurries.. aka Long Socks, Neh Neh and Hui Min.. haha.. damn funny.. we went to Mac today for lunch and Sok Kee sat across from me and Long Socks sat beside her and Hui Min sat beside me.. and then Sok Kee and i couldn't stop laughing at the most random things.. We just couldn't stop laughing.. and then that Sok Kee went and poured ice all over the tray like the patients in the Mental Hospital and after that we really cracked.. we went all ballistic and then after that we left to go for Editorial.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was as fun as ever.. haha.. still a lot of talking cock and making random jokes.. tsk tsk.. haha.. oh and we signed for the universally parallel thingie.. we're going to be racing against professional runners.. honestly, i can't imagine what made me do it.. maybe it was the sugar high.. haha..&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; then we took out the flowers from the Editorial Board Board and.. ah nvm.. i'm not going to write that here.. too bad Sok Kee.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Shannon and i were going home and we met Conshtance and Shawn.. HAHA.. Shannon and i were like "they're discussing about assasinating Bush or something.. but hor.. cannot be just one bullet.. must be at least two cuz his skull so thick then need to penetrate..." Tsk Tsk..i think i really irritated them.. Oops.. HEH HEH..:)&lt;br /&gt;I think i talk too much (bet nikki's gonna be overjoyed to hear that...)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See YA! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-8888136087188014128?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8888136087188014128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=8888136087188014128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8888136087188014128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8888136087188014128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/hee-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3831003498204093825</id><published>2007-11-07T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:15:52.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello People!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i'm not sure what exactly to say cuz well.. nothing that interesting ever happens anyway.. still reading the biography of Gandhi's.. it's become a bit boring now since it's all figures and stuff but the history part is pretty cool.. like hindi is an Indo-Aryan language and Marathi is a Indo-Aryan language.. it's pretty fascinating, the stuff..&lt;br /&gt;anyway. tmr's Diwali or Deepavali as some people know it as.. I suppose Diwali is just another occasion for people, namely my mother, to celebrate with alot of gaudy stuff. haha. but then the festival itself is pretty colourful.. if you go to Serangoon Road or Little India, the lights will just blow you away, hopefully, not literally.. anyway.. Indian festivals are pretty bright and there's always a story behind them.. i think Diwali is to celebrate the return of a king who was sent to an exile for fourteen years together with his wife and his younger brother..&lt;br /&gt;Not to be rude or anything, but i think that they were just ordianary beings  and not some celestial beings.. i mean if a person is good and always does good stuff, it doesn't necessarily mean that he/she is a saint.. But all in all..&lt;br /&gt;Happy Diwali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3831003498204093825?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3831003498204093825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3831003498204093825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3831003498204093825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3831003498204093825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-people-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1687083821942654844</id><published>2007-11-04T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:56:17.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh Gossip Girl rules!! it's so damn bitchy and glamourous and perfect.. the funny thing is the perfectness of the girls shoudl really be pissing me off but all it does is make me drool over the sweetness of the whole thing.. anyway, now i'm really starting to find a new deal and make it happen. i can't afford to lose this one again. not now..not ever.. the random things that i have to make do with are just not worth it anymore because they'll never be more than they are.. Stuff. and you and i both know that Stuff is so way over..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1687083821942654844?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1687083821942654844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1687083821942654844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1687083821942654844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1687083821942654844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/ooh-gossip-girl-rules-its-so-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1427070398889984945</id><published>2007-11-04T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T02:09:34.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if life were a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;i'd be the thorn&lt;br /&gt;if the world resided in me&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'd never been born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my cake was of smiles&lt;br /&gt;i'd walk that many miles&lt;br /&gt;if hunger could be averted&lt;br /&gt;i would rather be avoided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the world were to end one day&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.. what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;if i were to be left to die&lt;br /&gt;the world would just sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..i'm not really up to saying anything..i just feel as though every inch of me has undergone some sort of depressing course or something.. my legs hurt, my hands feel as though they're about to drop off, back aches like shit.. and i've got a running nose.. dang.. i'm really whining.. Pathetic.. anyway..&lt;br /&gt;was reading a biography on Mahatma Gandhi by Louis Fischer. it's pretty okay.. except that i didn't really agree with what Gandhi unwittingly imposed on his family.. renoucing them and taking a vow of celibacy when he only in his thirties. if you really want the nation to be happy.. well, aren't members of your family members of the nation too? i might be naive and ignorant on this since i haven't met the man himself or had his experiences.. but i just didn't think it was right of Gandhi to neglect his family. There is this chapter in the book where it says that Gandhi dabbled in eating meat and smoking although his religion expressively forbade it. i suppose it could called a rebellious spirit as the author does mention but i feel as though Gandhi just wished to see the consequence of his actions.. gain a bit of human reaction and propose his next step. playing with untouchables or pariah was also one of the things he did..&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day though,nobody is perfect and whatever Gandhi did has my fullest admiration and awe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1427070398889984945?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1427070398889984945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1427070398889984945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1427070398889984945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1427070398889984945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-life-were-bed-of-roses-id-be-thorn.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7834323288354014327</id><published>2007-10-31T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T01:02:47.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. hello there my dears. it has been entirely too long since i last wrote in this creatively stipulating literary outlet which we fondly refer to as a blog. It is with great enthusiasm that i inform you that the oppressing means through which my educators sought, with painstaking efforts, my entry into the local mental institution has finally paid off if my entry into the local mental institution is of any indication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It has hardly been two days into the intensive study sessions and i already feel my pores crying out for help under the inhumane stress. take for example, A Math.. i can't make out head or tail of it.. like as if there is one. and then there's chemistry which can rightfully be considered life-threatening. Oh and the rest of the subjects aren't exactly my preferred cup of tea either..(btw, i dun really like tea, i like my coffee, with two cubes and no milk) so, now i sit in all of my gloom and doom and with an egg mask on my face, i regret to inform you that the Mythili we all once knew and loved has vanished under the sheer representation of next year's workload..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so annoying to know that we will need to study that hard next year. i mean i know that it's O levels and all,but honestly i wasn't expecting Titanic.. Poseidon maybe.. but still..seriously, just looking at the way the teachers drone on and on about the revision for next year makes me want to swoon ,Audrey Hepburn-esque of course and in the preferred arms of a decently clad male with half a brain. Apparently, it hasn't occured to the Ministry Of Education that we are barely sixteen and cannot possibly work under so much stress and duress as that of a university undergraduate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. i can't write anymore.. i need to wash off the egg on my face and read some scandolous hot gossip off the Net before you find my name on anyone of them( most likely throwing a tantrum in front of everyone at Gap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7834323288354014327?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7834323288354014327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7834323288354014327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7834323288354014327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7834323288354014327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-6905787878117397516</id><published>2007-10-29T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T05:06:16.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man.. i'm bushed.. we drove to Malaysia saturday morning.. it was pretty okay if you exclude the fact that i had to get up at 4 then find out that the leave-in moisturiser worked undesirable wonders on my hair(meaning , it was a bad hair day) and then listen to my parents go on about how "reckless" motorists are.. oh right.. just because you failed your driving test a grand total of four times.. aye aye aye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, all in all it was a pretty fun vacation! we went to Melaka and stayed at Holiday Inn.. there was this street called Jonker Street and it was really really awesome.. i mean you could get char kway teow, nail polish and a foot massage all at the same place.. it was so cool! oh and there were these um.. vehicles, in which the driver cycled you around the city and it was so pretty cuz they had it adorned with flowers and some even had music blaring from it.. and then there was this mall we went to and got chocolate-covered strawberries.. no wonder they called them a deathly combination.. when i ate just one, i felt like swooning right there and then.. oh there was this Taiwanese take-way stall and we had the seafood tempura.. oh boy! it tasted really nice..you know, after this whole experience, i seem to have grown in more ways than one.. honey, you should see my weighing machine talk! :)&lt;br /&gt;seriousy though, it was a really great trip for me.. i'll write some more tmr.. but i can't think of anything right now.. so.. till tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-6905787878117397516?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6905787878117397516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=6905787878117397516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bloody, splitting,splinching butter-sucking intensive revision programme.&lt;/span&gt; i mean what's the effing point of having a holiday if you don't even get to wake up late(not that it would have been possible for me anyway.. but you get my drift..)? you might as well just call it stay-at-home revision sessions and make us atone for the greatly envisaged crimes that the school committee forethought of before either of us was born.. i think i burst a vessel on that one.. would explain why i'm not making much sense right now.. tsk tsk..i suppose the only high point, inevitably dark clouds do have a silver lining no matter how very thin it might be, is that i'm going to Malaysia tmr. at least there's a consolation prize.. better than nothing i suppose... dang man.. my dad sounds funny.. haha.. he's going on abut um.. effing Acer is and the logistic and inventive cost??  what the heck is it anyway? i need to pay more attention to what my dad says over the phone. refines my english man.. sometimes he even uses words that i dun understand. hmm.. speaking of which, i'm gonna go re-read the dictionary.. sounds weird but seriously,it's really useful.. up till the point where i reach the words confounded and i start theorizing about how the word describes my present state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway,just thought i'd let you know.. i'm totally giving up on analysing male behaviour. it's too unknown a territory. it's particularly infuriating when they somehow come up with a earth-stopping-in-its-orbit theory and then start acting as though you've somehow made yourself invisible just by looking at them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ah.. whatever..i gotta go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;see ya when i get back!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if i do survive a)my mum's nagging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                          b) my dad's persistent scolding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                          c)car-sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         d)Malaysian heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                        e) my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i swear, if any other person without my experience would have totally checked themselves into a mental instituiton... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-4729639815203660225?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4729639815203660225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=4729639815203660225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4729639815203660225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4729639815203660225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-doesnt-even-feel-like-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-2710717368413949955</id><published>2007-10-24T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T02:11:03.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woohoo!!! it's my blog's 100th anniversary!!! HEE HEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ACK!!! i can't believe i had so much to say.. haha.. actually.. come to think of it.. it's not so hard considering the fact that i talk to much anyway.. haha. speaking of talk.. my mum came to see Mrs Chuah today.. i was a bit scared cuz well, who wouldn't be? And also, because i didn't know what she was going to say.. but as it turns out, all my teachers like me.. heh heh.. and the only thing is that my hardwork is not reflected so clearly on my report book.. dang!! but anyway.. good enough for me.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sharon drew this really nice drawing of me!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS SHARON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha.. it's so damn nice..i wish i could scan it and show it to you.. but i can't so anyway.. i really really really like it!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh and i also got something else.. but i mean, writing it on this post might be a bit.. well.. whatever.. you can keep guessing.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ah.. my mum's finally gonna get me my skateboard.. woohoo.. oh and i'm going to Malaysia on the weekend..anyway.. i gotta go..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-2710717368413949955?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2710717368413949955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=2710717368413949955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2710717368413949955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2710717368413949955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/woohoo-its-my-blogs-100th-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-6752739208711849187</id><published>2007-10-23T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:13:35.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shoot man.. nobody's online.. can't think of what to say.. ah.. i'm becoming so lazy these days.. dang! my mum is like so not understanding.. she doesn't understand the concept of letting the young ones enjoy themselves before they submerse themselves in studying for O levels.. what the.. anyway.. i'm gonna go watch some videos i borrowed from the video lib.. so boring..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-6752739208711849187?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6752739208711849187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=6752739208711849187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/6752739208711849187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/6752739208711849187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/shoot-man.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3412661855759825172</id><published>2007-10-23T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:03:04.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daha.. at constance's house now..with fatimah.. see lah lying on the mattress.. too bad i can't lie down.. i'll fall asleep the minute,wait.. the second i do.. anyway.. went to mac after school..fun fun fun.. haha.. gonna practise shooting ice with my straw.. my aim's so bad! bleahs.. hmm.. i need a target.. eek eek.. (evilly rubbing my hands.. ) mwahaha.. dang man.. cornshtance is pervetic!!! eek eek.. daha.. anyway.. i gotta go.. fatimah needs cheering up.. the poor thing! aww.. i'll be nice today.. can't on sugar high... damn! ack! never mind..anyway.. i gotta go now...see ya! oh i got promoted.. HAHA.. can't be evil to fatimah... bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3412661855759825172?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3412661855759825172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3412661855759825172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3412661855759825172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3412661855759825172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/daha.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-915959477401890324</id><published>2007-10-21T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:20:34.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa.. ytd was so ... fun!! haha.. we went for the zee carnival and saw priyanka chopra, maddie and zayed khan.. oh and there were a couple of other Tv actors but i didn't know them since i dun have cable.. anyway, i really think we shoudl get cable to prevent myself from anymore embarrasing situations.. like when Divakar came on stage.. i asked really loudly"why is he looking up?" how was i supposed to know he's blind?? oh that stupid security person.. you wanna know what he did?? we were like the next to go on stage to meet Priyanka Chopra and that ass didn't let us go... ACK!!! Ass lah that flying fudge!! anyway.. we had fun though.. then when we were going home.. as in Divya,Nikki and Sherry Auntie and me.. there were alot of freaky uncles on the train.. it was really freaky.. damn.. i was sitting at the corner and then this um.. drunkard kept on like almost falling on me.. it was scary!!! and the most amazing thing was that even though there were so many other men looking at the scene, not one of them did anything.. at all.. what kind of morality is this? tsk tsk.. ah.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the bloody USB cable which technically prevents me from putting up any pictures up here.. ah.. anyway.. whatever.. i gotta go now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-915959477401890324?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/915959477401890324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=915959477401890324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/915959477401890324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/915959477401890324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7210145724790056497</id><published>2007-10-19T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:34:52.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dang.. five more posts and i can make it a hundred.. nice... hee hee..&lt;br /&gt;went to mac ytd with the mcflurries.. haha.. stupid freak shooting ice at me.. bleahs.. not funny okay.. haha.. okay a bit retarded right now.. sorry.. haha.. damn man.. bhool bhulaiya songs are really nice.. wait.. i'm gonna see if i can put the video up here.. this thing is like so retarded.. i'm just waiting for it to blow up.. tsk tsk..haha.. okay.. i think i put it up.. i'm so media-savvy, they should give me an award or something.. you know.. to recognise my talents.. okay.. i'm cracking up.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7210145724790056497?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7210145724790056497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7210145724790056497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7210145724790056497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7210145724790056497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/dang.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-2346551582228211684</id><published>2007-10-18T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:57:23.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in editorial now.. at least .. almost.. like only half the members are here.. haha.. oh wait.. bryan is here too.. haha.. okay.. i'm getting a bit sugar high now.. heh heh.. haha.. damn man.. editorial is damn funny.. haha..sharon going all pi gu on me.. haha.. translated to asshole.. haha.. love editorial man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd, i couldn't go to school.. guess why? haha.. my mum's alarm didn't ring.. DAHA!! damn funny man ytd.. i think my mum really scared him.. haha.. went to watch Bhool Bhulaiyaa with Divya and Rohit.. the movie was like funny and scary at the same time.. Paresh Rawal was like retarded man! haha.. tmr still have hindi school.. i swear, if the teacher scolds me again.. that day she called me to ask about my CA1 and Ca2 results.. hello? which teacher loses the bloody thing anyway?? tsk tsk.. then when i tried calling her.. her phone was like engaged. wth.. anyway.. i think i gotta go now.. got the stupid Compass thing.. haha..anyway.. buh bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-2346551582228211684?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2346551582228211684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=2346551582228211684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2346551582228211684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2346551582228211684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-editorial-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-869832605953771133</id><published>2007-10-17T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T01:50:22.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. i am in really no mood to say anything.. i failed my a math.. i mean that was kinda expected..but still.. the results i got were like so bloody disappointing.. i mean come on.. i actually studied.. and then.. oh sod it!! but then my eng compo went pretty okay.. if i say so myself.. but whatever.. the rest of my subs did alot to bring my mood down..ah whatever.. gonna focus next year.. i will HAVE to focus anyway.. heh heh.. aw man.. no mood left ... forget it.. gonna go now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-869832605953771133?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/869832605953771133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=869832605953771133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/869832605953771133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/869832605953771133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay_17.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-5097184603226469099</id><published>2007-10-15T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:36:09.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aw man.. i've been really busy over the weekend.. and well, i just haven't gotten the time to write in here for quite some time.. it's kinda funny.. i mean, during the exams i wrote quite a lot and then now.. i'm writing like crap.. anyway.. had lots of fun.. took neoprints with hui yi, constance and sharon.. went to sharon's BBQ.. went to watch laga chunari mein daag with divya.. went to jp with wei jian..went to Fatimah's house ytd.. then watched Mr Woodcock.. um.. i think that's about it.. haha.. i'm in really no mood to write down every detail of it.. i mean, i'll get bored and then you'll get bored.. and this world will become a freaking boring place.. okay.. i'm exaggerating..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. i'm really freaked out about tmr which is when we're gonna get our results back.. shoot.. i dun think i'll be in any mood to blog tmr.. but i mean if i get really horrible marks.. you'll be reading about it really soon.. cuz the censors might just slap a really huge censoring fine over what i might write.. but that's a different story..&lt;br /&gt;OMG.. Laga Chunari Mein Daag is like so bloody touching.. i really cried over it.. it was just so... sad and emotional.. and really tear-worthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. anyway.. i'm going to go borrow some movies from the video shop.. heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-5097184603226469099?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5097184603226469099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=5097184603226469099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5097184603226469099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5097184603226469099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/aw-man.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-8736411095163003200</id><published>2007-10-08T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T06:27:20.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ack.. my computer's going dead on me.. my dad's gonna kill me.. went studying with constance and hui yi today.. spraying water on people should be made illegal man.. seriously.. cornshtance was sweet enough to lend me her clothes.. oh man.. i'm so happy that i can wake up late tmr.. since my lit paper is only at 10.30.. dang!! i'm eekk... really happy.. haha.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weimar republic seriously reminds me of Banana Republic man..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and hitler's bread is called nutzi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAHA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-8736411095163003200?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8736411095163003200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=8736411095163003200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8736411095163003200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8736411095163003200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/ack.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-403068590487785064</id><published>2007-10-06T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:12:21.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. shoot. i changed the blogskin with alot of haste.. i'm gonna have to work on this one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-403068590487785064?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/403068590487785064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=403068590487785064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/403068590487785064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/403068590487785064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7602935472805064292</id><published>2007-10-06T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T16:58:08.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;omg... i am so tired... i know i keep on saying that but seriously.. not just physically but emotionally too.. so many things keep on happening at one go.. and i mean trying to stop the damn thing is like trying to stop a waterfall but i guess like what he says ten thousand men could stop a waterfall if they tried and you can't always do stuff alone...but seriously man.. this waterfall is no good for massaging your back like the one at Kota Tinggi.. this one is the Niagara Fall proportions kinda thing.. it's been going on for as long as anyone can remember.. but whatever.. went to study with Fatimah and Constance yesterday from 9 am all the way to 7pm ytd.. at first we were at the Mac near our school, then we relocated to the Jurong West Library.. oh man.. constance's tee was really really nice man.. it was like nothing i own or at least i won't own till i'm 20-ish.. ah.. then we were studying seriously intensively.. i swear to God, if i don't do well for my exams this time, someone's gonna pay! AND BIG TIME!!! oh oh oh and then we went to have lunch at JP.. and then there was the Live Your Dream thingie going on.. too bad UTT wasn't there..Dang!! then we went to ToyRus to just chill.. then when we were going back to the library.. we saw this.. um .. scene taking place.. it was really freaky.. and then constance kinda got a shock and it was just bedlam.. then we called wei jian cuz we were like so bloody freaked out.. haha.. poor thing man wei jian.. the minute he came to the library,we asked him to tell a guy that his BRIGHT blue underwear was showing.. haha.. not that the thought of telling the guy myself hadn't crossed my mind.. but i just thought that if i told him, the guy might think i was pervert or get seriously embarrassed.. i decided to do a good deed and let him save his face...hee hee.. dang man! i sound really retarded.. maybe it's because of all the stupid geographical things going round and round my head.. why couldn't i have taken history instead.. from what the three of them told me.. aw man... then i kinda almost went home.. but not really cuz my parents were not at home and i had stupidly left my key behind.. i had to go to nikki's where we looking at the hindi school mag.. haha.. some of the names are hilarious man!! oh and then there were some seriously sweet eye candy.. but whatever.. i've got my own knight in shining armour to drool over.. let's just mention this fact to any people who might be legally able to watch any R 21 movies shall we? daha... god! i'm seriously retarded.. and this blog entry is so long...i'll bet you guys are feeling really pissed right now.. haha.. sorry sorry.. we're gonna go study again today.. hah! oh well...whatever.. anyway.. i gotta go now.. i'm seriously starving..after ytd's coffee i didn't eat anything at all.. never mind then...i'll go eat.. TEE HEE.. bye you guys!! study hard.. and dun let anyone who thinks you can't make put you down.. the fact that you've gotten so far is a clear indication of the abillities you've got.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;CIAO FOR NOW!!! (granola bars in the morning are a really really bad choice.. they fuddle with your brain man!! ACK!! SUGAR HIGH!!! WOOHOO!!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7602935472805064292?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7602935472805064292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7602935472805064292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7602935472805064292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7602935472805064292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1342003416178197265</id><published>2007-10-05T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T01:06:27.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh gosh.. i'm really studying hard these few days.. studied with fatimah and constance till like 7pm at the mac near our school then went home and studied some more... then called wei jian and tried to figure out what the other was saying until like 2am... chemistry sucks.. even after i studied really hard for it... i still couldn't figure like so many questions in the bloody exam.. ack! at least when i was going through with fatimah, constance and wei jian... i understood like some parts of it.. gosh.. really tired now.. i'm just finished my lunch cuz i had tuition from 1.30 to 3...  i'm taking a break from studying e math and geography.. shoot man.. i still need to do the assing literature practice paper... but i mean.. it's all worth it if it means i can have a better life in the future.. i'd just rather focus my energy on something that will reciprocate my attention.. i mean if you study hard, then you get results right? anyway.. when i came home from school today, my mum was like all over me trying to figure what was wrong with me.. since i was studying so much.. haha.. like my mum called when i was at mac and then she was like "what are you doing there? it's your exam tmr and you're still hanging out with your friends.. etc etc.." and then i told her i was studying.. her whole demeanor changed.. it was a bit funny but really really really tiring... just now, during tuition, Mr Foo was like what is wrong with you? when i said that angles in a triangle add up to 90 degrees... ahh.. i hope this intensive studying doesn't take a toll on my subjects and instead of helping me, it turns out to be really bad for me.... touchwood... i guess.. i'll write again next week after my exam's over.. last exam is the MCQ for chem and phy which is on friday.. guess.. i'll write then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bye for now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1342003416178197265?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1342003416178197265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1342003416178197265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1342003416178197265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1342003416178197265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3453881656144924174</id><published>2007-10-01T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T03:42:07.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh.. i've got so much to tell you guys.. but i'm afraid if i write it all here, i might fail you because of my incessant happiness.. but seriously,the presents and wishes i got from all my friends and family were something i'm not likely to forget in a VERY LONG TIME..(see what i mean)... i promise to upload my photos.. and to write all about it.. like.. how much the present from Editorial made me cry in front of everyone... or that the glass swans were something i wasn't expecting.. At all...but i might exaggerate too much..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i'll talk to you guys later! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3453881656144924174?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3453881656144924174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3453881656144924174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3453881656144924174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3453881656144924174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-254375566220238668</id><published>2007-10-01T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:59:05.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you all so much!!For this really really really really nice birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. first to my parents.. then to ADI.. RAHUL.. FATIMAH.. CONSTANCE... DIVYA.. HUI YI.. HARSHA.. SISI... MY FAMILY...and to AARTHI AND POOVITHA for not forgetting.. and especially to SHARON AND SOK KEE.. and EDITORIAL!!! you guys ROCK my WORLD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-254375566220238668?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/254375566220238668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=254375566220238668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/254375566220238668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/254375566220238668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-you-all-so-muchfor-this-really.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7719102443337405556</id><published>2007-09-29T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T04:33:56.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.... i'm really touched by what rahul did today.. thanks so much for the present.. i haven't opened it yet.. but seriously.. it was so sweet.. Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think straight today.. went for E Math remedial in the morning.. was a complete bust.. so bloody boring.. and then went to hindi school.. I GOT 77% for HINDI!!! WOOHOO!!! I ROCK!!! but i was like bloody sleepy so i got kinda pissed at a few people.. heh heh.. and then went studying with Hui Yi, Constance and Fatimah at the JP library.. then went to have lunch.. Carrot cake tastes really really nice.. but sushi still wins hands down!! oh then those asses went and left me in Popular for almost an hour while buying my present.. haha..so sweet.. gosh.. today is such  a SWEET day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let this night pass quickly&lt;br /&gt;to an endless melody...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7719102443337405556?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7719102443337405556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7719102443337405556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7719102443337405556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7719102443337405556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-6953715567856593199</id><published>2007-09-28T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:58:49.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 days left to my birthday.. yippee! 3 days left to getting older.. haha.. oh here's one nonsensical thought of the day... Internal Conflict leads to External Conflict...Pimples!! Beware!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHA.. dang..i'm too happy these days.. it's bit weird.. haha.. went on a sugar high ytd after eating ice kacang with hui yi and constance.. irritated them non-stop when we were studying at the library together.. oh get this.. the dialect name for a type of vegetable is bok choy.. HAHA.. what on earth?! HAHA.. dun mind me.. i'm still suffering from the side effects of the sugar rush ytd.. anyway.. three days left to FYE.. scared shitless man...oh and i gave out good luck cookies to everyone who matters to me on Tuesday.. hope you guys liked the famous amos cookies.. i love them man! they're like the nicest cookies EVER made!! i think i'm gonna change my blog name to Famous Amos.. aCK! oh oh and Divya got like 90.5% for hindi.. WHOA!! lucky duck man!!but still it's a good thing cuz now her mum can stop pestering her so much and the stupid hindi teacher won't scold her again.. bloody idiotic.. anyway.. gotta go eat some more sugar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh and here's my last thought:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight or should i walk by again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IF YOU'RE NOT SMILING, YOU'RE NOT LIVING! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-6953715567856593199?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6953715567856593199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=6953715567856593199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/6953715567856593199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/6953715567856593199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-days-left-to-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7647271919135026856</id><published>2007-09-22T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:55:18.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;wow.. today was really fun.. it didn't even feel like an exam, to tell you the truth.. sitting at the back of the class with matthew, vatsal pandey and this guy called imran was like so bloody funny.. dang man! nick wrote like three lines on his compo and then like everytime the teacher would ask nick something the rest of us would start laughing.. damn funny.. oh then during the break.. oh gosh.. it sounds really lewd but honestly.. i aimed this ball of paper on vatsal pandey and rohit and it hit the target every time.. okay.. fine.. most of the time.. oh then vatsal pandey threw it at me and then i was like running away from it and i slipped and fell.. gosh.. that was really embarassing.. cuz i felt flat on my face.. haha.. but anyway.. after the exam went to have lunch with chantik(surprise, surprise) , nikki and divya and then we like had lunch at this indian restraurant right in front of Mustafa.. and then divya,nikki and i went to find rishabh and all... and we had to walk for like 20 mins and ask 40 different people where the heck it was.. but all the same.. it was good exercise after eating so much rice.. haha..oh shoot.. i gotta go now.. have to go finish up my chem notes.. shit i can't believe i left my A Math textbook and Physics file in school.. i'm like so retarded these days.. i wonder where my focus is these days.. anyway... there are 8  more days left to my and constance's birthday!! woohoo!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7647271919135026856?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7647271919135026856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7647271919135026856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7647271919135026856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7647271919135026856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow_22.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-361944116404524583</id><published>2007-09-21T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T02:24:40.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i can't stand people who make decisions behind my back and then expect me to just laughingly oblige them while they make a complete ass out of me.. an ignorant ass... oh of all the things.. can't they leave me alone? i mean seriously.. once i say something.. i usually don't want to change it.. and unless you're holding a gun to my head or there's an adult involved, i pretty much won't change it all.. i'm stubborn that way.. it's annoying when you have everything going well for you and then out of nowhere an ignorant freak comes and changes everything.. ACK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;studying for hindi now.. can't believe i have to go all the way to farrer park primary just to take some bloody exam.. tsk tsk.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-361944116404524583?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/361944116404524583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=361944116404524583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/361944116404524583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/361944116404524583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cant-stand-people-who-make-decisions.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3991785936067154913</id><published>2007-09-20T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:42:07.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;shoot yaar.. Miss Lappen's pissed at us and we're like totally behind Eng lessons.. dammit.. oh and then mr Ching didn't come to sch ytd and today.. HOW ON EARTH ARE WE GONNA PASS??? ACK!!! On an afternote though, if anyone does know.. please do not hesitate to contact me.. i assure you your contribution will be appreciated.. i'm so nervous right now.. it's a bit miffing actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3991785936067154913?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3991785936067154913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3991785936067154913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3991785936067154913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3991785936067154913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/shoot-yaar.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1588444355404793742</id><published>2007-09-19T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T05:22:46.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay people .. 11 days to my birthday and to the Final Term Examinations.. Ack!!! 11 days!! god ! that's seriously freaky.. i haven't even started on my chem notes.. oh shit... gonna be bloody .. oh never mind..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway.. i just wanna say thanks to my dear junior Sok Kee.. thanks for the really nice early birthday prezzie you gave me.. it was really sweet of you.. Thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay.. i can't really think of something to say now cuz i'm so nervous.. so instead of making an idiot out of my self.. i'm just gonna go splash some water on my face... Ack!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and GOOD LUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1588444355404793742?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1588444355404793742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1588444355404793742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1588444355404793742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1588444355404793742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-people.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-4286117008008084673</id><published>2007-09-16T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:50:25.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww man... i really love watching old movies.. like Breakfast at Tiffany's.. My Fair Lady and so many of old hindi movies like Milli.. Shashi Kapoor, Amitabh Bachchan, Sanjeev Kumar and Shammi Kapoor movies.. they're like so sweet and the songs are so nice... i could listen to the songs over and over again and still not get tired of them... like "tum aa gaye ho".. "baahon mein chale aaon".. and "o mera sona".. oh and "Chura Liya hai Tumne".. and not forgetting the English movies.. i am totally in love with Audrey Hepburn.. Breakfast at Tiffany's ., Roman Holiday.. Charade.. and my favourite of all My Fair Lady.. i totally love listening to old songs early in the morning or when i'm studying..&lt;br /&gt;Oh god! i must have really bored you.. haha.. sorry.. but really... sometimes i wonder if i'm being naive by believing in truth and purity but today when i looked at my sister sleeping i got the confidence that i'm not wrong... i just haven't found my truth.. and something i can call pure.. yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-4286117008008084673?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4286117008008084673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=4286117008008084673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4286117008008084673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4286117008008084673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/aww-man.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7665415067658441958</id><published>2007-09-15T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T05:25:37.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in such a bad mood today.. and you wanna know the really bad part? i don't even know why i'm feeling so low... God! it's so confusing..&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want to do this but.. i mean if this is the only way i can vent without accidentally hurting somebody.. then...&lt;br /&gt;people should really make their priorities more clearer.. i mean if they wanna like choose something that's more important than the thing that we're doing together presently, then they should let me know and not just back out at the last minute leaving me all flustered and at a loss as to what to do.. i mean seriously.. does it really take that much to tell me "Mythili, i'm sorry but i can't handle this since i have other pressing issues that i also have to take care of." i mean, come on.. i may be a girl but i'm not that petty as to have a lifelong feud with you or something.. i can be understanding you know and maybe say that it's pretty much alright but i might need your help at a small scale and would you help me out? it's basic courtesy...&lt;br /&gt;and then another thing.. i can tolerate almost anything in the world.. i mean i won't get mad at you for the slightest reason but the one thing i really cannot tolerate is people taking advantage of me being too nice and not saying anything to them..i mean if you like tell me all your problems, chances are i'll listen and then give you some advice but i'm not Oprah.. i can't possibly give you genius esque advices.. i'll help you along the way but i have my own personal life too.. i can't be thinking of you 24/7.. i'll do my best to help you but at the same time.. i do have my own stuff and problems to handle...and if the problem is that pressing.. i'll even put aside all of own problems to help you.. but is appreciation such a big word to use here? i'm not asking for Humaritanian of the Year award.. but is the phrase "Thank you".. undecipherable to you or in Greek? And just because i'm nice and smile too much doesn't mean that i have a sunshine life .. i've got my own problems.. sometimes.. i need time out and there are times when i can snap at you for the slightest things but it really isn't neccessary to use that against me when i'm talking to you or having a particularly unfriendly day... i mean come on.. every dog has it's day..&lt;br /&gt;i think i feel better now.. i'm gonna go finish reading The Pianist..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7665415067658441958?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7665415067658441958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7665415067658441958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7665415067658441958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7665415067658441958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-in-such-bad-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-8693568854502448304</id><published>2007-09-13T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:55:42.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. this is my 75th entry.. great cause for jubiliation i guess.. but anyway.. i'm feeling a bit low now.. for alot of reasons.. 1) because it's raining( okay.. this isn't really true since i like it when it rains but seeing the rain fall makes me feel like raining down my tears.. oh god! that was seriously dramatic!!) 2) because i did really badly for my common tests.. 3) because i hurt someone 4) because i read a sad book called "Looking For Alaska" by John Green in which the female protagonist gets killed in a car crash.. but i mean it was still funny cuz there's like this one scene where the guys play a prank by inviting a male stripper for Speaker's Day.. but whatever.. it was still death and all.. 5) well.. because you don't really need a reason to be sad since we're human which means there's a full chance of us experiencing mood swings in which we can feel multiple emotions at the same time... anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to do now.. it's like so confusing and it's like God-only-knows sorta jargon and weird esoteric kinda situations... oh god.. whatever... i gotta go now... friday blues are the worst in the week.. Ack! Tmr there's hindi test and then this evening i've got math tuition.. I HATE A MATH, just so you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-8693568854502448304?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8693568854502448304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=8693568854502448304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8693568854502448304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8693568854502448304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow_5900.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1571790932644020407</id><published>2007-09-13T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:55:41.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. this is my 75th entry.. great cause for jubiliation i guess.. but anyway.. i'm feeling a bit low now.. for alot of reasons.. 1) because it's raining( okay.. this isn't really true since i like it when it rains but seeing the rain fall makes me feel like raining down my tears.. oh god! that was seriously dramatic!!) 2) because i did really badly for my common tests.. 3) because i hurt someone 4) because i read a sad book called "Looking For Alaska" by John Green in which the female protagonist gets killed in a car crash.. but i mean it was still funny cuz there's like this one scene where the guys play a prank by inviting a male stripper for Speaker's Day.. but whatever.. it was still death and all.. 5) well.. because you don't really need a reason to be sad since we're human which means there's a full chance of us experiencing mood swings in which we can feel multiple emotions at the same time... anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to do now.. it's like so confusing and it's like God-only-knows sorta jargon and weird esoteric kinda situations... oh god.. whatever... i gotta go now... friday blues are the worst in the week.. Ack! Tmr there's hindi test and then this evening i've got math tuition.. I HATE A MATH, just so you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1571790932644020407?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1571790932644020407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1571790932644020407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1571790932644020407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1571790932644020407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow_13.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3376992249804847387</id><published>2007-09-10T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T05:39:26.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and i watched High School Musical 2!!! went to nikki's house ytd ... pigged out on chips and iced peach tea.. torn between the sweet guy and the hot guy... aka.. Corbin Bleu and Zac Efron.. ACK!!! the movie was really a bit Bollywood. but the songs were kinda good.. like "i don't dance" and "you're the music in me" .. ahh.. gonna go dreamnnn... You're the Music in me!!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3376992249804847387?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3376992249804847387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3376992249804847387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3376992249804847387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3376992249804847387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-and-i-watched-high-school-musical-2.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-2437523570817930483</id><published>2007-09-10T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T05:21:35.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people who make other people laugh are truly something great.. can you imagine filling up a person's life by just saying something? it must feel so good to make someone laugh and smile.. like it's like you've got a power within you to change somebody's mood.. anyway.. wow...&lt;br /&gt;i bought lots of stuff today.. presents mostly.. for my friends and sister.. (cue aww..) and because of that i'm like half broke.. heh heh.. but it felt good to be Santa Claus for one day... oh and then this morning i heard a really funny joke that's really sick so the chances of me putting it up here are like nil... but oh gosh.. it was really funny..speaking of jokes.. the cheesburger joke is so.. ack.. i mean come on, which idiot would be stupid enough to figure out that we're supposed to whisper in the library.. i mean who does it anyway? , whisper in the library, that is.. heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;oh oh there are only 19 days left to my birthday... good.. because, you know it's my birthday and bad because it's the start of EOY.. so unfair! there should be a law against having exams on birthdays.. that way.. we won't ever have to take exams.. haha... okay.. anyway..&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go.. need to study sandhi(something something blah blah hindi).. and SS and Geog..&lt;br /&gt;Got loads of stuff to do..&lt;br /&gt;Btw.. i watched Dead Poet's Society with my English class.. ooh.. damn nice man!&lt;br /&gt;write more later.. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-2437523570817930483?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2437523570817930483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=2437523570817930483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2437523570817930483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2437523570817930483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/people-who-make-other-people-laugh-are.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-2877688876023357665</id><published>2007-09-08T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T01:52:52.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything in life comes with a price.. sometimes. they are so expensive, you wonder if you're actually doing the right thing or not. the things that come with a hefty price tag are usually the things that most people value most in life.. like love, family, friendship.. maybe even a nod from the guy that you think Really resembles Zac Efron.. but they come with a price tag.. hardwork.. suffering and sometimes even emotional drainage..when you're working so hard to achieving the thing that you want, sometimes you forget about the things that you already have.,. and well. the sad truth is that until you lose something, you won't know it's actual value. the strange thing is that when you're hankering after something, the thing is really unattainable or whatever but once you get it, when it's right there in your hands, it becomes invaluable.. you somehow take it for granted. no matter under whatever circumstances you got it under, you start taking it for granted and then you start hankering after something else. always something new.. something you want or maybe 'need'.. and then it becomes your life, you become obssesed with it and then when you get it.. it just becomes a vicious cycle.. and the only people who have broken through it are the people who are dead.. you could say that it's a humanly basic instinct to keep constantly upgrading yourself.. and the things that are aforementioned could refer to alot of things.. like your grades, your manicure, the new guitar that makes you drool.. or maybe even.. zac efron.. there's no one way in which you can categorise all of your wants and needs but it's important to realise at the same time that when you get something, it's always a sign to the fact that you're living your life. i mean when you're dead, sure you get flowers and stuff but you don't get to experience the stuff. when you're alive and kicking(pardon the pun), you experience stuff that you can't buy with your Visa or MasterCard(trust me, i've tried)..the best things in life, are after all... free. you just have to know which of these things you want in your life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-2877688876023357665?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2877688876023357665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=2877688876023357665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2877688876023357665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/2877688876023357665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/everything-in-life-comes-with-price.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-285336479495477298</id><published>2007-09-01T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:23:42.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. there is only one month left to my birthday.. and i know it means i'm getting old.. but hey.. at least there are only three more years to getting out of this house... i just don't know what i'm doing anymore.. at first, i was working towards an aim in life.. to study law and then to be a good lawyer.. it was pretty straightforward.. i had my whole life planned ahead of me.. and then... it just feels so weird now...anyway.. whatever.. back to my birthday.. yeah.. one month left.. for my birthday.. i want so many things... yesterdat when i was at VivoCity, i went to toysRus(whatever.. there are skateboards in it..and no one's looking)  and then i thought "life is just like a skateboard" i mean, no matter how much you practice, you don't get it right and then when you do, after getting hurt, there's always someone better than you.. then i mean. what's the point of getting hurt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-285336479495477298?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/285336479495477298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=285336479495477298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/285336479495477298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/285336479495477298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7556674536299979698</id><published>2007-08-28T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T04:46:26.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um.. today was very.. unusual.. during english today, i went to the library to see if Miss Lappen was in or not and then i met jayraj and rishabh.. and then it turned out that Mss Lappen wasn't in after all.. so i spent the whole hour with them.. it was very strange.. i mean, in general, i'm a good girl.. i haven't got into any trouble since p4 when i went to Nature's Park with a bunch of friends.. anyway.. i can't really write down here the stuff that happened.. cuz if some nosey pig reads about this, we could get in a lot of trouble.. but whatever.. it wa super funny.. oh yeah.. then i was like laughing the whole time, and when i went back to class, people thought i'd gone mental..since the side effects were just about wearing off.. haha.. then my dad picked me up since it was raining so heavily.. ah .. whatever.. it's so much like London now.. keeps raining like as though tmr's never gonna come or something.. Tsk Tsk.. oh and Izwan is Very Cute.. (haha) :) what on earth.. the guy's like some kind of ball of energy.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i gotta go now.. researching on hieroglyphics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7556674536299979698?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7556674536299979698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7556674536299979698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7556674536299979698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7556674536299979698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/08/um.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-943754537537386680</id><published>2007-08-24T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T06:08:45.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa.. i wonder what is wrong me.. i'm so fickle-minded.. and so easily influenced .. like the time i was a vegetarian for three whole months..before stuffing my face with a cheeseburger back in Sec1.. anyway... the thing is i'm fickle-minded..end of story.. Big Cheer for the Big Confession!&lt;br /&gt;so.. like i was saying i get influenced by alot of things and the thing is that until you stand for something you tend to fall for everything.. what on earth..anyway.. i need time to figure it out.. until then, let me bore you with my account of what happened today..&lt;br /&gt;okay.. so today.. i was very cheerful and a bit too hyper and i kept singing the Beautiful Girls song..and then i had to go for the Ethnic Heritage thingie at the Discovery Centre to cover for Editorial. it was kinda okay.. i guess.. i mean minus the boring speeches and Izwan doing weird(but it was a little.. wait.. VERY funny :)) stuff..oh and there was this woman with a knife in her back pocket...Dang.. she was scary..but.. (i'll be honest) she was the funniest of them all.. Female Crocodile Dundee.. oh and the bald guy who laughed like a dog panting(without the tongue) .. and the fact that i had to go interview the Minister of State S.Iswaran.. that was really intidimating.. and then i had to rush home since i had tuition at 6.30.. anyway.. today was fun.. i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...&lt;br /&gt; AND I WANNA WATCH HAIRSPRAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-943754537537386680?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/943754537537386680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=943754537537386680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/943754537537386680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/943754537537386680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/08/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-4788860224267350634</id><published>2007-08-21T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:36:08.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RsqhdOQ1FiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_UgJX_xTQkA/s1600-h/dharavi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101067051367470626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RsqhdOQ1FiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_UgJX_xTQkA/s320/dharavi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RsqhdeQ1FjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6AGsPUdBV6I/s1600-h/India121106_053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101067055662437938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RsqhdeQ1FjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6AGsPUdBV6I/s320/India121106_053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is the world coming to? '2 hostages return home', 'obstacles to a new peace? Why are we fighting each other? South Koreans aid workers who go to Afghanistan are abducted, after the Taliban kills two men.. What kind of world are we living in now? "Last month tensions rose amid a row with Washington over US plans to station a missile defence shield in central Europe, after Mr Putin threatened to aim nuclear weapons in Europe at the end of May"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, i was in the library and i saw this article about Dharavi, Mumbai's biggest slum.. you should have seen the photos..i've &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;got some here.. but they're not half as good.. i mean we all think that living in HDB estates is bad and so tight and you know, too close.. but it just made me realise how very selfish we were being.. when i was talking to a friend of mine yesterday, she told me she still had alot of things to buy (read: all branded stuff) are we really that brand-conscious? Converse has its factories in South America where the workers are paid cheap dirt for things you buy for 50 bucks.. is it really worth it? i mean, come on.. just because you're a teenager doesn't mean that global warming doesn't affect you.. you can make a difference by doing loads of stuff..like for example; using both sides of a paper for when you're doing your math equations... stubbing out that ciggarette(&lt;strong&gt;why are you polluting with your mouth when there are so many other things for your mouth to do , like voicing out?)..&lt;/strong&gt;not buying branded stuff, but saving up to donate to a worthy cause... come on.. is that really so hard to comprehend? look at the pictures.. if you were that kid in that picture, what would be going through your mind then? food? clothes? whether your parents are still alive? why can't we work together to banish those thoughts now? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voice out people!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;remember you're never too young to make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-4788860224267350634?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4788860224267350634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=4788860224267350634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4788860224267350634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4788860224267350634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-is-world-coming-to-2-hostages.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RsqhdOQ1FiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_UgJX_xTQkA/s72-c/dharavi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-6812053649865656376</id><published>2007-08-21T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:07:48.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night when i woke up at 3am..i had a most painful sensation of something stabbing into my neck. i woke up awkwardly and then realised that i could not move the right side of my neck at all. the minute i tried, spasms of pain would shoot down my entire right side until my feet. it was not until this morning that i was assured that i was not permanently handicapped, it was very stiff muscles, caused by-go on try guessing- stress. it was so bloody painful, i couldn't even get up in the morning.. it hurt that bad. it still hurts now.. but not as much.. and then i've been sleeping the whole day because of the painkillers the doctor prescribed. oh.. i have to go now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-6812053649865656376?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6812053649865656376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh.. i'm so hungry today.. i ate like a plate of noodles(have no idea what the name was..) with loads of chilli on it and then at jurong point , drank bubble tea and then bought like three doughnuts.. i'm on a eating-frenzy.. anyway.. people shouldn't just pop in and out of the air just like that.. it's spooky.. and plain weird.. was having a kind of a bad day today.. after having a really bad dream last night.. even thinking of it now makes me shudder.. it was just so.. real and so.. there.. it was so weird...and then god. after meeting a not-so-special someone today, my day got even worse.. i mean hello? everyone on this goddamn earth has got responsibilities..you can't just commit at one point and then act as though i was the wrong one.. i 've got things to do too, you know.. i'm not exactly just sitting around doing nothing right... ACK!! bloody freaks.. tsk.. ignorant masses of lucified headcases..whatever.. go do your bloody drawing and shoot bloody baskets... hmpf.. i don't give a rat's arse about it anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3358112952402530769?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3358112952402530769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3358112952402530769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3358112952402530769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3358112952402530769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/08/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-6888329676060414341</id><published>2007-08-15T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T04:16:17.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a very thoughtful day.. i mean in the morning i was feeing a bit pissed because of my dad's aunt..not to be rude or anything but i seriously can't stand nagging and people asking me questions like every five seconds.. anyway.. then some stupid freak went to put the bloody twigs in my hair.. had to release my braid and tie my hair up in a ponytail. but it was like so messy cuz i didn't bring any hair clips.. some people have got nothing better to do.. nutcase.. anyway.. Mr Ching was absent today so i was like doing my hindi compos.. 12 to be exact.. ( i know what you're going to say Divya.. no.. i'm not nuts, i really did do all of the worksheets..) oh Chemistry lesson was miffing.. it was like so freaky.. the potassium iodide turned yellow.. Ack.. then after school, waited for Constance so that we could discuss the collaboration.. oh and we have the same birthday..wow.. definitely gonna celebrate man! (even though it's gonna be final-year-exams) Whatever.. oh and then since we found out that we had to push back the whole thing, the collaboration, i mean.. we had lunch with hui yi and hafizah and then we played truth or dare.. Oh. My.. it was super funny... hafizah actually carried the dustbin all around the garden.. it was so funny.. :) haha.. am seriously gonna play again..&lt;br /&gt;haa.. gotta go now.. Genocide in Rwanda and what not..&lt;br /&gt;talk to you later..&lt;br /&gt;Soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-6888329676060414341?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6888329676060414341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=6888329676060414341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/6888329676060414341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/6888329676060414341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-very-thoughtful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3632678211214464364</id><published>2007-08-14T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T03:50:44.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah.. i know.. the tag board.. okay.. i don't know what this computer has a problem with or whether it even has a problem or if it's just plain idotic but i have no idea where my tag board went.. it's like.. it was there one second ago and now it's not there anymore.. it's like ACK..&lt;br /&gt;ANyway.. guess who scored a 24 out of 50 for an English Compre Test? Me! That's who!! Oh God!! it's just.. i mean come on .. 24?? Pathetic 24?? out of 50?? hello?? What kind of justice is this? oh.. i'm gonna have to work so hard.. Dang! Finished my E Math tuition homework.. have to work on my A Math Textbook Revision Exercises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God.. i'm like so engrossed with school, half on this entry is practically dedicated to it.. Focus..&lt;br /&gt;Oh consumed a Bloody Sundae with Constance today.. (strawberry sundaes reinvented :)) and then ate Hui Yi's "toh gan" Oh and there's going to be a collaboration with ELDDS and Editorial Board this Friday.. won't divulge too much here.. my junior are major cyber-geeks..see ya then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Y'all&lt;br /&gt;(wonder why i'm so happy today? I mean, come on i failed my English Compre Test.. there must be something seriously wrong with me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3632678211214464364?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3632678211214464364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3632678211214464364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3632678211214464364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3632678211214464364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-9128486050490523863</id><published>2007-08-12T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T03:53:01.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people get weird when they go to sec 3.. they get more serious..less interested with life and more interested in getting critical of themselves.. and then wham! they're not themselves anymore.. they think they're becoming adults and that it's a transtition.. they think nobody understands them anymore because everyone is different... and then suddenly they withdraw from everything..things that they were proud of before suddenly seem so stupid and hard to believe and then it's all black and getting mad at everyone.. finding interest in one special person but then finding out that it doesn't make sense anymore.. it's not attraction.. it's infactuation(blame the dictionary for that!)... and then it's all over.. you're not yourself anymore.. you get immersed in your homework and your "own life".. things.. people you used to love.. are becoming more like your Most Hated People and Things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this isn't weird, then what is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-9128486050490523863?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/9128486050490523863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=9128486050490523863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/9128486050490523863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/9128486050490523863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/08/people-get-weird-when-they-go-to-sec-3.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-33009223409064115</id><published>2007-08-06T02:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T02:11:18.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well... i dun know what to say anymore... it has never before been so difficult to say what i want to say,,, but today,my vocabulary is dismal.. i just don't know what to say...i'm confused now... alot of emotions seem to be emnanating from me and i don't know which instint i should be following.. or if i should even be following them at all..i'm just very lost right now...and i need to be left alone.. wouldn't know what to say anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-33009223409064115?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/33009223409064115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=33009223409064115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/33009223409064115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/33009223409064115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7964460759398441786</id><published>2007-08-02T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:52:10.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what do you call someone who doesn't teach you well and then gives you a 6 on an SS test? What do you call someone who has got all the things he can possibly need but does not make use of them? What do you call someone who doesn't believe in himself? What do you call a person who has been hurt and then proceeds to hurt someone else just to relieve himself? what do you call a dog who cannot fetch a bone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN IDIOT!!! that's what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7964460759398441786?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7964460759398441786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7964460759398441786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7964460759398441786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7964460759398441786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-do-you-call-someone-who-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-3260881587700198202</id><published>2007-07-30T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T05:36:51.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well... isn't this one of my best moments to be writing a blog entry.. maybe i should wait until i've calmed down and start thinking straight.. but never mind.. he deservers to read and listen to this..&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe he actually thinks that i've led a comforted life.. i mean yeah sure i've led a life that's way better than those AIDS infected African orphans but hello? we're like four continents apart.. cut me some slack  will you? and still... i mean come on.. who doesn't have difficulties in their lives? like i've got some freaky god-mother who's just a tear drop away or something.. honey.. to have a fairy godmother you need to be a freaking princess.. which i'm ten centuries away from...&lt;br /&gt;and one person is SO enough to make a change.. look at Gwen Stefani.. where would ska be without platinum blonde hair and remakes of songs from the Sound of Music? eating cheap dirt, that's where... and it's not like you need to learn rocket science for persuading people to stop smoking right? and honestly if you're a smoker and you're reading this now. Stop Smoking! For christ's sake..the whole aim of Live Earth was to convey the message to everyone to stop polluting the earth not just for the music.. seriously.. why are you even stupid enough to go and buy a pack which costs like ten bucks.. i mean, logically speaking.. you're paying them ten bucks to kill you.. i mean if you really want to die anyway, why go to all that trouble of dying slowly each and everyday when you can just kill yourself in one shot?? Hello? Common Sense? oh aye aye aye... if you still haven't given up smoking ... I GIVE UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;And to who this entry is for...i might as well just say it... if you don't want to be a loser.. then STOP acting like one... YOU CAN MAKE A CHANGE.. who cares if its small? as long as you've done something differently.. that's all that matters.. you don't have to go around giving people advice like some people i could name but you could try and influence them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-3260881587700198202?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3260881587700198202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=3260881587700198202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3260881587700198202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/3260881587700198202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1220891671888011445</id><published>2007-07-12T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:56:56.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strange vibes are going round these days... It could be commom test related or the latest movie release, Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix, speaking of which Racial Harmony Day next friday people... have you decided which ethnic costume you're going to snitch yet? Better start now or else, you'll have to wear THE UNIFORM to school.. seriously, what are they playing at, making us wear HIDEOUS colours to school.. like it isn't already boring enough... Speaking of next week, Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows will be released next Saturday.. anyone wanting to read the latest reading frenzy will have to get in line to get her or his hands on the book.. i am so thinking of putting protective plastic around mine.. who knows what might happen to the book? (in case, some of you denser ones didn't get it.. i'm being sarcastic)..&lt;br /&gt;Also, strange vibes like maybe reading a new book which you cannot put down or the fact that&lt;br /&gt;A Math seems to be getting bloody harder all the time seems like a blast innit? Anyway... i gotta go.. need to do some catching up on my work... PENDING all the time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1220891671888011445?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1220891671888011445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1220891671888011445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1220891671888011445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1220891671888011445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/07/strange-vibes-are-going-round-these.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1072850133680285655</id><published>2007-07-10T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:35:59.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RpNSlBQ137I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fXflZJtnBnQ/s1600-h/mac+donalds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085499200179134386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RpNSlBQ137I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fXflZJtnBnQ/s320/mac+donalds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God! I just read the most amazing book( i know i keep saying that but seriously, this was really, really a fantastic read). I can't really remember the title cuz i didn't understand the word Superlatives. But anyway, i think it was called The Superlatives of Women by Catherine Lim. It was really something out of a movie, the way i got it. cuz when i first reached class in the morning, xin en asked me if the book was mine since it was found on the floor but it wasn't until Chem that the book caught my eye.. and then i got so engrossed in it that i totally missed Chem. Not that it's my favourite subject or anything.. it just made me feel a little guilty cuz you know,Sec 4 next year and everything.. anyway... the book was about the injustic women have to suffer at the hands of men. I swear, by recess, which was right after Chem, i was totally waterfalling tears. it was that touching. Like there's this girl Pei Yin who gets raped by her step-father when she's alone at home with him, she's only like thirteen and then the step-father gets off scott-free cuz Pei Yin doesn't dare tell anyone cuz she's so freaking ashamed!!! okay just for the record... THE FREAKING FATHER SHOULD BE BLOODY ASHAMED... god it really got to me that part. And then there's this other girl, Bina who is wedded off at the age of twelve to this fat stinky Arab who's like 65... Hello? Logic????God the stupid things that people do!!... So now, you can see why i got so bloody sentimental...You have totally GOT to read this book.. It will be the one thing stopping you from talking or thinking bad about your mom, trust me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and anyway.. the photo on top is of my aunt and my sister...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. enjoy people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and common test in 2 weeks!!!! ACK!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1072850133680285655?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1072850133680285655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1072850133680285655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1072850133680285655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1072850133680285655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-god-i-just-read-most-amazing-book-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RpNSlBQ137I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fXflZJtnBnQ/s72-c/mac+donalds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1519575596601605095</id><published>2007-07-09T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T05:36:48.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ack people! Live Earth is over and done with but the question still remains: Have you answered the call? Are you fishing out plastic bottles from Clarke Quay or the Singapore River? Have you installed motion sensoring lights yet? Have you become a vegetarian yet? If the answer to all the above is yes, then i've got two conclusions: 1)You dream about saving the whales with Greenpeace all the time. 2)You have got nothing better to do than to go fishing at the Singapore River( Hello?! Can you read signs?) and then paying like $1000. Whatever. But seriously, if you have got the message you're better off than those at the London concert who actually left behind heaps and heaps of plastic bottles and junk even though the sponsors have sworn to cut down on creating trash. Right... Well,see the thing that i've really thought about lately is that most of the people watched Live Earth and/or attended the concerts because of the celebrities and not because they actually care about the Earth. But anyway, the money all went to a good cause but i really do hope some people actually get it in their freaking heads that Smoking Kills and not just you but also everyone in the Universe. For Christ's Sake, just stub it out and stick some chewing inside that stinkhole. God! The things that people do! And seriously speaking, just because you're in Singapore doesn;t necessarly mean that you  have to wast all the water in the world. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drink like a fish if you drink what a fish drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway, i really do hope you guys get the message cuz it's no longer a thing of the future. If we keep this up, we might actually become extinct like T-Rex and then have alien life forms coming on Earth going "2 billion years ago, Humans roamed the Earth  but due to their stupidity, they killed themselves." Hmm... i wonder if Al Gore is reading my blog. I mean totally.. Go Al Gore!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway... i gotta go.. Got things to do.. places to be...whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hakuna Matata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1519575596601605095?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1519575596601605095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1519575596601605095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1519575596601605095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1519575596601605095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/07/ack-people-live-earth-is-over-and-done.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7408051582861130977</id><published>2007-06-29T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:20:44.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God.. why is everyone i know so depressed? is there some sort of syndrome going around that might help explain this incredible phenomen? Anyway, i thought of something that might make you smile, at least when you read this blog.( although, you know, a smile a day kinda does the orthodontist away, if you get me drift.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, so.. i was reading this book with doughnuts on the cover , with the title"this book will save your life". and all through the time, i was thinking.. okay, if there are doughtnuts on the cover, the book is supposed to be doughtnuts too right? or at least something to do with food.. and in some strange way, it just got me turning from page to page. it was something different... honest...it was like something i'd never really read about before.. it was different. at first, i thought it was going to be super boring.. the first page is about this mental who likes to stare at women wearing red swimsuits and swimming in their Olympic-sized swimming pool. i mean, come on , how many times do you come across a book that has on its first page a red swimsuit? Seriously.. so anyway.. i read the book after flipping to a part of the book where he meets Anhil, a doughtnut store owner.that part is kinda okay, i guess.. But it follows the self-actualisation process for the mental, whose apparent hobby is saving people and horses(actually just one) and being a little too nice about his black Mercedes. Weird... so i read this book, and it asks the most important qn(heck exams and those interrogative qns).. What is life? people say that when you're on a roller coaster, you're on the ride of your life.. but then, aren't you already on the ride of your life. what is life? THIS is life. This is life staring back you. if you think that you're going to be numb and moody and complaining and not thinking straight at all, you're going to keep thinking that way. If you haven't figured out what to do yet you can right now do two things. 1)Close this window and then forget about this, going along with your life the same way as you did before..2)Close this window and then start thinking differently.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                             &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS PEOPLE!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;At the end of the day, you have to choose, no matter what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7408051582861130977?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7408051582861130977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7408051582861130977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7408051582861130977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7408051582861130977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/06/god.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-4590275090233228301</id><published>2007-05-23T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T02:29:46.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. what is it with people and gossip? seriously... what is it that appeals to you so much about the word gossip?? I can't say i'd blame the people who do it for fun or whatever since we all do at one point or another but to do time and time again inflicting pain on the same person is seriously not fun, it's extremely childish and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week has been pretty busy for me. There have been so many things not done during the exams that i have been shrouded in so many things lately,none of which came with the  name Apple, i've noted. Damn! Yeah i know how much a person needs a computer like a fish needs a bicycle. But if fish had legs, they would totally dump their bicycles and move on to sea vehicles like in the Little Mermaid. But telling my Dad that would be like.. oh i don't know.. telling Bill Gates that he didn't invent Microsoft. It's no use and yet the otherwise is kind of true too.. Why are men so adamant about things? What, is it like going to reduce their headsize for them(all things considered, it wouldn't be such a bad thing) or something? why can't men ever say Sorry?? It's true, Men are truly from Mars; there used to be something useful in them too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... i gotta go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-4590275090233228301?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4590275090233228301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=4590275090233228301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4590275090233228301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4590275090233228301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-1795799125178454400</id><published>2007-05-17T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:00:36.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exam results are out.. and well... i mean do i really have to spell out how exceptionally "well" i did? but the thing this time round i actually studied you know.. i mean, hello?!, for those who actually tried to contact me at the time should know.. anyway.. life is pretty much on a low end of all things low which is contributed by two factors. one, my exams and two, my social life. Heck, i know how drastically things change but honestly that fast? what, were we on some kind of freaky bullet train thingies that they have Japan? cuz if we were, i don't remember ever buying a ticket. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;My health seems to have risen unexpectedly to an all-time high, recently. I can eat most things now, even Wasabi( or is it wasabe?) and salsa. Yippee!!! They won't contribute to the pain anymore. And my dosages have also reduced. But all things come with a price tag.. as i am so well finding out. And sometimes, the price is so high, you wish you had never even asked for those things in the first place. Like for instance the reduction in my dosages, means that i can't sleep at 10pm anymore. i feel immensely tired all the time and getting up in the mornings is a bloody torture. I can't even sleep in the afternoons since i come home pretty late to catch my required twenty winks. Those pills made me drowsy and yet energetic at the same time, which explains most of my mood swings( and to anyone who has been a victim, i can only apologise). Anyway... i went to the gym with Divya last saturday and worked out for like an hour. Yay me! We're going again tmr, with Sayli, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go watch A Midsummer's Night's Dream later on at Fort Canning Park with my lit class... I gotta go now.. need to catch up on a few things of Editorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-1795799125178454400?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1795799125178454400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=1795799125178454400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1795799125178454400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/1795799125178454400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/05/exam-results-are-out.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-4910991509140533854</id><published>2007-04-22T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:38:57.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RiwNrAl_STI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z439nT0LiaA/s1600-h/skull_h_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056431514175097138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RiwNrAl_STI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z439nT0LiaA/s320/skull_h_zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RiwLNgl_SSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6k6MdPl6Y/s1600-h/mythili.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056428808345700642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RiwLNgl_SSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6k6MdPl6Y/s320/mythili.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and btw, i got a pic to show you guys.. it's super scary..it's this guy called Joseph Carrey Merrick who was born in Leiceister on 5th August 1862. He was called the Elephant Man and this is seriously how he looked like. His mother died causing his father to remarry. His stepmother sent him away because of his deformity and he remained unemployed for the better part of his life until he died in 11th April 1890. He actually worked in a freak show..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thing that really struck me about this man was that he was so deformed and yet he lived for like 28 years.it is said that after he was hospitalised for bronchial infection, he became a favourite of Queen Victoria and after he was discharged, he wanted to go back to the hospital to look for a blind woman who would not be afraid of his appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say anymore about this cuz the bell's going to ring.. i'll write again tommorow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-4910991509140533854?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4910991509140533854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=4910991509140533854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4910991509140533854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/4910991509140533854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-and-btw-i-got-pic-to-show-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxYstHTf5E/RiwNrAl_STI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z439nT0LiaA/s72-c/skull_h_zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-7325506920721369326</id><published>2007-04-22T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:13:24.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Today is Izwan's birthday.. so wei jian and i got him a little something. i hope he likes it.. i've never known anyone to say no to good perfume and i'm in no hurry to break my record.. but we'll see..It was kind of cute actually..We gave him David Beckham's instinct ( the perfume.. hey! we're nice people!). I'll be honest.. i never even knew the guy to have a perfume brand.. but i mean whatever... i hope he likes it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam starts in four days.. All you have to do is pass.. Seriously and of course not end in Woodbridge doing all those revisions for Chemistry. And after that it's fun fun fun! Sleepovers galore!!! But first we must get through the hell that is known to mankind as examinations. Good Luck people! Cram sessions with all those cups of dark coffee and those trips to the Mac have just GOt to pay off! and i'm hoping to get at least a B for A Math. The rest.. i'll deal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these of course are my replies to whatever crap anyone wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gosh.. what the hell is wrong with you people? i mean seriously... mythili you are lame??? hello? what is this? kindergarten? i mean come on.. i would have laughed at you jill but honestly, i just can't find the right tonsils for this having ground my teeth for quite some time now trying to stop myself from strangling you without having to go to juvie.. and who the hell is this anon person anyway? i mean he obviously can't be someone with the dictionary since he/she can't even spell the damn word... God! this thing is making me go bloody mad! i mean what a pile of bollocks! and shawn you've got your blooming chocolates.. so leave it at that.. jaslyn, i'll get you chocolates once i come into some cash and you come into my view which could be anytime from jan to dec.. and nikki... Fishes? i thought last time it was some other animal.. i think it was donkeys.. anyway... fishes? And Divya, stop agreeing with whatever people say.. it's not good for health and especially not good for you..dang! and here i was thinking of what sane friends i have.. gosh! looks are deceiving.. Well..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-7325506920721369326?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7325506920721369326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=7325506920721369326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7325506920721369326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/7325506920721369326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-today-is-izwans-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-5735817650990990576</id><published>2007-04-12T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:31:49.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay... this is the 50th post. not bad considering the countless sacrifices i've had to make.. tee hee.. anyway... things are getting really annoying now... whatever i do seems to reach the doctor directly.. i really hope i won't become a Rebel without Cause...(in case you didn't know, that's a title of a movie)... well, whatever..it's really irritating.. oh and for the first time in ages, i actually did my hindi homework! woohoo! but you have no idea how bloody stupid the whole thing is.. there are TWO comprehension passages about some dead guy(why can't people let dead people RIP? i mean, they're dead.. so let them stay that way...)and then there are like TWO bloody compositions. like they're going to help me when i face gunpoint.. right like i'm going to tell a crazy maniac about Gandhi and his non-violence. Bollocks! oh speaking about crazy maniac, i watched The Number 23. It was kinda psychotic yet really cool at the same time. it was a bit spooky.. but i'm not going to write anything in here cuz 1) i have no idea what to write and 2) i'll spoil everything if you were deciding to watch it. i'm nice in that way... hee hee..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. nothing else happened .. so  instead of writing anymore crap.. i might as well end off.. So ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-5735817650990990576?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5735817650990990576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=5735817650990990576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5735817650990990576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/5735817650990990576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634112.post-8602702115887095548</id><published>2007-04-08T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:34:54.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the number 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's extraordinary how a simple number like that can be changed into such an unimginable fiasco of certain violence and perhaps the most undiscoved point of the human psychology. it is also the number that has truly fascinated yours truly. As i dwell deeper within the orchestrated walls of the number 23, it becomes suddenly an illusion rather than a childish fascination with the less than ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where to begin. The movie the number 23 could have triggered a silent plea for more research on my paranoia of the the tune c,f c, e,f,g d,g,dg,f,e,f when played on the piano. Exhausted as i may be, the tune remains in my head following my every step and every little thing that i do. And so does the numbers 32. or 23 reversed. You might think i'm exaggerating and i truly hope i am too( i don't want to end up a murderer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering if the only reason we are put together on Earth is so that we can finish each other off. The wars, riots, murders, suicides, natural disasters... And that on the course of of death, we find love, joy, happiness... Emotions... Everyone knows we're going to die, but not everyone believes it... and somehow i have a strong feeling that if we all believed it, we would live our lives quite differently. The thing is: if we knew what it is to die, maybe we would learn how to live....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we weren't so sad and gloomy all the time, maybe we'd learn to see the puddles on the ground reflecting the sky. But that would defeat the main purpose of our lives, wouldn't it? If we only thought about how nobody appreciates us, why would we believe someone who truly likes us? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers to my questions are short but it takes a long time to figure them out. as it does to finally realise that we're going to die.. sooner or later.. anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634112-8602702115887095548?l=surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8602702115887095548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36634112&amp;postID=8602702115887095548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8602702115887095548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36634112/posts/default/8602702115887095548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreal-unexpected-tales.blogspot.com/2007/04/number-23.html' title=''/><author><name>mythili818</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821895730816512468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
