<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Oct 2024 06:42:38 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Thoughts</category><category>experiences</category><category>what i saw</category><category>nonsense</category><category>Gossip</category><category>aspirations</category><title>TINY Brain Thinks</title><description></description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-7959079348083066871</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2013 15:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-19T23:03:59.730+08:00</atom:updated><title>Fear</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The fear of every living is the death.. In fact, for some people it&#39;s a taboo. Some people believe talking about death brings you&amp;nbsp;even&amp;nbsp;closer to it. I fear death. &#39;Fear&#39; is too mild a word. I don&#39;t fear my death for i won&#39;t be able to &#39;experience&#39; anything after my death. But my biggest fear in life is losing the people i love most in my life. I have so many beautiful people in my life who add colours to my life. The mere thought of losing my dear ones, kills me. As a kid i never thought about death. But after witnessing the death of a family member i realised what it feels like to lose someone close to you. That&#39;s when i started praying for my dear ones. Every day and night, i pray for their well-being and safety. In fact, when it was time for me to settle down i told my mother i didn&#39;t want to get married because getting married means i have to now worry about one more person in my life. And then, i&#39;ll have to pray for the safety of my parents, siblings, husband, children and the list goes on. It&#39;s like you are constantly in war with death for the sake of your loved ones all your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Few weeks ago i lost my cousin. He was just 22. He was a student who was eagerly waiting to complete his degree and get a job and live the life. I still remember our last meeting and how he had always been a live wire. He was very active in FB that i used to get updates from him almost on daily basis. And what a coincidence, his last post was &quot;life is short&quot;. Indeed it is :( I still check his FB hoping to see an update from him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And moments ago, one of my ex-students passed away in an accident. He was 19. Another active &#39;facebooker&#39;, his last post was &quot; Travelling by bike after so long. May God bless my journey&quot;. And alas, he never reached his destination. It is true that life is very thrilling for you never know what might happen next. But life is also cruel. Every second of my life&amp;nbsp;doesn&#39;t belong to me. It&#39;s like you are temporarily on the earth before reaching your destination which is elsewhere. People come and go, end of the day it&#39;s you that have to live your life whether you like it or not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2013/04/fear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-2305334539567242260</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2013 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-01T21:07:31.956+08:00</atom:updated><title>First for 2013</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;This post is not exactly what i wanted to write about. I started with the idea of posting a&amp;nbsp;questionnaire i took from someone&#39;s blog as lately i have been too&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;busy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;( Ok fine. That&#39;s a lie) lazy to write about anything. And we are already into the second month of 2013 and i&#39;m yet to post anything which implies that my blog or rather i have been hibernating for too long. Ok back to the business. As i was skimming the questions something caught my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It read &quot;List 2 bad habits you have&quot;. Immediately my tiny brain started the thinking process and i was surprised that i couldn&#39;t think of any. Wait..before you jump into &amp;nbsp;conclusion,.. No...i&#39;m no angel! Then, why couldn&#39;t i think of two bad habits of mine? It&#39;s simple. &lt;strike&gt;We&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t acknowledge my bad habits. I &#39;think&#39; i&#39;m good and that my bad habits are too trivial to be considered as &#39;bad&#39;. As my brain slowly lists down the bad habits, i tell myself &quot;no..that happened only once&quot;, &quot;nah..i do that only when i&#39;m PMSing&quot;, &quot;i was forced to behave that way so that&#39;s not my nature&quot; and blah..blah.. We could be so protective of ourselves, don&#39;t we?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Life gets definitely better when you are able to see you flaws and accept them. It&#39;s impossible for you to rectify all you flaws but a little bit of effort is definitely better. It&#39;s funny how we can judge others easily and label them at the very first sight. When others make mistakes we put a tag on them and refuse to give them a second chance and&amp;nbsp;conveniently banter them relentlessly. That includes me too. But when the same mistake is made by us, we turn a blind eye to it. We, tirelessly give numerous excuses and reasons for our wrong doings and eventually succeed in convincing others of our innocence. If only we channel half the effort in understanding the others around us and giving them a second chance, life would be beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The question may seem a frivolous question but it has actually got me thinking. How unfair we are to the others around us. We are so&amp;nbsp;obsessed with ourselves that we refuse to see the flaws in us. So, now i&#39;m gonna list down my own flaws..(definitely not going to post about that :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2013/02/first-for-2013.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-2765922350418988128</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2012 06:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-31T14:13:06.103+08:00</atom:updated><title>Farewell to 2012</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And yet another year is bidding farewell. It might sound very much cliched but time flies. It feels like we just ushered in 2012 &amp;nbsp;and it&#39;s already crawling out paving way to 2013. It has been a wonderful year with a fair share of ups and downs. I have stopped making resolutions as i feel new year resolutions are overrated. One talks about resolutions only when the year begins and ends. Nobody bothers to keep track of your resolutions and some don&#39;t even remember their resolutions by the middle of the year. But looking back and cogitating about the events happened throughout the year definitely can groom you to face the coming year. We learn from our mistakes as they chisel us into better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Just like 2011, 2012 has been a wonderful year for me. In 2011, i met my soul mate (i believe so :)) and in 2012 i got married to him. So 2012 will hold a special place in my life as marriage is a &#39;the&#39; moment in one&#39;s life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So here goes my highlights of 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;1. Marriage - Of course it has to be on the top. I got engaged this year too. So i&#39;m no longer Miss Ramyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;2. Vacation to Kerala - I have always lusted over the houseboats in Kerala. So, i &lt;strike&gt;kidnapped &lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;let my husband kidnap me to Kerala for honeymoon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;3. Professionally i was appointed as the Panel Head this year which was a good experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;4. A very good friend@colleague was transferred back to her hometown leaving me quite lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;5. The first year i handled SPM students single handedly- i&#39;ll be able to comment only when the result is announced.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;6. The first year i applied for a transfer and failed obtaining it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;7. I had a quite heated argument with my superior regarding my transfer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;8. Experienced being a housewife for a week and i&#39;m not complaining :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The only thing that has not changed over years is....me celebrating New Year all alone :( It&#39;s the third new year away from family. Hopefully, next year i can celebrate with my husband and then it would be the top highlight of 2013 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2012/12/farewell-to-2012.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-6736305121953998485</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2012 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-28T21:15:00.478+08:00</atom:updated><title>I am a wife now :)</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Finally the moment arrived and i&#39;m a wife now :) I am still unable to digest that i&#39;m a married woman now.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer : The post you are about to read is from a girl
who is hopelessly in love. As such, this post may contain high dose of
cheesy lines and mushy –gushy expressions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Another giant leap in my life. On 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; August I
got engaged to the man I love. Not many people were aware of my love life as I
decided to keep everything under wrap until the engagement. In fact a few of my
good friends relentlessly bugged me to reveal the mysterious man but no avail.
I had only one answer for them&amp;nbsp; “ wait
till 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; August”.&amp;nbsp; Finally,
the whole world (that’s exaggeration) witnessed me getting engaged. So, with
this I have changed my FB status&amp;nbsp; to
‘engaged’ which means I am no longer subjected to random friend requests and
flirtatious messages.&amp;nbsp; Most of my
colleagues were shocked to know that it is an arranged marriage for me as in
their own words “I don’t look like someone who would agree for arranged
marriage”. Don’t ask me why.&amp;nbsp; I have
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&lt;b&gt;The arranged marriages nowadays are so different from the
one my parents had. While some people only saw their spouses on the wedding
day, my parents saw each other few times before getting married. But those were
just meetings where no conversation was allowed and you see each other from
100m distance (or further than that). I am lucky as I was given the fullest
liberty in my marriage decision.&amp;nbsp; I had
my own terms and conditions which I followed rigidly though once in a while my
parents tried to talk me into approving the random guys they chose. The
foremost thing I hate about arranged marriage is serving coffee to random guys.
Thank God I had to do that only once in my life as the second guy who tried the
coffee is now my husband. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I believe in destiny and I strongly believe that that touch
of magic brought us together. Almost 4 years ago ( 2008) when I was still in
Sydney during my regular weekend call back to home, mum told me about a
proposal brought by her cousin. I was least interested in marriage that time so
I did not give a second thought and said no. Even my parents felt it was too
early to get me married off. Then, I forgot about it and came back home after
finishing my studies overseas.&amp;nbsp; A year
later, I was in my final year when my mum’s cousin’s wife came to my house to
invite us to her daughter’s wedding.&amp;nbsp;
While the ladies were catching up she again mentioned about the same
proposal and told us that the guy and his family would be attending the wedding
and we could meet them if we wanted to. Somehow whatever she said did not
register in my mind but we still attended the wedding the thoughts about the
guy did not flash in my mind at all. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Then, after few months my mum fell into the typical Indian
mothers’ category when she started &lt;s&gt;looking &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;hunting for a prospective groom. After numerous
proposals, the same proposal came again. Third time lucky I guess. Before I
could stop and breathe, I am already married. When I think about it again, we
both attended the same wedding and spent hours in the wedding but did not bump
into each other or even if we did, we did not ‘notice’ each other. Life is
indeed mysterious &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;
and keeps on throwing surprises at us &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Oh yeah did I mention this? During our first meeting I was
kind of pissed off at him. I had a small disagreement with my dad over the
so-called-meeting before I went to see him. Well,I was kind of nervous meeting
him and was a little bit hesitant and dad was upset that I was showing&amp;nbsp; ‘the-disinterested-face’&amp;nbsp; and behaving like I was being forced into
marriage. So he raised his voice at me (he still says that he did not raise his
voice and it was the normal pitch). Being daddy’s girl, I can’t take it when my
dad is angry/disappointed or upset with me. So, tears started strolling down
and my parents were so shocked to see me weeping. Dad came to me wiped away the
tears and fed me ( the whole saga happened because I refused to take my lunch
as I was nervous). So, I went to meet him cursing silently that he made me cry
even before meeting him. And whatever happened after that will remain etched in
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question 1: Do you have any pets ? &lt;br /&gt;Yes, i love puppies. There is nothing prettier than their innocent eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: Name three things that are physically close to you:&lt;br /&gt;My laptop, handphone and table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3: What&#39;s the weather like right now ? &lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s drizzling there. It&#39;s a cozy night for a good sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions 4: Do you drive ? If so, have you crashed?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i reversed into a car just few months after getting it. Luckily there wasn&#39;t any scratch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 5: What time did you wake up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;I had to work today. So woke up at 6.00 am :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 6: When was the last time you showered ?&lt;br /&gt;i was just arguing with someone about the importance of bathing in the morning :) I had my shower at 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 7: What was the last movie that you saw ?&lt;br /&gt;3..n i cried buckets :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 8: What does you last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;From DH and it&#39;s personal :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 9: What is your ringtone ?&lt;br /&gt;I have two. For DH is Ippadi Mazhai Adithal and the other one is Crush by David Archuletta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 10: Have you ever been to a different country? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah i have been to Australia, New Zealand and India. Love travelling :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 11: Do you like sushi?&lt;br /&gt;Like is a strong word. I don&#39;t mind having it once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 12: Where do you buy your groceries?&lt;br /&gt;There is only 1 place here.. so it&#39;s not like i have a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: Have you ever taken any medication to help you fall asleep faster?&lt;br /&gt;Never but i wish to try for the heck of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 14: How many siblings do you have ?&lt;br /&gt;2 crazy people with whom i have love-hate relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 15: Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?&lt;br /&gt;Laptop ..one thing i cannot live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 16: How old will you be turning on your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;26!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 17: Do you wear contacts or glasses ?&lt;br /&gt;glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 18: Do you colour your hair ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 19: Tell me something you are planing to do today: &lt;br /&gt;Finish this and go to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 20: When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Last night when i was watching movie because the hero died :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 21: What is your perfect pizza topping?&lt;br /&gt;chicken and pineapple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 22: Which do you prefer, hamburger or cheeseburger ?&lt;br /&gt;Cheeseburger because i need fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 23: Have you ever had an all-nighter ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, during my university time. Never stayed up doing assignments or doing revisions though. I used to have all-night talk with my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 24: What is your eye colour ?&lt;br /&gt;Blue..i wish i could say that:p it&#39;s black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 25: Can you taste the difference between Pepsi and Coke?&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi is sweeter than Coke&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Found this accidentally and i&#39;m glad i did! This has to be one of the sweetest picturisation of songs in Tamil. Everything looks so perfect in this clip and Surya&#39;s voice is chanceless :)&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2012/07/whatta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-5480985438442043378</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2012 10:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-02T18:41:10.163+08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy July</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: white; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning something jolted me from sleep. It&#39;s July already! We are stepping into the second half of 2012. It sounds so cliched but time really flies. It seems like someone has pressed the fast forward button in my life (and i think i know the culprit :)) It feels like i just welcomed 2012 with a lot of dreams, anxiety and excitement and it&#39;s already ending (well, almost!) How i wish i can press the &#39;pause&#39; button and enjoy everything around me before being sucked into the ever moving world. &lt;br /&gt;June was very sweet to me. And nothing bigger could  have happened to me! Oh, yeah. I&#39;m a married woman now and gosh! that makes me sound old! On 7th June i, legally became Mrs. A. The feelings is yet to sunk in. And the funny thing is i&#39;m still referred as Ms Ramyah as i have not declared my Registration of Marriage (ROM) to the people around me. Only close friends and family members are aware of it since we are waiting for the traditional wedding in Dec before making it public :) So, i&#39;m married but i&#39;m still single and that&#39;s cool. And my close friends have been pestering me to change my fb status and i think it&#39;s gonna stay for at least another a month. As i went back to school with mehendi on my hands, my students came attacking me with endless questions. In fact few students came to me after class and asked, &quot;teacher are you married or engaged?&quot; and just like a celebrity, i answered &quot; No comments&quot; with a cheeky smile ;) And it&#39;s funny how people can always read my mind from my face as a student asked &quot;Teacher, i think you have met someone. You are glowing and smiling all the time&quot;. Well, i have only 1 person to blame :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.idlehearts.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Somewhere-between-all-our.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://www.idlehearts.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Somewhere-between-all-our.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i went to sign &#39;the big deal&#39; thinking, &quot;it&#39;s just a signature. What&#39;s the big deal?&quot; But the moment i entered the office and the officer started giving marriage advice i felt thousand butterflies in my stomach. It slowly dawned on me that i was getting married and my priorities were changing and it was such an emotional moment for me (mum told later that she got choked up too ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now i&#39;m back to my single life and only when the husband calls i remember my status (and i tell The Husband to ALWAYS remember that he is MARRIED). I&#39;m pretty sure July will disappear very fast and August will come crawling in. And that&#39;s when i&#39;m getting engaged which is another big step (yeah, i know..i&#39;m already married and i&#39;m going to get engaged to my husband..may be i should just put my status as &#39;it&#39;s complicated&#39;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2012/07/happy-july.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-5610349091722619958</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 04:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-12T12:35:20.251+08:00</atom:updated><title>Insufficient Words</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Home wrecker. The name given to the third person in a marriage or relationship. Personally i have never bothered about these people as i have never met one. Whenever i see such characters in movies, i blame them entirely without a second thought for i believe destroying a relationship and betraying someone&#39;s trust is unforgivable. Till i met someone (H) &amp;nbsp;recently...&lt;br /&gt;
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Often we see the first wives as victims and second wives as the monsters. But i came to know from her about the ordeals she has to go because she married an already married guy. I have no right to judge her and thus i would not pass&amp;nbsp;judgement. Of course she knew very well that the guy was married when she fell for him. Love is blind and i guess she thought that the first wife would eventually accept her which is a normal practice in their community.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, things did not go as she expected and the first wife threw a fit upon learning her husband&#39;s second marriage to H. Of course she cannot be blamed as anyone in her position would have done the same. Had she married a &#39;real&#39; guy i think she would not have suffered this much. The husband failed to stand up for her and promised the first wife that he would leave H which of course is a lie to divert his first wife. H got pregnant and again the first wife abused H and poor H&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;to go through the&amp;nbsp;pregnancy all alone. The husband secretly visited his new born daughter just once that too after 3 months. It&#39;s been 5 years and H is still very much with him though he only visits her 2/3 months once without the knowledge of his wife. I felt very sad for her when she said she feels like a mistress and not a wife and her daughter sees the father as a stranger who visits them once in a blue moon. She also showed me the self-inflicted wounds that she has as a result of the innumerable arguments she had with the husband and the first wife.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I believe her biggest mistake was of course the man that she chose. He gave her false hopes and ruined her life. It is very saddening to see educated girls to make such mistakes in life. Life is too precious to be wasted on &amp;nbsp;such spineless people. Of course love is blind but a little bit of common sense would not hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;1. What time is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10.15 p.m&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;2. What type was your first car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Myvi&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;3. If you could have any job, what would it be ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;4.What are you most afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;FROG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;5.What is the last movie you saw in a theater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Seriously..i don&#39;t remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;6. What are four movies you would watch over and over again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;1. Alaipayuthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;2. A moment to Remember (Korean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;3. Just Like Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;4. Avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;5. Tamil Padam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;7. What are four places you have lived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;1. Ayer Tawar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;2. Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;3. Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;4. Kuala Rompin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;8. What are four places you have been on Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;1. Melbourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;2. Whitsundays Islands (The best hitherto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;3. New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;4. Chennai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;9.What are the four places you would rather be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t be at four places at the same time. I wish i was home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;10.Favourite Ice-Cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;My new found love - Drumstick Almond Delight :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;11. What do you do most when you are bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Either i day dream or answer silly questionnaires like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;12. &amp;nbsp; What four still-airing TV shows do you love to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;1. Grey&#39;s Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;2. Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;3. Saravanan- Meenakshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;4.CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;13.Favourite Smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Smell of earth after rain :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;14.Least Favourite Smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2012/04/when-im-bored-beyond-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-7640235406346308334</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2012 13:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-07T22:51:16.647+08:00</atom:updated><title>Crappy Week</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I wish i could erase this week from my memory. What a crappy week! And it&#39;s just Wednesday. Few more days to go and i&#39;m already dreading the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s so difficult when you have to cover the blunders that people around you make. One of my panel members( Teacher A ) forgot (!) to set the exam paper and we came to know about the &#39;absence&#39; of examination papers just 30 minutes before the exam! Everyone panicked and i had to handle the situation as the head of the panel. It&#39;s so difficult to &lt;strike&gt;handle&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;scold your seniors and it&#39;s extra difficult for me as i don&#39;t know how to lash out at people. i remember informing her about her duty 3 weeks before the exam and yet she forgot. And when i questioned her she passed the blame on another teacher ( teacher B) &amp;nbsp;and eventually admitted that she overlooked the matter. So we decided to resolve the matter by setting an instant paper and i thought that was it when Teacher B barged in all teary demanding apology from teacher A for&amp;nbsp;unnecessarily dragging in her name. I was actually stunned at teachers behaving so&amp;nbsp;kiddish. Few colleagues intervened and we managed to calm her down (well, that&#39;s what i thought). Then, i came to know this teacher went to see the Senior Assistant and cried and complained and did all that she could to get the whole school&#39;s attention. Though it was Teacher A&#39;s mistake to have dragged in Teacher B i still can&#39;t justify Teacher B&#39;s reaction to this matter. &amp;nbsp;I wish she could have exhibited some maturity in this matter. I thought &amp;nbsp;i&#39;m very kiddish in handling emotions and these people prove me wrong :) One of my friends was surprised that i did not lash out or get emotional handling the situation. I guess she does not know that i CAN&#39;T lash out at people and that&#39;s why i&#39;m amused to see people screaming at each other in public. Anyways the whole school got to know that issue and everyone was drilling me with the same &quot;what happened&quot;&amp;nbsp;dialogue&amp;nbsp;whole day :(&lt;br /&gt;
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When people around you make a blunder you can cover for them and support them and but when people who are close to you&amp;nbsp;make&amp;nbsp;blunder and it affects someone dear to you what do you do? That&#39;s the &#39;torn-in-between-two&#39; dilemma. If you support one then indirectly you are hurting the other and there is no win-win situation here either. Truth hurts :( Godspeed&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2012/03/crappy-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-4586608615017581431</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2012 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-07T18:13:10.883+08:00</atom:updated><title>Azhaipaya</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Chanced upon this song and love the cute lyrics :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2012/03/azhaipaya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-735529987723462345</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 09:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-04T17:13:15.320+08:00</atom:updated><title>Silence is Not so Golden</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m having the sudden urge to write something but my brain is not co-operating. May be i&#39;m mentally exhausted marking my students&#39;&amp;nbsp;atrocious writings. When i was a student i never detested examinations. I know many of my friends hated me for saying this, but i have always believed exams are fun. But when it&amp;nbsp;stretches to 2nd/3rd week i admit i slightly get annoyed. In fact during my university days i have always preferred tests to&amp;nbsp;assignments. The reason is simple..you can&amp;nbsp;plagiarize your assignments but examinations show what you really have got inside there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward few years, now i detest examinations. My sole reason is it&#39;s boring. As a language teacher my marking is tedious compared to other subjects and i have to mark roughly 300 over scripts. But that&#39;s not the issue here though at times it could be:) I hate invigilating examinations. There is nothing mundane than invigilating. I don&#39;t know if anyone enjoys it. Silence makes me feel&amp;nbsp;awkward, very&amp;nbsp;conscious.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I feel uncomfortable when there is pin drop silence around me. Silence is golden, huh? I feel so restless and bored when the class is so silent. In fact, during my teaching and learning i always make sure my class is not silent by encouraging them to make some &#39;good&#39; noise. While there are people who feel calm and able to do soul-searching in silence, it brings adverse effect to me. My room is never quiet. There is always music in the room and it&#39;s only quiet when i&#39;m in dreamland. The first thing i do when i wake up in the morning is on my laptop and play music. It elevates one&#39;s mood, i think.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only time i wish for silence is when my house owner sings&amp;nbsp;karaoke :) I think he has fixed a CCTV in my room cause his timing is sooo prefect. He sings when i&#39;m having my snooze :(&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2012/03/silence-is-not-so-golden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-472818258491875545</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-27T20:47:15.437+08:00</atom:updated><title>No Title</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Not a big fan of 80&#39;s songs but i was looking for a song and bumped into this one. Sans the hero and heroine, the song is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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RIP- Swarnalatha&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-title.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-5429682535079552454</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-13T23:39:40.754+08:00</atom:updated><title>Love in the Air</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://rlv.zcache.com/nobody_is_perfect_until_you_fall_in_love_with_them_postcard-p239214684599733157z8iat_400.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://rlv.zcache.com/nobody_is_perfect_until_you_fall_in_love_with_them_postcard-p239214684599733157z8iat_400.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.scamtypes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/valentine-trojan.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://www.scamtypes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/valentine-trojan.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It&#39;s that time of the year again. Feb 14 is indeed a very special for some whereas for others it&#39;s just a day all silly people spend their money on bouquets, chocolates and cards in the name of love. No matter what, you cannot escape the love-in-the-air feelings with tv channels competing with each other airing all the love sagas, the mushy fb status, pink colour and heart-shaped gifts and of course the&amp;nbsp;brochures from florists.&lt;br /&gt;
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Personally, Valentine&#39;s Day has always been just another day for me. I have always believed that i am too practical and sensible to fall in love as falling in love means losing your sanity and it&#39;s too good to be true. My only memory of Valentine&#39;s Day is helping my good friend&#39;s boyfriend to deliver a bouquet of roses to her. He was miles away from her and he took a lot of trouble getting a florist to deliver a bouquet of roses to her with a little help from me. Though i was quite amazed at the affection, it also&amp;nbsp;strengthened my belief that love makes you do silly, foolish things.&lt;br /&gt;
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And today my situation is completely different that i shamelessly admit that falling in love is not that bad after all :) I remember reading this somewhere- &quot; Only fools fall in love and i guess i am one of them-. I still believe love makes you do silly things but if it can keep you happy then what&#39;s wrong with it?&lt;br /&gt;
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I came across this in a blog and i&#39;m pretty sure it&#39;s a great read for those who are still undecided between crush and love&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Top Ten Ways to Know You’re In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;1. You’re in love if you think about them all of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well yah, I didn’t say that everything on this list would be profound or anything. This one is a no-brainer. If you love someone, they’re going to be in your thoughts all the time. In fact, you won’t be able to get them out of your head. Look at the rest of the indicators before coming to a conclusion, though, because this one could also mean that you’re just plain nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;2. You’re in love if everything reminds you of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Someone asks you to pass the ketchup and it reminds you of them. A flock of geese fly overhead and it reminds you of them. You get the picture. Oh, and for some reason, when you’re in love it seems like every new person you meet or see on TV or hear a story about has the same name as the person you’re in love with. I don’t know why that is, it just happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;3. You’re in love if you care more about their safety and happiness than you do about your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For some weird and inexplicable reason, the whole “looking out for number one” thing you’ve been doing your whole life desolves away and gets replaced by an overwhelming urge to make sure that special person is as safe, comfortable and happy as possible. No, I’m serious. This totally because your number one priority. It’s kind of like getting super powers, in a way; you’d be amazed at what little-old-you is capable of when you’re trying to protect or provide for the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;4. You’re in love if you start caring more about your own appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Suddenly, without warning, you find yourself wanting to actually&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;iron&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;the wrinkled jeans that have been sitting in the dryer for the last three days&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;before&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;you wear them. If you’re about to see that person who you can’t get out of your mind, there suddenly seems to be a whole lot of reflective surfaces around to check yourself out in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;5. You’re in love if you’re actually interested in knowing more about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You can forget about the days when you went home from a date remembering absolutely nothing about the interests, career and dreams of the person you went out with. Finding out all about this fantastic person is your new favorite thing to do. If you could find a book detailing every minute detail of their life, you wouldn’t sleep or eat until you read every last paragraph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;6. You’re in love if you want to impress them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You’ve always tried to be modest, but suddenly you feel like you’re a politician fighting to win the most important election ever in the history of the universe. You make sure that the faded newspaper article about you winning your third-grade spelling bee is left nonchalantly on the coffeetable when they come to visit. And you keep them as far as possible from that great aunt who loves to tell all of the embarrassing stories about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;7. You’re in love if you aren’t as tight with your money or time anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There was a time when the idea of shelling out your hard-earned money to buy someone dinner or a gift would have horrified you. Sure, you would buy an occasional round for your friends or bring grandma flowers on her birthday, but spending any more money than absolutely necessary just wasn’t going to happen. But now, no price seems too high as long as it makes that special someone happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;8. You’re in love if hanging out with your friends just isn’t as appealing any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Remember when you and your friends made fun of the former buddy who ditched your gang to hang out with their new boyfriend or girlfriend? And when the thought of abandoning your friends to spend time with a member of the opposite sex seemed like sacrelige? Well you can try to deny it all you want, but you’re finding yourself constantly thinking about being with that special someone . . . even when you’re surrounded by your buddies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;9. You’re in love if commitment is actually starting to sound like something you could stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;commit to something that requires you to be faithful and responsible? Oh, the horror! What strange, evil spell has been cast upon you that would actually make you&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;about a long-term relationship or even marriage with someone? Did someone slip something into your drink? Are you going insane? No. You’re probably in love, knucklehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;10. You’re in love if you just aren’t noticing other members of the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Oh, the people you used to stare at are still there . . . you just aren’t noticing them anymore. For some bizarre reason, that special someone has suddenly become infinitely more attractive to you than any other person on the face of the planet. People who you used to think were good-looking suddenly pale in comparison to the one you’ve found yourself falling in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;1. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Ippadi Mazhai adithal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;2. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;fish crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;3. Last person you hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I think my mum and that was a week ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;4. How is the weather right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Too hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;5. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;My brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;6. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;7. Favorite type of food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Chinese/soups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;8. Do you wear contacts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;When i have ample of time and enormous level of patience..yes i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;9. Favorite season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Spring!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;10. Have you ever cried over a love lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;never had a chance&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;11. Last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Vettai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;12. What books are you reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I wish i had the time. I&#39;m yet to touch Jan edition of Reader&#39;s Digest :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;13. Piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Already have and now thinking of getting nose piercings. But the request has been declined :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;14. What were you doing before filling this out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;was talking to my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;15. Favorite animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;puppy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;16. Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;mango lassi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;17. Favorite flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Of course Rose/jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;18. Who would you like to see right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;There are few people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;19. What color are your bedroom walls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;pink and purple :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;20. Do you like to travel by plane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Oh Yes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;21. If you could go to any place right now where would you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;22. Are you missing someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Yes:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;23. Are you hiding something from someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;hmm...i&#39;m hiding something from many people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;24. What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;of course my picture... self-obsessed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;25. Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;not really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;26. 3 things you can&#39;t live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;things? my handphone, laptop and of course food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;27. Favorite songs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;too many..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;28. What are you afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;FROG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;29. Are you giver or a taker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I think i&#39;m a giver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;30. First thing you&#39;ll save in a fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;myself!! told you i&#39;m self-obsessed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;31.What are the things you always bring with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;purse and handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;32.What did you want to be when you were a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;33. Three places you want to visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Kerala, Paris and Mauritius&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;34. Your 3 weaknesses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;compromise too much, gullible and easily stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;35. Your 3 strengths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;accommodating and ...??? I&#39;m not a perfect person&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2012/02/another-fun-questionnaire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-3368116966746703935</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 10:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-10T17:11:28.907+08:00</atom:updated><title>Dainty Dimple</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS2IsfG84gZPZLuweemjpT_HbQrw3CQ31E_x1Ns5n-oweauhEzb&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS2IsfG84gZPZLuweemjpT_HbQrw3CQ31E_x1Ns5n-oweauhEzb&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was aimlessly stalking people&#39;s fb when i came across a status update which said &quot; I&#39;m cute because i have dimple!&quot;. Voila! i got my inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;
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Personally i &lt;strike&gt;love &amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;like looking at people with dimple. It somehow makes them look sooo..sweet regardless of their size, colour or shape. Dimples add cuteness and you can&#39;t resist but admiring the tiny dimples that appear when the person smiles. I&#39;m pretty sure everyone has a list of &#39;corrections&#39; that one wants to do to his/her face ( i have a long list :p) The first and foremost &#39;correction&#39; that i have always wanted is dimple. I used to feel bad that i don&#39;t have dimple. And believe me i tried sucking in my cheeks while smiling and &#39;drilling&#39; my cheeks with fingers every morning with the hope of getting dimple. Since the mission failed, i have started admiring people with dimples instead. These are the popular faces that i admire for their dimples.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS2IsfG84gZPZLuweemjpT_HbQrw3CQ31E_x1Ns5n-oweauhEzb&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Preity Zinta is more popular for her dimple than her acting prowess. Though after numerous plastic surgeries she looks ..duh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://images.fandango.com/images/commentator/kirstendunst1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://images.fandango.com/images/commentator/kirstendunst1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;245&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Kirsten Dunst - I am no big fan of her but that dimple is &#39;wow&#39;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.uploadmega.com/images/actors/Shahrukh_Khan/Shahrukh_Khan.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Shahrukh khan - now he is looking like an uncle but i still admire that dimple :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;And THE WINNER is.... Jericho Rosales. I used to drool over him during my college days. I was browsing the channels when i suddenly caught his smile in a Tagalog serial on tv and i started following it till the end. I was soon joined by my sister and when i went to college i was pleasantly surprised to meet more of his fans who had all his movie/serial collection . And thanks to them, i have watched almost all of his works :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2012/01/dainty-dimple.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOOQ5QRPwUKOrQAMAGH1pWsSlmUpw2FL37YeiwmPyuYS8U5M3wahIX7jvWiIKToBShcVfbXyZJzZ5oGFJFdVyC2MGH3QXt99N5DigiEl_wLphjezHh9qYzybW8TbAC-XCnq25qd0rSIdg/s72-c/Shahrukh_Khan.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-6918483757231479351</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 07:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-01T15:14:38.901+08:00</atom:updated><title>2012- A New Beginning</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBNKSwPrT4M/TvQPX0NQuDI/AAAAAAAAA58/41TV0kvkLNQ/s1600/happy+2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;221&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBNKSwPrT4M/TvQPX0NQuDI/AAAAAAAAA58/41TV0kvkLNQ/s320/happy+2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wishing you all a very blessed 2012. A lovely song to start the new year:)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-new-beginning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBNKSwPrT4M/TvQPX0NQuDI/AAAAAAAAA58/41TV0kvkLNQ/s72-c/happy+2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-2446846416734407499</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2011 12:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-01T11:46:07.150+08:00</atom:updated><title>2011- The End</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;In few hours we will be welcoming 2012. Time really flies.&amp;nbsp; Just like the years before, 2011 has given some beautiful and some not-so-beautiful memories. Whatever it is, life has to go on and we cannot freeze the moments no matter how beautiful they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;On professional front,&amp;nbsp; January 2011 gave me a big blow when my &lt;s&gt;principal &lt;/s&gt;Evil Lady (EL) refused to grant &amp;nbsp;me permission to further my studies. I was so excited when I received the offer letter from UM in Dec 2010 and was preparing for an adventurous and exciting campus life when&amp;nbsp; EL stepped in and spoilt my plans. It took me awhile to accept the rejection and I guess God has better plans for me. As for her, just months after I withdrew from my programme, she went away to another school on transfer. The latest news I heard, she is having hard time at the new school as the staffs have no respect for her. I have only one thing to say …it’s KARMA (especially when you break an innocent soul’s heart&amp;nbsp; :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;2011 marked my second year in teaching and I learned more about my colleagues this year probably because I am no longer a fresher &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; For someone who easily trust people, I learned a lot this year. I have learned that people have few faces and what you see is not what you get. Being a naïve person, it took me awhile to realise that some colleagues have been taking advantage on me. But anyways that is life and you will see all kind of people in life. I am lucky that I have few friends who knock some sense into me whenever someone is trying to push their workload to me. Hopefully, in 2012 I’ll know how to ‘read’ people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;2011 has been too kind to me on the personal front.&amp;nbsp; After years of struggle,&amp;nbsp; all three of us have graduated successfully.&amp;nbsp; My brother graduated in May in Melaka and that granted us the much-awaited family time. It felt good that we could spend quality time together after sooo long. Despite the fun and exhilaration, this vacation would certainly be unforgettable for me as I lost my favourite gold earring. My mum still has not forgiven me for that &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;My sister graduated in November and we had another fantastic family trip to Sabah. Family trips are energy boosters. They keep you away from the mad world and pamper the kid in you &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;2011 Deepavali has to be the best I ever had in years. After almost 6 years, we celebrated Deepavali together as a complete family and we had a blast. In fact we wanted to have a grand celebration to make up for the lost years&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;And just when I am thinking it can’t get bigger than this, God is insisting on showering more blessing and who am I to resist? November has always been my favourite month as it is my month but now I have more reasons to cherish it. Past 3 months have been very special and if this is a preview of what 2012 holds for me, then I can’t wait for 2012 &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming soon : 2011 - A recap :)&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2011/12/random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-4191701932599512713</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 08:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-14T16:29:24.456+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Dreaded Call</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR4BbZssWT7kF-aYsa1eIW1eEvWt6OEdW4KwrEJhurQD5LBLlaS_VxOD7yP&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR4BbZssWT7kF-aYsa1eIW1eEvWt6OEdW4KwrEJhurQD5LBLlaS_VxOD7yP&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If there is a call that i dread the most, it has to be from my school. I have been working for 2 years and everytime &#39;school&#39; appears on my phone screen my heart thumps ( no&amp;nbsp;exaggeration..seriously). It is most probably because i associate &#39;school&#39; with more work. Everytime i receive call from school, either i&#39;ll have to dig out an old students record which God-Only -Knows or collect school fee from some really stubborn students. And most of the times, i purposely avoid answering these calls. Then, after 30 minutes i go to office and enquire regarding the call. It&#39;s not the task that i avoid but the call. Don&#39;t ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;
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But one can&#39;t be lucky all the time. Yesterday my phone screen was blinking and i answered the call despite knowing it&#39;s from school. I was expecting them to tell me not to come back early to school due to the flood. BUT...it seems the meeting has been&amp;nbsp;rescheduled and i have to report to school on 27th Dec. I was tongue-tied that i could not say anything! So now i have to cut short my holiday which i don&#39;t mind at all. But the real problem is spending 6 days at Rompin doing nothing. Now that&#39;s &lt;strike&gt;difficult&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;torture.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2011/12/dreaded-call.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-5288198009364922194</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2011 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-06T10:20:46.855+08:00</atom:updated><title>How True!</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.smilespedia.com/wp-content/gallery/smilespedia/pua.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://www.smilespedia.com/wp-content/gallery/smilespedia/pua.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-true.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-8972638898479816203</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-19T22:18:02.262+08:00</atom:updated><title>Stress..anyone?</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://warisanchanteq.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/stress.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;231&quot; src=&quot;http://warisanchanteq.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/stress.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;No.. i am not asking you to leave. Do spend few minutes here and you &amp;nbsp;might get stressed too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Before you jump into any conclusion ..no.. i am not stressed. I know that because i don&#39;t blog when i am under stress. So, what do you do when you are driven up the wall? I don&#39;t chew people&#39;s head and i don&#39;t yell but i certainly have my way of handling it..quite ineffectively though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;1. I am stressed. Where is my bed? I need to sleep!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wethepeeps.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/crying-baby-272x300.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://www.wethepeeps.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/crying-baby-272x300.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;That is something that comes naturally to me. So when i am under immense stress, grief and i just sit and cry and cry as that gives a sense of escapism. It feels as though the pressure comes out in the form of tears and usually i feel relieved afterwards. But still it comes with a hefty price..puffy eyes and swollen face which cannot be covered even with the best make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;3. I am done with crying. So, it&#39;s time to recharge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Then i write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Cb_t7BLaIA/TRppqlb-ujI/AAAAAAAABxc/4q-Vh4br78o/s1600/Cat+Writing.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Cb_t7BLaIA/TRppqlb-ujI/AAAAAAAABxc/4q-Vh4br78o/s320/Cat+Writing.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;If you think i torment others through my writing..no i don&#39;t do that.Well, at least not that often. When i am under immense stress, i write notes or poems. But those are exclusively personal as i grab any paper that can &amp;nbsp;and start writing or venting my feelings. Then, i chuck it aside and then another paper and then chuck it too. And eventually, when i am all cool and chill, i will read my ramblings, laugh at my silliness and tear to pieces (so that the garbage collectors don&#39;t read them) and throw them away. I don&#39;t keep anything that would make me sad and all weepy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.etsu.edu/tips/pictures/Stress-ZebraStripes.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://www.etsu.edu/tips/pictures/Stress-ZebraStripes.jpg&quot; width=&quot;256&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So next time you are stressed and you want to deal with it your own way, just remember there are people crazier than you with weird stress management techniques.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2011/09/stressanyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5RO9AyOq0OjjdPsksActJEGCHgm0zPfFaEAS8NAy6sf0Ybk5pMV3AWVJay50XC3cH543kSCawL-lIqhyphenhyphengr4Eyu-B0DjoN_cwY-fZ42xmUByyfYUnx7-TORuJNXNs4b3HZvpAXCQXAm8/s72-c/securedownload+(3).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-489342215230844783.post-5926243436636647688</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 09:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-02T17:32:42.576+08:00</atom:updated><title>Little Rascals</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSOGn65medpN-IU-5l9oqU3Ffwfyv28I1dSxVHUyvb1tWIfn-uSlHODzzjxCw&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;395&quot; src=&quot;http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSOGn65medpN-IU-5l9oqU3Ffwfyv28I1dSxVHUyvb1tWIfn-uSlHODzzjxCw&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://img594.imageshack.us/img594/5645/teacher.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;225&quot; src=&quot;http://img594.imageshack.us/img594/5645/teacher.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More often than not we hear about impish kids and their never ending escapades. Especially me being a teacher, i witness such rascals almost everyday and sometimes it drives me bonkers.Kids nowadays are intolerable and parents are not helping either. I choose not to acknowledge the generation gap that exists between my students and I.Well, i&#39;m just few years older than them. So , there hardly could be a generation gap :p&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike a few years ago, kids nowadays are well-versed in everything which is the core problem. Their expertise does not stop with academic performance alone! Or else how do i explain the girls with the &#39;swollen&#39; bellies in my school and boys with red and teary eyes who always live in a different world. This year i am given a last class which is&amp;nbsp;extremely challenging. As i am not used to teach such classes, i was totally lost for the first 2 months. I didn&#39;t know where to start and how to handle them. I didn&#39;t know what would attract them and what not.The boys would run away from the class and i would do the detective job by finding them and dragging them back to class.No i am NOT joking!&amp;nbsp;It was exasperating. The more i show my claws more rebellious they were.Ignoring them was not helping them. Then, eventually i decided to follow the Gandhian way :) Ahimsa.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started smiling more in the class. And i tell you, it&#39;s such a dangerous thing to do in the class because the male students are infamous perverts. They view porn as we watch serials and they do so at home with a company. No price for guessing. Yeah THE FATHER! So i used to get warning from other female teachers not to stand too close to the students or let them come near me in the pretext of clearing their doubts. Eventually, i got the hang of it. I smile often, praise the students for the dumb answers they give me, give them year 2/3 work (they are Form 4 students), give them money when they score 10 in their spelling and tell jokes. Everything and anything to keep them in class. And i proudly admit that it works though sometimes my temper flares up and i pounce on them :) Once i was casually talking and mentioned &quot; I know you don&#39;t like me teaching you and you are silently cursing me but i have to teach you this..blah..blah&quot; and one of the notorious student asked me &quot;What made you think we don&#39;t like you? That might not be the truth&quot;. I just gave him a smile. Remember always smile and maintain your poise:)&lt;br /&gt;
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They could be intolerably rude and devilish but they have their own reasons for such behaviour. And family is the first reason. Most of this naughty students are from broken, poverty stricken families. Unlike the good students who are tight lipped about their family problems, these students are not bothered to hide the truth about their families. This happened to my colleague. When she asked a boy about his mother&#39;s particulars he casually said &quot; I don&#39;t know who is her current partner. She follows any guy&quot;. Since they are deeply hurt, they find solace in school and enjoy the attention given to them in school.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s with &amp;nbsp;poor students. I am tutoring the daughter of one of the richest guys in this place and she is no different either. This is really Kaliyug because parents are so scared of their children. During my time, when i rebel (which i used to do a lot), a tight slap would keep me grounded. My mother was too generous with her beatings and i dared not to mess around. This student of mine could be so lazy at times and she would cook up silly reasons for not doing her homework. Finally, i had it enough and complained to her mother. Much to my amazement, the mother asked if i could do anything to eradicate the laziness because she cannot scold her daughter as the&amp;nbsp;daughter&amp;nbsp;would scream at her!! Reversed roles?? She was afraid that the daughter would talk back and might do something to tarnish the image of the family. So, she told me that she gives me all the&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp;to scold or punish the girl.WTH&lt;br /&gt;
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And just two days ago, another student of mine drove me up the wall and i called the mother (i was tutoring her at her place). The mother came in shouted something at the girl ( they speak Chinese) and the girl refused to look at her mother. Finally, the mother snatched the books from the daughter and threw it outside the house. And guess what the girl did? She coolly took another book and pretended reading it (oh yeah she is just 11). The angry mother snatched the book and took girl&#39;s school bag and threw it outside the house! Finally, the girl budged and ran out screaming to rescue her school bag. Then, the mother took her cane and i closed the door not wanting to see that episode. After an eternity, the mother returned the cane and no exaggeration ..the cane was out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know what is wrong with the kind of upbringing the children are having nowadays. Such kids when they come to school gonna make our life hell!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://tinybrainthinks.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-rascals.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ramyah)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>