<?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-8702961483875524169</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:57:28.294+08:00</updated><category term='fairy'/><category term='Dee'/><category term='Angel'/><category term='fabric'/><category term='Faerie'/><category term='Buddha'/><category term='Dolphins'/><category term='Bavani Akka'/><category term='SHMILY'/><title type='text'>"Bizarre Juxtapositions"</title><subtitle type='html'>where ART meets MEDICINE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-7495942471199126859</id><published>2012-01-04T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T17:47:44.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Medicine meets Art</title><content type='html'>Today, i chilled at a waterfall in KL with Shal, Davi, Dee and Bec(from Melb). I'm so tired now that i dont remember why i switched on the computer but for some strange reason i got reverted to blogging. As much as i love painting, there's a certain catharsis in blogging. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to keep my blog alive this year.. and it really doesnt have to be exclusively art. in this virtual space... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;ART &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;will come face to face/hand in hand with my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;MEDICAL JOURNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-7495942471199126859?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/7495942471199126859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=7495942471199126859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/7495942471199126859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/7495942471199126859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-medicine-meets-art.html' title='Where Medicine meets Art'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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-8702961483875524169.post-134358283902627298</id><published>2012-01-01T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:18:52.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012: The beginning of a much anticipated future.</title><content type='html'>Today, after much too long of a hiatus I am feverishly jabbing at my keyboard. yes, i am excited. for many reasons.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, it's a new year. new beginning (hopefully not for old habits). new hope. new adventures. new memories.  and i'm simply itching for it to begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had arguably an interesting first day of 2012. A necessary but avoidable dispute with Dee, all too relevant and thus must be documented in this blog entry for we all know my defense mechanism is to forget forever. On a higher level of happiness however, i visited my mentor, idol and ultimate advisor... dear ol' Mrs. Chee, my artistic influence. I have decided to resume &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;leisure art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; classes with Mrs. Chee. today, i decided to finish painting '&lt;i&gt;the heads&lt;/i&gt;' a very &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;large&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; canvas painting which i partook in the start of my medical career with the illusion that med school will never get in the way of all my many talents and activities. what can i say, i'm a Jill of all trades but a master of none and med school didnt help in that sense. So why now? after spending two and a half years in med school? simply because i'm done. =) Phase 1 of IMU passed with flying colours, and now i have 8months of which to kill(for lack of better words) before i head of to the United Kingdom(sounds so good saying it out loud) to further my studies and gain clinical exposure as well as the much anticipated cultural experience. eeeeep! *squeel of happiness* i finally received my placement letter from my first choice university and can be less superstitious about telling the world before i arrive there. I still cannot believe that my childhood dream of studying in the UK, and that my life-long passion for medicine is coming true. thank you mom, dad, IMU, and God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart for delving into art again, i have many plans which i want to accomplish from today til August. and this blog will serve as a painful reminder or a pleasantly favourable check-list. I would love to continue my long-lost love for the &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;piano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(maybe finish Grade 6 exam if i'm not being too ambitious, though i'd much rather prefer a creative growth exponentially without the added pressure of an expensive examination.  I want to&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt; teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I love and enjoy teaching. It is one of the many things i find fulfilling. Other than my current voluntary tutoring with the children of the women's aid organisation, i have also decided to take on the challenge of teaching our 22 year old house-keeper from Cambodia how to read and write English. she arrived in our home without being able to utter a word of English, Malay or (obviously) Tamil... 3 languages spoken in my household. 10months later, she speaks all three languages as if they were all one. She has potential, and i want to be the one who takes her to the summit. difficult, but possible. I would also love to give back to my IMU community. I missed the boat for the clinical peer tutor position, but that was merely because i put my family first, and in no way do i regret my decision. Hopefully my previous &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;student anatomy demonstrato&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;r position is still available. I want to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; again. not only pursuing my love for Bharatha Natyam, and stage performances, but i would love to pick up/further my knowledge in another dance form. initially i had in mind, Salsa or Latin Ballroom dancing, but i dont want to trouble Dee with my wants now. So i shall save that for retirement. (imagine that! 60 year grandparents learning how to dance!) of course, the inevitable plan to &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;travel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will slowly but surely creep into my mind... one of my many vices i must admit. where to this time? Borobudur? Machu Pichu? Angkor Wat? S'pore for the musical Wicked? but to travel... there is a catch. a monetary catch. HA HA . but this too i shall overcome with my next plan of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;working part-time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Right now, i can only think of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;home tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. oh and maybe another 10km marathon or climb mount K again if i can find friends crazy enough to join me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amidst all this OVER-THE-TOP plans, i must continue to consolidate my current medical knowledge whilst ensuring i consistently learn new things. hence i have decided to follow my dad to work and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;attach to the government hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, rotating from one department to the next over the next 8 months. I will study at night and wherever i can slot quality reading time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This goes without saying.. &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;preparation for the UK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is imminent! i will get &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;IELTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; done ASAP. then all the necessary paperwork. i can already tick-off "buy winter clothes" as my far-sighted mother has already done so whilst on our family holiday in Delhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, and another survival skill i want to learn to love is that which will allow my gut to be satisfied. learn to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span  &gt;cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i shall, by cooking at least twice a week for the next 8 months for my family (and friends, if they dare). tomorrow i shall start with &lt;i&gt;Chinese Chili Chicken with Cashews&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks like i have a lot cut out for me. time to achieve the achievable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year everyone! May it bring Good Luck, Happiness and Hope for us all. (and my old car will hopefully find its way home!)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-134358283902627298?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/134358283902627298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=134358283902627298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/134358283902627298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/134358283902627298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-beginning-of-much-anticipated.html' title='2012: The beginning of a much anticipated future.'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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-8702961483875524169.post-211827267461232285</id><published>2012-01-01T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:08:47.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><title type='text'>Judas Priest - Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0lzDr6kbYA/TwBxn6nXZ5I/AAAAAAAAAfk/IM2ZfwBzR14/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0lzDr6kbYA/TwBxn6nXZ5I/AAAAAAAAAfk/IM2ZfwBzR14/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692674859559511954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Angel"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sketch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;inspired by the song. Thank you Dee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F7mQp7oAjm4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-211827267461232285?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/211827267461232285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=211827267461232285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/211827267461232285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/211827267461232285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2012/01/judas-priest-angel-with-lyrics.html' title='Judas Priest - Angel'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/-n0lzDr6kbYA/TwBxn6nXZ5I/AAAAAAAAAfk/IM2ZfwBzR14/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-7602770348501163283</id><published>2010-07-20T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:50:36.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"BUDDHA: The Splendor of Enlightenment"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/TESPhFEVjmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PScCoQcLP2A/s1600/Poster+July+2010+amend+1507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/TESPhFEVjmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PScCoQcLP2A/s400/Poster+July+2010+amend+1507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495675243757669986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just HAVE to catch this show! it's a musical...only minus the singing! lol. we call it a dancedrama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Featuring the children from siddharthan home. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i'm dancing too!! whheee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For tickets or to donate..ask me! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: everyone i know has already bought their tickets. (*coughdhushancough*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-7602770348501163283?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/7602770348501163283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=7602770348501163283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/7602770348501163283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/7602770348501163283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2010/07/buddha-splendor-of-enlightenment.html' title='&quot;BUDDHA: The Splendor of Enlightenment&quot;'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/TESPhFEVjmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PScCoQcLP2A/s72-c/Poster+July+2010+amend+1507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-4320693841619794906</id><published>2010-04-30T03:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:45:07.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHMILY'/><title type='text'>My dots of love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T MINUS 16mins. TIME NOW IS 2344... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but i couldn't help myself. =P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/S9nlQvSPutI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZS5ff6NNsoQ/s1600/happy+anniversary+Dee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/S9nlQvSPutI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZS5ff6NNsoQ/s400/happy+anniversary+Dee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465651698524469970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"DOTS of love"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pencil on paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(look closely and notice that the image is made &lt;i&gt;entirely&lt;/i&gt; by pure spots/dots. A simple sketch which would have normally taken me 20mins took close to two hours. What's love got do to with it? haha...EVERYTHING! s.h.m.i.l.y?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This is dedicated to &lt;i&gt;My&lt;/i&gt; dots of love.. XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Thank you for loving me tender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/nkcIoI7gDow/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkcIoI7gDow&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkcIoI7gDow&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;( my favourite image is at 1.07.  I'd love to make it a memory. =D but otherwise...i love the smooth velvety feel of Norah Jones' voice singing her version of this 'sigh-ful' song! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-4320693841619794906?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/4320693841619794906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=4320693841619794906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/4320693841619794906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/4320693841619794906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-dots-of-love.html' title='My dots of love...'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/S9nlQvSPutI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZS5ff6NNsoQ/s72-c/happy+anniversary+Dee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-6257276155664622715</id><published>2009-12-20T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:47:32.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's see what the pensieve has to offer, shall we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/Sy4I3x7BQ3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/DZqAneR9m5c/s1600-h/girl+and+cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/Sy4I3x7BQ3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/DZqAneR9m5c/s400/girl+and+cat.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417277156159996786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GIRL AND CAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PAINT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;pensieve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; never lies! As embarrassing as it ,may seem, this is the masterpiece of a budding artist(i think i was 10 yrs old). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;one who is finding it tough to allocate sufficient time from her medical and other extra-curricular activities to blog, what more sit down and paint!! i cannot &lt;b&gt;belief&lt;/b&gt; it's been THIS long since!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyhoo, this is my feeble attempt at saying "i'm STILL ALIVE" .. albeit barely breathing. =S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-6257276155664622715?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/6257276155664622715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=6257276155664622715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/6257276155664622715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/6257276155664622715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-see-what-pensieve-has-to-offer.html' title='let&apos;s see what the pensieve has to offer, shall we?'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/Sy4I3x7BQ3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/DZqAneR9m5c/s72-c/girl+and+cat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-3463182786635329602</id><published>2009-05-18T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:02:26.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bavani Akka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddha'/><title type='text'>Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/ShFzQuQioWI/AAAAAAAAAco/HkhnUOAMEG8/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337173764543258978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/ShFzQuQioWI/AAAAAAAAAco/HkhnUOAMEG8/s400/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Buddha"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medium: Oil on Canvas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dimensions: 18" x 24"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date Created: April 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The first painting to leave the Thirumal household. the FIRST painting not hanging on the Thirumal wall of art.(not that there's much white spaces left on that silly wall!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So yeah... the painting went to the person who inspires me in many ways. not just inspired me to do this painting, but to be who i am today and what i believe in as well as what i hope to become. She's a breath-taking dancer, has a melliflous voice, and doesnt hesitate to dream BIG! This is me being mega modest btw.&lt;/p&gt;So this post is dedicated to Teacher Bavani, whom i'm to call Akka. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u EVER read this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOUUU! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-3463182786635329602?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/3463182786635329602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=3463182786635329602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/3463182786635329602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/3463182786635329602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2009/05/buddha.html' title='Buddha'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/ShFzQuQioWI/AAAAAAAAAco/HkhnUOAMEG8/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-8610058028398136464</id><published>2009-03-28T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:33:56.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged bookworm. Seriously. Seriously! Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/Sc2KMpke6BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/D0NbOJYqGZc/s1600-h/DSC09997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318058684916361234" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/Sc2KMpke6BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/D0NbOJYqGZc/s400/DSC09997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Child"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medium: Oil on Canvas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dimension: 18" x 24"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date created: March 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The title could be a little less obvious but nothing interesting comes to mind. Comments please? I already got one about her skin colour not being right.. LOL. And another on how her face is still too clean. Don't worry..I can handle wtv u throw at me. T'will lead to improvements.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Vanu is excited. Ask me why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-8610058028398136464?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/8610058028398136464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=8610058028398136464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/8610058028398136464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/8610058028398136464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-tagged-bookworm-seriously.html' title='I was tagged bookworm. Seriously. Seriously! Seriously?'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/Sc2KMpke6BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/D0NbOJYqGZc/s72-c/DSC09997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-685002486283475276</id><published>2009-02-28T13:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:00:39.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressionisme</title><content type='html'>Before i bore you with a little edu on impressionisme, try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SMART IS YOUR RIGHT FOOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Without anyone watching you (they will think you are GOOFY) and while sitting at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.&lt;br /&gt;2. Now, while doing this, draw the number '6' in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction. I told you so!!! And there's nothing you can do about it! You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is done you are going to try it again, if you've not already done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder if my ambidextrous math teacher can prove this wrong?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... IMPRESSIONISME.&lt;br /&gt;Why impressionisme(when my blog clearly says surrealisme)? The simple reason that i'm trying to produce one as we speak and for the past 2 weeks. I'm using oil paints, and it takes forever to dry. So i've to paint the background, leave it for a week before doing any scumbling and even then (sometimes) it's still damp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Scumbling- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;painting thin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigblackpig.com/painting/layers.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;layers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; of opaque light colour over dark colours, which gives a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigblackpig.com/painting/broken-colour.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;broken colour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; effect. Scumbling is rather like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigblackpig.com/painting/glazing.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;glazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, but with light colours over dark. The colours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigblackpig.com/painting/optical.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mix optically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; rather &lt;/span&gt;than on the palette, and the result is shimmery, opalescent. Think of the pearly water surrounding Monet's water lilies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's my first time creating this kind of painting but I'll talk about my current piece later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To many people, my mom included, an impressionist painting is probably the &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; type of painting to recieve as a gift. and expecting them to actually hang it up? BhaAh! Unless of course, you pre-inform them that it's by a world famous painter. This is mostly because impressionism has a very &lt;em&gt;spoldgy &lt;/em&gt;messy look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In my opinion though, impressionisme has a very dreamy, dazed or even hazy effect. I would not blame you however if you did indeed say that it's a rubbish technique/form of art because even the masters of art (before degas, renoir and manet) thought this technique was utter nonsense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It began with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impression, Sunrise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Claude Monet in 1874 at the first exhibition of the "society of anonymous painters, sculptors, engravers, etc" It was an early morning landscape of grey mist, silhouettes of boats over water and the sun as a flat orange circle, and traces of it's reflection on the water. It wasn't exactly a painting, more like a sketch, or a free draft in oil. Sounds like something any fool would come up with isn't it? I think it was for that reason that it was rejected many times before the birth of impressionisme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SajP1JpXMQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/akQk7pJIqz8/s1600-h/kw-impressionisme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307720672885551362" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SajP1JpXMQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/akQk7pJIqz8/s400/kw-impressionisme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Within a year or so (due to many pubications) the name "Impressionisme" was an accepted term - the art itself was not! The movement began with a group of 4 students (Monet, Renoir, Sisley, Bazille). They observed nature closely, with a scientific interest in visual phenomena. Although they painted everyday subjects, they avoided the vulgar and ugly, seeking visual realism by extraordinary stylistic means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a nut shell, Impressionisme marked the end of the Classical period that began in the Renaissance. If you're REALLY interested... GOOGLE it! U'll be amazed with what you read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SajQuSzDZLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xrdalNPcpuo/s1600-h/impressionisme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307721654594659506" style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SajQuSzDZLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xrdalNPcpuo/s400/impressionisme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307722872477811074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SajR1LxBgYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wQC8Xt702bs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SajR8DgddfI/AAAAAAAAAcY/1Fvq6nrpwks/s1600-h/Pierre-Auguste-Renoir-Young-Girls-At-The-Piano-45229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307722990519940594" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SajR8DgddfI/AAAAAAAAAcY/1Fvq6nrpwks/s400/Pierre-Auguste-Renoir-Young-Girls-At-The-Piano-45229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SajRYX7mY9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/ZfbzTD5j_Vw/s1600-h/The_Boating_Party_Lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307722377527190482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SajRYX7mY9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/ZfbzTD5j_Vw/s400/The_Boating_Party_Lunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I admire Renoir, for the way he captures light and zOMG the skin! Look at those porcelain human skin! Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope u enjoyed this entry as much as i enjoyed enlightening you on the subject. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now i have no other reasons to procrastinate studying for trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;turah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-685002486283475276?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/685002486283475276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=685002486283475276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/685002486283475276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/685002486283475276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2009/02/impressionisme.html' title='Impressionisme'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/SajP1JpXMQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/akQk7pJIqz8/s72-c/kw-impressionisme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-6964148974774373070</id><published>2009-02-09T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:03:19.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit</title><content type='html'>My sister had her friends over today. they were making mini cupcakes for her International Understanding Project- to raise funds for the children of Gaza or smtg like that. I support the idea just not this cause. I never intended this blog to potray anything political or contentious, BUT... i have to say that there are ENOUGH ppl helping those in Gaza! What about people everywhere else in the world? What about our neighbouring countries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u not realise that it's only this Gaza incident that's getting so much hoo-ha? every other blinking organisation wants to have a hand in helping them -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two pence? If u want to help someone, do it without discrimination. Read this if you think I'M mad! (Stumbled across it on my sister's friend's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=2009&amp;amp;dt=0204&amp;amp;pub=Utusan_Malaysia&amp;amp;sec=Dalam_Negeri&amp;amp;pg=dn_09.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=2009&amp;amp;dt=0204&amp;amp;pub=Utusan_Malaysia&amp;amp;sec=Dalam_Negeri&amp;amp;pg=dn_09.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-6964148974774373070?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/6964148974774373070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=6964148974774373070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/6964148974774373070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/6964148974774373070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2009/02/bullshit.html' title='Bullshit'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-8183362492623055971</id><published>2009-02-01T19:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:31:48.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamdreamdream</title><content type='html'>I was desultorily flipping through the pages of a Nat Geo magazine yesterday, when i came across random pictures of war-stricken children. with pensively sad faces.. sigh. And i couldn't stop thinking about it for quite sometime after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my cousin's wedding, i sat down and sketched a girl. I think she's maybe tibetan or nepalese. The latter is more possible. but i think her chubbyness makes her seem less melancholy. Makes her seem like she's getting enough to eat. Not that eating enough is a problem, i just wanted to convey a pleading sort of tone to her expression..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish it though. Started with the eyes then i felt disconsolate so i simply did the hair and coat. It's sad to think that I have so much. SO SO MUCH. whilst there are those who have nothing to say they have &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;! Here it is... You be the judge. Tell me i'm lucid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SYWYmhErvXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/TLeQsxCrDnk/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SYWYmhErvXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/TLeQsxCrDnk/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SYWZS2ie0EI/AAAAAAAAAbo/oc14MnbGRco/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297809085828091970" style="WIDTH: 456px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 544px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SYWZS2ie0EI/AAAAAAAAAbo/oc14MnbGRco/s400/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disconsolate Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Medium: Pencil on Paper&lt;br /&gt;Date Created: (Started) 01/02/2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of me can &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; see myself selling anything i paint/sketch. I don't sell, I give. To the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people i love most&lt;/span&gt; mostly. simply because i can never seem to part with something that took so much time to complete(whether it turned out as planned or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other half is curious. T&lt;strong&gt;hat &lt;/strong&gt;half wants to know how much it's worth, if it's even worth anything. Put it amongst the works of monet or renoir or Shanti Marie, and see if it gets picked or even &lt;em&gt;looked&lt;/em&gt; at. Heck, put it amongst the works of our own Malaysians! (there's an aweful lot of uncredited talent out there) What a boost of self-confidence that'd be! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One can only dream...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often i joke that since Medical School is soo painfully expensive, I'd sell my canvases for whatever they're worth just to lighten the load on my parent's shoulders. And &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i'd probably have to resort to selling one of my kidneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do dream. I dream that one day i'd have done enough paintings in my free time to exhibit them and sell them. I dream.. of doing a collection of artworks in various medium relating to Dance, God, Music, or anything spiritual and that these pieces will be put for sale outside the hall where i'd perform my Arengetram. Of course the money will go to charity (unless i'm still 'scrooging' for med school!) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performing my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Arengetram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Debutante&lt;/em&gt; in Indian Classical Dance) itself is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;another dream&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-8183362492623055971?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/8183362492623055971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=8183362492623055971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/8183362492623055971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/8183362492623055971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreamdreamdream.html' title='Dreamdreamdream'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/SYWZS2ie0EI/AAAAAAAAAbo/oc14MnbGRco/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-2494983078839150538</id><published>2009-01-17T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:34:36.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faerie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabric'/><title type='text'>Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SXHjWMYS3TI/AAAAAAAAAbY/L2413ag_luY/s1600-h/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292261007556795698" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SXHjWMYS3TI/AAAAAAAAAbY/L2413ag_luY/s400/Image092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fairy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Medium: Fabric Paint on Fabric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date creatred: 17/01/2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The spaces between our fingers were created so that another person's fingers could fill them in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-2494983078839150538?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/2494983078839150538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=2494983078839150538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/2494983078839150538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/2494983078839150538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2009/01/fairy.html' title='Fairy'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/SXHjWMYS3TI/AAAAAAAAAbY/L2413ag_luY/s72-c/Image092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-850056721423140013</id><published>2009-01-04T22:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:41:14.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth. Beauty. Freedom. Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The greatest thing, you'll ever learn... is to love, and be loved in return.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDNhAXSLuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eVA_8ZcnJ-s/s1600-h/Picture+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287451929450000098" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDNhAXSLuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eVA_8ZcnJ-s/s400/Picture+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something Random.. Once Upon A Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium: Pencil on Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you know what the most beautiful word in the English language is?" "Mellifluous"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Goodbye 2008, Hello 2009. It was nice while it lasted. But the holidays could have stretched just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a little&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; longer! Twas a quiet Christmas...(Simply because everyone was everywhere) and a family oriented NYE. I would have enjoyed it if not for the spliting headache i had fr 11smtg til midnight whereby i said HAPPY NEW YEAR and Goodnight to my family members. I seriously hope those superstitions are just that. Silly Superstitions. You know the one.. abt how u spend your new years day will most prob reflect how the rest of that year will turn out. because i simply CANNOT live with these head-splitting-aches everyday for the next 362 days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On another note... i visited the Siddarthan Home in SS3. The children are remarkable. Super friendly. You can't help but fall in love with everyone of them instantly. I know now where to spend my idling time before med school. ;) One of my many resolutions this year, is to help there as much as i can. the others include sleeping 7hours, doing yoga, speaking tamil and doing a charcoal artpiece. oh and going to India and of course getting into Med School. I've decided. THAT is my goal! yes...THAT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random pix of Dec:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDRAUVphVI/AAAAAAAAAag/K33r2F98-Og/s1600-h/Image113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287455765922678098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDRAUVphVI/AAAAAAAAAag/K33r2F98-Og/s400/Image113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cupcakes we made just for fun... Christmas-y and pretty yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDRBJ1SsSI/AAAAAAAAAbA/QYygjggKsOs/s1600-h/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287455780282478882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDRBJ1SsSI/AAAAAAAAAbA/QYygjggKsOs/s400/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nish &amp;amp; Nats peering through the glass at Ann amidst her singing class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDRAklGBbI/AAAAAAAAAao/FtdQ4dCMEUo/s1600-h/Image110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287455770282427826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDRAklGBbI/AAAAAAAAAao/FtdQ4dCMEUo/s400/Image110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new baby..which unfortunately gets refered to as an Ipod most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDXnLEiQpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Tx6PjcamltU/s1600-h/DSC09398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287463030519644818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDXnLEiQpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Tx6PjcamltU/s400/DSC09398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, the genius got 7A's. So we HAD to celebrate despite the fact that mom was sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDXnB5CUyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gFn9sJVHbZE/s1600-h/DSC09411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287463028055495458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDXnB5CUyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gFn9sJVHbZE/s400/DSC09411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other one. i forget her name. No kidding. Her first attempt at baking. and it was darn good if i do say so myself! mMMmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-850056721423140013?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/850056721423140013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=850056721423140013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/850056721423140013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/850056721423140013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth-beauty-freedom-love.html' title='Truth. Beauty. Freedom. Love.'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/SWDNhAXSLuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eVA_8ZcnJ-s/s72-c/Picture+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-274937606488192796</id><published>2008-12-24T12:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:55:07.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancedancedance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SVG0f8SlIdI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/h3ZrCDnMu9Y/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283202298735305170" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SVG0f8SlIdI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/h3ZrCDnMu9Y/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SALSA WITH ME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Medium: 2B pencil on paper&lt;br /&gt;Date: 21/12/08&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I met &lt;em&gt;Shankar Kandasamy&lt;/em&gt; last night. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Inspiring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is an understatement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait to train under him.. it'll be an experience worth more than anything money can buy. Happiness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do a series of dance poses...i'm thinking &lt;strong&gt;simple&lt;/strong&gt; yet striking &lt;strong&gt;strokes&lt;/strong&gt;. In my head it's in single colours...but i gotta get it out on paper the way i see it in my head. and it's killing me. Got so much to do since it's Christmas time too. Plus i gotta choreograph something for a performance this Sun at the Little Sisters of The Poor in Cheras. (Thanks to Ann! -_-) i don't mind though...for someoone who loves dancing i'v been quite docile the past few weeks. time to get moving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-274937606488192796?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/274937606488192796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=274937606488192796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/274937606488192796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/274937606488192796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2008/12/dancedancedance.html' title='dancedancedance'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/SVG0f8SlIdI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/h3ZrCDnMu9Y/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-8338181896931859884</id><published>2008-09-11T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:28:57.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This just in.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PETALING JAYA, 27 Aug&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ceiling of high school classroom falls under undue pressure and old age. No injuries were reported as incident occurred sometime after school hours. Authorities suggest late in the evening after heavy rainfall. Damages as of time of report include, broken ceiling, fallen water tank, flooded classroom, and fallen ceiling fan. No witnesses were obtained as event occurred in the absence of innocent school children and/or noble teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A form three student of the alleged classroom was found in hysterics repeating, “I could have died!” The statement was heard the next morning when the student (name disclosed for safety purposes) saw the ceiling fan sprawled over her desk and chair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The alleged girls’ school was founded in August 1971 under another name. Both former and present names cannot be published due to privacy policies. The school personnel’s pointed positive and rectified the problem within no time, thinking only of preventing similar incidences from occurring in the near future and disabling innocent students, or disrupting lessons in this one of the nation's few clusters of excellence institutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Horrific  images are displayed below:  (NOT suitable for the faint of heart!)&lt;br /&gt;-source: a stressed teacher's blog. (I'm NOT kidding!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMjHkHLdLKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wDnAK7Ok4m0/s1600-h/ceiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244661189289258146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMjHkHLdLKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wDnAK7Ok4m0/s400/ceiling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMjHj73TLZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/zWJeA3LGFYg/s1600-h/ceiling+water+tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244661186251926930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMjHj73TLZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/zWJeA3LGFYg/s400/ceiling+water+tank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244661185108405138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMjHj3mqa5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/20BtaQQGDko/s400/ceil+water+tank+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I'm REALLY bored la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-8338181896931859884?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/8338181896931859884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=8338181896931859884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/8338181896931859884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/8338181896931859884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2008/09/breaking-news_11.html' title='BREAKING NEWS..'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMjHkHLdLKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wDnAK7Ok4m0/s72-c/ceiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-3554849171186654674</id><published>2008-09-11T14:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:28:15.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to More than Words. Last watched Grey's Anatomy. Reading Hannibal Rising by Thomas Harris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hvnt blogged since July? Seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, in my defence i hv been busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; with exams, but i'v got the week off. Albeit, i'm supposed to study...i've been doing everything but studying! Went shopping with Dav &amp;amp; Mimz last week, Sent the boys off to NZ &amp;amp; went for Nique's 18th on Sat, Threw a suprise birthday dinner for mom on Sunday night, went ice skating with Nats on Monday, went for Dental appointment on Tuesday and spent the rest of the day pretty much eating and roaming the streets of Klang with Ann and Marcus, (both of whom have new hair). Spent the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of Wednesday inhaling fumes of thinner and wall paint then scrubbing my hands &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Went out for roti telur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;breakfast today. Basically...the past few days equals to expenditure of Money! Sigh. And no STUDYING! I hope this is a good wake up call?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevertheless, it's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to unleash my latest work of art!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The latestlatest being my bedroom wall! and prior to that would be Mom's b'day present.. which kept me&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Sane&lt;/span&gt; throughtout the Cambridge A-Level &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trial Examination&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, Mummy is super hard to please!?(m referring to my painting but this applies to my mother about almost anything and everything!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me what YOU think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMi89tDggzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ICf7oU_Zwsg/s1600-h/to+be+renamed+by+NussNuss+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244649534325293874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMi89tDggzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ICf7oU_Zwsg/s400/to+be+renamed+by+NussNuss+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMi70y-dzYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7-gaerFLDzs/s1600-h/to+be+renamed+by+NussNuss+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMi70y-dzYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7-gaerFLDzs/s1600-h/to+be+renamed+by+NussNuss+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMi70y-dzYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7-gaerFLDzs/s1600-h/to+be+renamed+by+NussNuss+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMi71NbAIdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/naE8yevasJk/s1600-h/akks+room+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244648288883319250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMi71NbAIdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/naE8yevasJk/s400/akks+room+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMi890NnvpI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9wxLrTRt3Xs/s1600-h/to+be+renamed+by+NussNuss+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244649536246759058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMi890NnvpI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9wxLrTRt3Xs/s400/to+be+renamed+by+NussNuss+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YELLOW BIRDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Medium: Acrylic on Canvas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date painted: 8th September 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesyes, i did indeed finish it a day after mom's b'day. But hey... I had exams. So there! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-3554849171186654674?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/3554849171186654674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=3554849171186654674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/3554849171186654674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/3554849171186654674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays!!'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/SMi89tDggzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ICf7oU_Zwsg/s72-c/to+be+renamed+by+NussNuss+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-5203188976275691461</id><published>2008-07-26T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:13:06.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolphins'/><title type='text'>Friendly Dolphins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm finally done with my Dolphins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though i r&lt;em&gt;eally&lt;/em&gt; wanted to do horses, i guess it didn't turn out so bad?! LOL. I'm NOT very happy with my dolphins, but if i keep touching it, it'll prob get worse! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227288205875184402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/SIsO7YnHgxI/AAAAAAAAATw/N4IfK_nNjAs/s320/Acrylic+Donlphins.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friendly Dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Medium: Acrylic on Canvas&lt;br /&gt;Date created: July 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's FAR from surreal huh?! It's quite the 'impressionism' or 'realism'! =P haha. whooops! anyways, I'm open to constructive criticism.. so go ahead and say what comes to your mind. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's heaven again. The only reason i love this time of the year...An abundance of fruits. Then again, with genetically modified food, and the advanced technology, fruits should be available all year round! We picked up Durians, Nangka(what's it called in English again?), mangosteen &amp;amp; rambutans fr. Uncle Chelva's farm today. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; oooh, and there's a pomelo in the fridge too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-5203188976275691461?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/5203188976275691461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=5203188976275691461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/5203188976275691461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/5203188976275691461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-finally-done-with-my-dolphins.html' title='Friendly Dolphins'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/SIsO7YnHgxI/AAAAAAAAATw/N4IfK_nNjAs/s72-c/Acrylic+Donlphins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-4613327966729401084</id><published>2008-07-09T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:14:42.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asphyxia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A selfish person would have demanded his/her boyfriend/girlfriend to be with him/her all the time. A selfish person wouldn't care if that would get you in trouble. A selfish person would have said, "I own you. I should be able to talk to you if I want. But the truth is, we never really do own people, do we? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Said a wise friend in a recent &lt;a href="http://zhenelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm in the middle of reading a Jodi Picoult novel now, Plain Truth. I really do think she's awesome! i mean who'd come up with a pregnant mother drinking unpasteurized milk from her farm, having caused &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;some harmful bacteria to cross over her uterus to her unborn baby, thus causing a chain of events leading to the death of the premature infant? Genius! Unless of course Picoult's got some medical degree, then it'd just be expected of her to know this kind of thing! LOL. The chain of events?.. the asphyxia was due to premature delivery, which was caused by chorioamnionitis-which was caused by listeriosis. Seriously. google it, she didn't make it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm quite proud of myself cos it's taking me an average of a week to finish a novel and that's saying something since college life is so hectic. Correction, life is so hectic. College just adds to the hecticness. In the past month, i'v read Desert Flower, Vanishing Acts, Change of Heart. I've got Hannibal Rising, Love in Torn Lands and an Anita Shreve book to read next. What can i say, i'm spoilt for choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just really need to busy my mind, thus keeping my mind of &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt;. Painting helps, but only for that two hours or so. (I'm painting dolphins btw. =) )Swimming on the other hand, is like another yoga. The rush of cold water against your skin as you slice calm waters, the relief it brings as the water seeps through every strand of hair on your head, hearing only the sounds of your heart beating in vain, the hands of cold slapping your face, and the euphoria it brings . Sigh. And so you swim and swim and swim until you can't breathe no more. but once you stop, and the water's calm again, it doesn't take long before it all comes back again. and all you want to do is dive deep into, and under, the water never wanting to surface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God saw me hungry, he created pizza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He saw me thirsty, he created pepsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He saw me in darkness, he created light . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He saw me without problems, he created YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; And THAT's being flagrantly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-4613327966729401084?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/4613327966729401084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=4613327966729401084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/4613327966729401084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/4613327966729401084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2008/07/selfish-person-would-have-demanded.html' title='Asphyxia'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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-8702961483875524169.post-6488678698819149062</id><published>2008-07-06T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:35:42.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;How can i miss you if you don't go away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water&lt;br /&gt;Across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky&lt;br /&gt;Oh my and baby I'm trying &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhohhhohhhohhohhohhhohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you, I promise you I will &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though the breezes through the trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty, you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhohhhohhhohhohhohhhohh&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhohhhohhhohhohhohhhohhohhohhohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-6488678698819149062?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/6488678698819149062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=6488678698819149062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/6488678698819149062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/6488678698819149062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-can-i-miss-you-if-you-dont-go-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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-8702961483875524169.post-8967421272220912391</id><published>2008-06-22T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:00:12.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Everyone needs to be loved...especially when they do not deserve it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then i think of what he says. "...you have got to put yourself first"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Precious Illusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm going to do an oil painting next. Putting the acrylic aside for awhile. Any suggestions as to what to paint?... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking horses right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On another note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JIL&lt;/span&gt;! Ur old! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Ooh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;S'pore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. Just me and my Mommy. Hopefully it takes my mind of things. And God i hope i don't get a headache. 4 hrs on the road is not my kind of thing! gotta pack, then finish icing the cake for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Btw, there's this thing on the left..yeah that. Say something! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-8967421272220912391?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/8967421272220912391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=8967421272220912391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/8967421272220912391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/8967421272220912391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2008/06/everyone-needs-to-be-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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-8702961483875524169.post-1763507940103746955</id><published>2008-06-19T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:52:20.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Start</title><content type='html'>Finally! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let me know wht you think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning Yoga tmr...so Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-1763507940103746955?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/1763507940103746955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=1763507940103746955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/1763507940103746955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/1763507940103746955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-start.html' title='New Start'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-8717078479669683000</id><published>2008-04-18T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:49:14.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELAY FOR LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/vanubanu/eacdf184585402/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relay For Life M'sia 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCSM is organising the Relay For Life yet again. Details are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; DATE:     31 May – 1 June 2008                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VENUE:   Stadium MSN, Bukit Jalil                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                TIME:       6.00pm on Saturday 31/5 to 10.00am on Sunday, 1/6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have no idea what RFL is click here: &lt;a href="http://www.cancer.org.my/" target="_new"&gt;http://www.cancer.org.my/&lt;/a&gt; There's a good video there. Watch it. It'll only take 5 minutes, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;I'd upload more pictures from my experience last year.. if it wasnt for the fact that my CPU's in the comp shop! Nvm. The picture above, is of the highlight of the event, LUMINARIA CEREMONY. It's kinda hard for me to explain. But i can tell you that it's a carnival like event where survivors, friends &amp;amp; family gather to show their support for the fight against cancer. It's a fun-filled day...until this ceremony when everyone keeps silent and thinks about the people they knw whom they have lost to cancer, or those suffering from cancer as we speak, or even those who have survived it!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there. Wanna join me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm participating and volunteering to help out this year. I've also set my mind to stay overnight til the end of the event. If you want to join me... that will be awesome! =D bring your family &amp;amp;/ friends too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, it'll be 16 hours you'll never forget!&lt;br /&gt;Call/text my HP. or just leave a comment. But let me know soon kay? So i can contect NCSM.&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload pix if i can. Or u can ask Nique, Belle or Hazel what it's about since they went last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-8717078479669683000?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/8717078479669683000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=8717078479669683000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/8717078479669683000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/8717078479669683000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2008/04/relay-for-life.html' title='RELAY FOR LIFE'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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-8702961483875524169.post-230899260626163182</id><published>2008-03-08T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:13:07.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.  And why we can't live without em</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seriously, god gave you friends to show you how much your loved. And I'm ever so grateful. People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175387361924201554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9KrYqKJvFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_dB8tSNdiLE/s320/Frangipanies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9Ksr6KJvGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6IGuUCQgdi4/s1600-h/good+times!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175388792148311138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9Ksr6KJvGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6IGuUCQgdi4/s320/good+times!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9KqVKKJvEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/r7j2SDzIS_Q/s1600-h/party12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175386202283031618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9KqVKKJvEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/r7j2SDzIS_Q/s320/party12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175400895366151330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9K3saKJvKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wM7ZH9wcbVY/s320/2007+-+10+Oct+-+Graduation+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9K5RaKJvLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fCbqZxDCFRs/s1600-h/n704510050_1558078_729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175402630532938930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9K5RaKJvLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fCbqZxDCFRs/s320/n704510050_1558078_729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9KwBqKJvHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ezKczuennJQ/s1600-h/DSC01652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175392464345349234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9KwBqKJvHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ezKczuennJQ/s320/DSC01652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9Kw7qKJvII/AAAAAAAAAPs/MD2XmidT8jU/s1600-h/DSC06830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175393460777761922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9Kw7qKJvII/AAAAAAAAAPs/MD2XmidT8jU/s320/DSC06830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9K1a6KJvJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/e5wU7Xu_cRE/s1600-h/DSC06870-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175398395695185042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9K1a6KJvJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/e5wU7Xu_cRE/s320/DSC06870-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime. I wonder what i've been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-230899260626163182?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/230899260626163182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=230899260626163182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/230899260626163182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/230899260626163182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2008/03/friends-family-and-why-we-cant-live.html' title='Friends.  And why we can&apos;t live without em'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</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/_5g44Uix_1c0/R9KrYqKJvFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_dB8tSNdiLE/s72-c/Frangipanies2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702961483875524169.post-7664421008502905066</id><published>2007-10-30T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:45:58.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Nite Pix</title><content type='html'>-KGNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Click link to view pictures: =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/vanushia/Graduation2007"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/vanushia/Graduation2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took lotsa whacked pics with Shal, Zel, Jen Nee, Esther, Mimz, Dav, Ju, Mei, Nique, Zhen, Jils, Vid, Ashelaa, Shah, Arit... Thanks nikki for the pics u took. I &lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt; love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We had the &lt;em&gt;Chamettia Chadunggu&lt;/em&gt; Prayers as well. Though usually done when a girl 'comes of age', this ceremony is now commonly done just before she weds. It basically means milk being thrown over her head...and lots of blessings from relatives and friends(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;usually in the form of Gold. hee&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Speaking of weddings, SHEENA is happily married to RAJA now!! Yay! &lt;em&gt;smilessmiles. They are such a cute couple. I really do hope the romance lasts forever and ever and ever and ever....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;(pix later)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702961483875524169-7664421008502905066?l=shiasurrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/feeds/7664421008502905066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702961483875524169&amp;postID=7664421008502905066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/7664421008502905066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702961483875524169/posts/default/7664421008502905066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiasurrealism.blogspot.com/2007/10/grad-nite-pix.html' title='Grad Nite Pix'/><author><name>Shia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607518728559648631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
