<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:37:29.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omnes feriunt, ultima necat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-2905551877452741142</id><published>2008-07-13T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:34:05.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqW0geLSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JhFhUXfF8Gk/s1600-h/DSCN7611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222652546703379026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqW0geLSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JhFhUXfF8Gk/s320/DSCN7611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since B.Z requested it, here it is... the pic of the house, which I think is not as spacious as it looks. Come on, ARGUE with me. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides this, there are also other photos for you to burn your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyes out! Enjoy¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqYVze0VWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VP_xoalYV1w/s1600-h/DSCN7614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222654218253653346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqYVze0VWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VP_xoalYV1w/s320/DSCN7614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqYWZ1AvPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rDIywD98q1A/s1600-h/DSCN7616.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this pic isn't that clear, but you 8should* be able to see the outline.... of the basement, which is unbearably cold and eerie with the lights off at night. It has this weird earthly scent too... not unpleasant but unusual. Meh, do all basements come with this feature? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqcOmnUQZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GLHYWiahko8/s1600-h/DSCN7617.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqcN6YJuJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uXY0Z113z8g/s1600-h/DSCN7615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222658480712300690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqcN6YJuJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uXY0Z113z8g/s320/DSCN7615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND THIS " GARDEN" IS TOO SMALL TO PLANT ANY TREE. There. My point is proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqcOWxTqZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TYJyNEKvjeg/s1600-h/DSCN6800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222658488334002578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqcOWxTqZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TYJyNEKvjeg/s320/DSCN6800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something which I wanted to show for a super extended period of time... until I forgot about it. =X This is the road during a particularly vicious snowstorm.. and you would be driving on top of snow instead of termac. Eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqcOmnUQZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GLHYWiahko8/s1600-h/DSCN7617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222658492587065746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqcOmnUQZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GLHYWiahko8/s320/DSCN7617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drawn with pen, year 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all of my good buddies and random people, this is an example of what I have been doing to improve my art. It's not very clear ( I'm a cam-noob) , but you should get the overall picture. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Due to said noobness, I couldn't get the whole picture without the wolf seeming slanted ( I drew it on 2 pages) . Oh yeah, if you see anyone using this pic, flame them for me. :3 Then tell me after. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Property rights, etc,etc,etc. :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqYWZ1AvPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rDIywD98q1A/s1600-h/DSCN7616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222654228547288306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqYWZ1AvPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rDIywD98q1A/s320/DSCN7616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, just for randomness, my bed. Recognize the doggy anyone? Since they apparently do not seel blosters here.... that or I haven't found a shop that does so yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, that's too many photos for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-2905551877452741142?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/2905551877452741142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=2905551877452741142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/2905551877452741142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/2905551877452741142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_waFTFeoi4Ho/SHqW0geLSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JhFhUXfF8Gk/s72-c/DSCN7611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-2422776057685722192</id><published>2008-07-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:13:28.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah. All of sudden, my exams are OVER and summer starts, so basically i'm on holiday until Sept. Of course, exams are really short, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally getting out of my uncle's house.... living with them was a pain as they had so many undesirable habits , of which some border on unsanitary. Aunt drinks coffee in the toliet. O.o If your jaws are dropping, I don't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like my parents could've done a better job for the moving. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eg, MAKING THE BLOODY PLACE LIVABLE BEFORE SENDING US THERE.&lt;/span&gt; This means making sure some furniture, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;beds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CONNECTIONS and kitchen wise partly settled. When we did move in, the beds were arriving that day itself, and the service was horrendous. Some bangla came to move in the beds, but they only sent one measly person ( that being the bangla ). Not trying to be racist, but 80%-90% of the bad service and experiences I have so far involves people who orginated from there. == SO I CAN'T HELP ASSOCIATING THEM WITH DISASTERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Moving on, my mom had to help that guy move the pieces up the stairs, and the company hadn't even sent all of the things they ordered, and PLANNED TO DELAY IT. It did come though, and we had to assemble the stuff before sleep time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the appetizer, the main course had yet to arrive. Regarding the oh-so-fucking-fabulous service of ROGERS, I have nothing to say but this: if they are the epitome of service, WWIII should be starting somewhere about... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're a type of communications company and basically responsible for phone, internet, cable tv. Once again, a lone guy came to set the stuff up, but he didn't finish as there was a problem. Ok. Tried calling the company and ended up being held and transferred the whole bloody day before getting told that someone would come in tmrw to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Nobody came, called again, only to find out that we had to book an appointment in order for them to come down and fix it on &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt; Damn you bunch of underevolved neophytes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So now there's only cable and the phone working, the modems/routers seem to be pretty crappy as well. == Here I am borrowing bandwidth from a free source, which seems to be unavailable to my laptop at the most randomest times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's basically it for the house. And my uncle is shifting some of his stuff to store it here, in the garage , like some kind of Home Dept, only we're not selling anything.&lt;br /&gt;This goes to my aunt, who had the perfect logic of buying furniture before the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though today's Canada Day, it's kinda redundant for me. National days seem to be the same everywhere, fireworks is always included, though for 2-4 hours is not what I had in mind. Of course, when you're volunteering and doing directions for parking with delusional idiots who think that having 3 kids is considered a disability( so as to have good lots), Canada Day seems pretty bleak. Free shirts are always a plus, now that I can't wear those clothes that definitely do not qualify for outside wear at home anymore, since they're all back in Sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Char is able to go back where I can't . WAHH!!! Probably next year though...where you guys will be having "A" levels and thus not so much going out opportunites. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, don't get too stressed, brain gets cracked. Though &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;of you certainly seem to enjoy it. *hint**hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random stuff: Laura knew what she was talking about. Tokio Hotel is HOT. Or more like half of them....  xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-2422776057685722192?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/2422776057685722192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=2422776057685722192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/2422776057685722192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/2422776057685722192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/07/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-6513734176056258631</id><published>2008-05-17T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:29:14.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah. What's upwith blogspot putting every single thing in CHINESE whenever I try to log in?&lt;br /&gt;Does it know I'm Chinese? Either way, that's another pain on my list. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last episode of &lt;em&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/em&gt; was on Thur, I think. But nooo, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;somebody &lt;/span&gt;had to watch &lt;em&gt;Monk/ 5th grader&lt;/em&gt;. ( Note, to disrupt your imagination, &lt;em&gt;Monk&lt;/em&gt; is not a spiritual show )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Movies to watch when I have time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Ironman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Batman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Narnia? ( heard it was good )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Too much deadlines on every single subject, most of which are extremely useless. What's the point of doing homework if the teacher doesn't even check them? Dumb assignments in which the teacher refuses to help you on. Art, unfortunately, has been one hell of a mess, with 3 major items going on... video project, final piece and an upcoming test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The video's the worst, with only a week to shoot , while the final piece is a MASSIVE painting,   roughly 80 by 60 cm, or 1.5 drawing blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, there's also a grafitti workshop of sorts on Thurs, I have to skip 1/2 of school for that. Of course, I'm HAPPY, but might be missing material which will be a pain to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should really change the school system. 1 hr and 15 mins of class, only 30 mins are even useful. In the case of physics, he manages to lose the entire class in translation within 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much things, too little time. No wonder coffee is beginning to be my best friend. Then again, I think it always was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-6513734176056258631?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/6513734176056258631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=6513734176056258631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/6513734176056258631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/6513734176056258631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/05/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-8991946464363650400</id><published>2008-04-11T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:17:58.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. It's been a pretty long time... I had so many things to do, I just kind of -accidentally-purposely-felt like ignoring this mini self diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to stress yourself out is NOT a good idea. Having 1249127694619 things like take photography courses, entering 2 contests of which I've given up in one due to lack of time, technical support and skills, polishing drawing skills, maintaining good grades,  to do at the same time is not so good either.  I've been acting &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cracked &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for the past few days... people were kind enough to point that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Having said, there are soccer tryouts which I do want to attend, if not for the fact that they clash with the lessons and my physical state has dropped to like a 500 kg mass of human.  For the tryouts, we had to run 4 laps ( roughly 400 m each, or so I'm told), in 8 minutes, sprint and do other running activities besides the actual game tryout. After 2 days of such * cough*abuse*cough*, my legs now feel like I'm an octogenarian, A.K.A , old hag with reumatism. REAlly wondering if I should go on for the other tryouts.... Other considerations include severe lack of skill. HELLO, I WANT ROCK CLIMBING/KAYAKING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another more pressing matter is the alarming drop of my grades. Though I'm sure 3% overall drop in avg doesn't worry you guys too much ( no thanks to that physics test, which made me drop from 96% to 88% &gt;=[ ), the aim of getting 90% avg seems so elusive. Math isn't exactly going peachy either,  due to the eternal evil influence of FUNCTIONS. That ******* subject.  In this situation, the Singapore kiasuness inadvertantly comes out. Of course, the possible medal/certificate that comes with min 90% avg doesn't go with it, don't you think? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer is likely to interfere with all of this..... but I'm wondering if I should still go for it...... It's likely though, that my choice will stray to the books. Blame Singapore's ingrained obsessiveness with academcis. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent event: Pearson idol. Honsetly, being a judge is hard. I support Simon , because he clearly doesn't care much about public opinion. Some, no, MOST of the contestants waver between average and and not so average. If I were the judge, I would tell them that the only job their likely to get in singing is at the deaf insitution. People, if you can't reach high notes, don't. Others will sue you for ear surgery costs.&lt;br /&gt; Upon reflecting, it simply cemented my beliefs of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;audience rigged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talent shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-8991946464363650400?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/8991946464363650400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=8991946464363650400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/8991946464363650400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/8991946464363650400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/04/whooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-731109307322995131</id><published>2008-03-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:18:50.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank God (literally), beacuse living in a Christain dominated country ( or so i think), leads to me having almost all Christain related holidays!!!! =DDD  Which in turn led to having Fri and Mon off this weekend. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to attend my aunt godson's b-day yesterday, or if you prefer, my aunt's close friend's son's b-day yesterday, which only served to cement my current thoughts on children. The son, Jonathan, aged 5, is as well behaved as a bull with a pin in it's butt, which is NOT at all. The little mongrel whines and bawls when he doesn't get his way, especially in the arena of competition known as games.&lt;br /&gt; When his mom cracked open the pinata, he bawled his eyes out and complained that he wasn't the one to break it. He, sorry, IT, likes jumping around like a donkey on crack. It disgusts me to see other people tumbling and scrambling to fufil that brat's complaints. I think I have never saw a more loathing sight in my life. I have other things to say about this more humanised version of Gollum, but have decided that it was not worth the effort writing about such an organism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, it reminds me of the pinata the kids were smacking about yesterday. After seeing them play, I realized that I have &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO CHILDHOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kudos to those who already guessed it. I never done that type of things when I was young, so I wholly blame my parents for leaving me this way. Anyway, if I had to play with such a mutt like that, I just might puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sunday. I attempted to run around the carpark to try and regain my stamina. Then I started getting this cold, numb feeling in my chest and throat area, like something being pressed onto it. Figures it's the cold air that made me felt like I was having cardiac arrest. == Guess I have to wait until summer before I try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-731109307322995131?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/731109307322995131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=731109307322995131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/731109307322995131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/731109307322995131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-god-literally-beacuse-living-in.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-4797435273689719960</id><published>2008-03-14T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:54:17.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop it. Stop treating me like a 5 year old. Stop surpressing me. Stop haranguing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call this 'getting out of hand'? You call this ' growing wild'? You haven't seen anything yet. This is resonable, yet you act as if I was commiting a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; crime.  Is it wrong to go out with new people? Is it wrong to try and improve my social life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you blame me and make me feel I am inadequate, I tolerate it.  Dig my nails into my flesh. It leaves scars, but I don't care. It's a form of tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call this ' going out of control'? I'll take what you say. I'll store it, as I already have.  It's not good for me, I know. But who cares? One day, it'll blow up in your damned face, covering&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; with lava and hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-4797435273689719960?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/4797435273689719960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=4797435273689719960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/4797435273689719960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/4797435273689719960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-it.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-1202270151828005339</id><published>2008-03-11T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:47:36.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's up with doctors??? I went for a med check up on Sunday and had to take a blood test, height and weight( no, i'm NOT TELLING~~~~  =P) among other things. For the blood test, the attendant did a pretty shoddy job. After she pricked my arm, the incision still left a nasty blotch on the inside of my arm. That's besides drawing 4 vials of blood from me. I don't dig the experience, since she was drawing blood as if I was a cow or something. What's even worse is that she tried to draw Teri's blood, but didn't notice that she was palid. As in, skin= lip colour pale. She tried for about 2 times ( meaning 2 pokes on her arm) before my dad notified the doctor and he stopped her. Quite a good thing, if not I'm certain she would have &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fainted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, the youngest one was all bravado when it came to her jab, then she went to cry into my dad's embrace. So much for the 6 year old's omninescence. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom weent for an ECG, the electrical device that measures your heart rate..... she says it doesn't hurt, but I don't believe her. I'm not looking forward to one anytime of my life. I mean, being shocked has to hurt on some level, being mentally, physically or maybe even spiritually.....&lt;br /&gt;Ok, when she took it, I was remembering Homer Simpson's own self shocking experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to attend some digital studio thing at Toronto reference library. It's in Yonge, which is downtown... so had to catch a bus and the sub. Not bad, since the instructor was pretty quirky( he hates floppies and the fact that his Mac had recently died) and fun, but learned things pretty &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;slowly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please save me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sister no 3 and 4 have gone on an Avril Lavigne/ Simple Plan spree. I knew putting the songs on my laptop 342628746 years ago was a bad idea. A very bad idea. SAVE MMIIEEEE~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-1202270151828005339?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/1202270151828005339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=1202270151828005339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/1202270151828005339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/1202270151828005339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-up-with-doctors-i-went-for-med.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-6710693207570765303</id><published>2008-03-08T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:33:39.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been pretty boring and stuff. I'll try to make this seem interesting. Try being the main word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I didn't realize how sharp my nails apparantly were. Last Fri/Thur/Wed, not sure when, I accidentally scratched my friend's chin while mock strangling her after a game for attempted deceit. Then the others saw that I scratched her, and it was BLEEDING. O.o   Anyway, it has beens aid that it looks like a perfect imprint of my nail than a scratch. New discovery no1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I GOT PHOTOSHOP. =D Now I have to practice..which is a pain.==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) New experience.The school gives gum on 'dubble bubble' day, where we bubble(ie, shade) our course choices for next year on a sheet. The gum sucked though......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The internet still sucks....no improvement here...... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) WHO THE HELL GAVE MY PHYSICS *cough*teacher*cough* A TEACHING CERTIFICATE?!?!?!?! Bloody troglodytes.... Seriously. He.cannot.teach. Just like Ms Soh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The music is from some game. I'M NOT GOING WEIRD YOU *&lt;a href="mailto:*%#$%@%"&gt;%#$%@%&lt;/a&gt;#. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Hoping to get a job. Then I can have my own money in which to do more things to infuriate my parents. =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Daylight saving time? Since it is going into spring.... weird. Then again, Sg was 24/7, 365 days of minimum 20 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Boring eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-6710693207570765303?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/6710693207570765303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=6710693207570765303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/6710693207570765303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/6710693207570765303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-pretty-boring-and-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-4676138733997274816</id><published>2008-02-22T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:03:07.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had laksa for dinner today. It's actually palatable, something I would scarf down. Maybe it's because it's from a Malaysian/Singaporean stall. The funny thing is, I don't particularly like laksa, even in xin chai poh, because the gravy from the various stalls will taste too milky/sour/weird/expired.....and because I keep in comparing the dish to the one sold when I was in primary school. NOTHING beats that one. =D    The version of the dish sold here in that particular stall actually tasted pretty similar to the one that I like. =D    Even my stringent uncle liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really update much, due to other concentrations and the snatching competition that happens everyday b/w my family members.  I really hate it, I want a personal computer/laptop/tablet that I can junk my things on. It's not like I can rip the computer into half and it'll multiply like some miscelleanous bacteria. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found some similarity regarding people here and those back home. WHY IS IT WHEN I CUT MY HAIR THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS?!?!?!?!?  &lt;br /&gt; Common comments are:  Hey, you cut your hair..it's nice..etcetcetc. =X&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I like it, though my family says it looks pretty similar to my old one, but is it out of pure courtesy that you all say so?   I can go get a buzzcut and people will still say the same thing. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to do some things in the summer, mainly learn some god damn languages coz the sch requires G9 in order to proceed( to hell with you guys), get a job(for clothes, movies, earrings and more piercings xD ), and improve my drawing skills. The problem is that of four wheels, since my Dad has the car and I'm not certified to drive all by my lonesome yet. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While stoning away in math class today, I discovered 5 &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;reasons for not handing in your homework:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My goat ate it. Unfortunately, it's only viable on farms. Perhaps my 6 month old sister/brother/monster ate it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I left it at home. When teacher queries further, say something along the lines of : Do you want me to run home and get it?  Do it with a slight angry tone, as if you're angry that the teacher doesn't trust you.   My classmate actually attempted it in math. She gloated afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Note: May not work on all teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  If said homework is a worksheet of sorts, say that you've accidentally soaked the paper and now the words and such are illegible to the normal, sane human mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The old shredder excuse. I think most school offices have one.... make sure you have an office personnel as a 'witness'. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My fave.  I was trying to save paper. In this sudden Green wave, it is reasonable and environmentally considerate to try and cut down our carbon footprints, every day there are rainforests the size of football fields being cut down due to our excessive usage of paper, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outcomes is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;        a) Teacher believes you&lt;br /&gt;        b) Teacher laughs/smiles/enjoys the smart ass act, so gives a warning&lt;br /&gt;        c) Teacher is not amused and gives you detention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: as option c) is the most likely, the author is not responsible for any mishaps you may face. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To ms yanti: it's fine you read my blog as long as you don't blab( I know you!!!!) to other teachers. xD&lt;br /&gt;PPS: TO LIYANA AND MICHELLE : What&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friends you two are. Note, I said that with sarcasm, as happy, hyper ex-debaters are likely to take this in the wrong way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-4676138733997274816?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/4676138733997274816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=4676138733997274816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/4676138733997274816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/4676138733997274816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-had-laksa-for-dinner-today.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-2691287966228728813</id><published>2008-02-19T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:03:41.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise the real reason why I don't drink Pepsi/Cola. I get HIGH~~~~~. Yesterday, we ate at Pizza Hut for dinner, and my family ordered the Pepsi pitcher. We , ok, me and Teri got &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;super super super&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;high on the damn beverage. We became uber nice for no reason, like helping the rest to fill their plates with stuff and refilling drinks.There was an alternative exit of that place near to our tables, so me and Teri hatched a plot to run away and don't pay for our food because the cheena lady waitress was uber horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, we tried to get the family in the plan with us, so we replied: we'll just run to the car with our coats and then wear it inside the car. Then my sister started counting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri: 1,2,3...&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: What bullshit, be more realistic lar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Teri: Then what?!&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Count to 5!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually got up and started for the door before we realised that no one followed us. Too bad. =(&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why I don't get high on coffee......maybe 3 cups will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARRGGHH!!! Options for post secondary education are so damn confusing. My female parent wanted me to make alternatives in case my initial plan went bonkers, so I went online to check out the various universities and stuff....figuring I probably could do something in Biology and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that I needed the subjects required for the courses, which in turn led to evaluating my chosen courses for next year,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in turn led me to realise that the whole system was fucked up and needed a redo, cause AP courses take the equivalent of 2 subjects. I still don't know whether to cut out Com.Sc or just take the regular Biology and Chemistry course, which my inner kiasu Singaporean doesn't want. Calculus and crap I wanted too, coz I'm guessing it's mainly repeats of Amath = easy grade. =D&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to figure this headache out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the Math competition that my teacher told, or recommended me to attend. Reason: It clashed with art in the 1st period, and I was already in the art class ..... + portfoilio to complete whose deadline is tomorrow. Then in physics, there were a few people who attended the thing and I said that I missed it....they started crying: "WHY?!?! HOW CAN YOU NOT GOOOO!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my physics teacher is really ridiculous. He left our test papers in his car, presumely in the boot as they got wet. So he left them out the whole night trying to dry them = never marked. The exasperating thing is that he had more than the 4 days to mark the damn thing, as we did the test on Mon or Tue last week, and he only attempted to do so yesterday. WTF? Then he said that he estimated that majority of us didn't do so well. Excuses, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-2691287966228728813?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/2691287966228728813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=2691287966228728813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/2691287966228728813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/2691287966228728813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-realise-real-reason-why-i-dont-drink.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-2969723673563695665</id><published>2008-02-17T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T08:14:03.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the process of reading a book, &lt;em&gt;The god delusion, &lt;/em&gt;by Richard Dawkins..&lt;em&gt;.. &lt;/em&gt;and I do think it's been pretty interesting so far, mainly because it's a science vs religion debate, and I'm eager to see how he phrases his arguements.   This book reminds me of my own view on atheism in some ways, and memories as well, particulary those during debate meetings.&lt;br /&gt; Once, it was raining, and all of you guys joked that it's because  I was not religious. It happened on several occasions and I'm actually happy that I have some power like that. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, this book has given me an insight into that issue...and consolidates several views of my own.  &lt;br /&gt;            1. If God created us in His fashion, then why would he bestow miracles, help etc on us? Afterall, I would rather bet he'd stay up there and watch all of this drama. Keyword being entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           2.  Quoted from a good friend of mine, she says that from the logical point of things, she feels that God does not exist, but is obligated to be a good Christian. Maybe this is the feeling of most people, no matter from what religion. I felt that this proved that religion was an emotional issue......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           3. Yup, the most religions in the world today, preaching about peace and God and other stuff, are ironically wrought in blood. Where'd the peace go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           4. I like to think that we created God , as a concept for us to lean on for support. What else better , to think that there is someone 'higher' who controls our lives? He then provides us with a reason to be a 'good' person, to commit several things and put blame on. It is not our fault, because everything is destined by Him. O=&lt;br /&gt; I feel that the reaosn why most people conform to religion and lead 'good' lives is due to our base fear of pain, to avoid punishment in the next life..or something similar. Majority would try to accumulate good deeds and be a good Christian, for example, because they wish to enter Paradise and not end up under the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of my own views, though surprisingly, this author thought that Confuctionism was an ethical way of living life..or something like that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Friday was PA day, and Mon is Family day, I have very long weekend. Somehow, I'm both glad and unused to this many holidays, though I somehow regret the fact that the day is so short...so I have almost done nothing fruitful. =(    Went to an artstore yesterday, but the markers that I want are so expensive( $37.95 for 12)..and my dad's a total miser when it comes to these things.  Mainly explored the nearby mall as well, but this weather has an unexpected sleepy effect; I feel like sleepy around 4-5 pm....that is NOT a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitee service requirements are still unmet....I need 20 hrs before I can graduate, and this is a total pain in the neck.  I really just-can't-be-bothered to search out options to do volunteering...it's a total waste of my time, I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the evaluation test I took on Thur, I passed, but with 64%..... kind of made me pissed off but then again, I only had 1hr as apposed to the actual limit of 1.5 hrs. Then I had to reschedule my timetable, but they only have G12 functions in the first timeslot, which clashed with my art slot, also only 1 available. You probably guessed which one I chose. On hindsight, it means I could spend more time doodling . =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-2969723673563695665?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/2969723673563695665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=2969723673563695665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/2969723673563695665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/2969723673563695665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-process-of-reading-book-god-delusion.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-2027371336516852392</id><published>2008-02-13T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:57:12.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was Course Selection Day... didn't know they have weird days like this. So I spent 1/2 hr looking at a course fair of sorts..... some teachers went too set up booths to give you more information on that particular type of course, etc,etc. Apparantly mandatory for all grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since my homeform teacher set up the booths, I didn't get some option sheet.....so will probably fill in my choices tomorrow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostensibly taking:&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                              Art G12&lt;br /&gt;                              Art: Media Art&lt;br /&gt;                             Computer Sc G11&lt;br /&gt;                             World Issues or something similar&lt;br /&gt;                             English ( compulsory...bleah)&lt;br /&gt;                              AP Biology&lt;br /&gt;                             Ap Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;                             Some other random subject....thinking of calculus/vectors or functions G12. Again, more &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BLEAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note, this is for whole of next year, not occuring at the same time. You want me to check into hospital?! ( Stop sniggering, the lot of you. I KNOW who you are!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both science teachers said I &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;take the AP sciences....since I was doing so well in them.( and they know I learnt some of it before) ==   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with people saying I should do something related to the chim stuff?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I pass the evaluation test tomorrow,I can do calculus next year. If not, I'm just going to do G12 Functions. &lt;br /&gt;Info:  G12 Functions is needed before you can do G12 Calculus. So mafan. What an f-ing migrane I'm having. Excuse me while I go wolf down 12716t2847 L of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, more info about teachers this term. Lucky me has acquired 75% worth of teachers who can't seem to speak properly.    =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Math-  Russian femme with a SUPER SI BEH strong accent. Ask suchk, alvost evrythik vill vound lyk thizk. No, she's no Sharapova, probably looks like her grandma. Still, she does go through everything if we ask......&lt;br /&gt;2. Physics- BANGLA man. Who has an unnerving penchant to ramble off by himself, explaining things which are incomprehensible to the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;As such, he goes:  *Writes problem on board*&lt;br /&gt;                                 *Proceeds to do problem*&lt;br /&gt;                                * Gives slight,( ok not slight, microscopic) explaination.*&lt;br /&gt;                                *proceeds to do another problem/or read through notes if nobody questions him.* &lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: ask if unsure. Or else he will never bring it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Com.Sc.    Presumely cheena teacher with a 1/2 cheena 1/2 angmoh accent....... mispronounces her words occasionally. Likes to give quizzes on little pieces of paper, and ask only 1 question each time. What kind of quiz is that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Art - FINALLY, the only one who can make herself understood. Nothing much, she mainly leaves us to our own devices to let us do projects she assigned. Really nice though, but then again, all of them are. Switches on the radio for music during lesson times. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-2027371336516852392?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/2027371336516852392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=2027371336516852392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/2027371336516852392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/2027371336516852392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-course-selection-day.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847284558998078776.post-4804193775465811654</id><published>2008-02-12T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T05:08:27.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short one... my mom is nagging. Jeez. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short profile of all the teachers I had last term.....3 of whom are slightly eccentric.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Biology teacher...ostensibly Korean. People says she's hard, I say it's the damn subject. Though she makes jokes occasionally, the real attraction lies in her penchant of whamming the OHP whenever the light starts to fade(she says she's FIXING it).  Oh, and she apparently drives without a license?! Spilled this tasty tidbit over random conversation.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Chemistry teacher...Black and tall. REALLY TALL. Like maybe 2-2.5 heads taller than me? No shit. Apparently graduated from Cambridge...or so I heard...but he likes to leave us to our own devices. == which is BOR-ING. He also likes to relate chem issues to present ones.&lt;br /&gt;Eg, why do we only put 1 H on all four sides of a carbon? Do girls like to share the same stalls?.....most guys started laughing at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Gym teacher. I think she's Polish? In good shape for around 40+years??Pretty cool, she's the nicest one I met so far. No scolding or strict reprimanding. She even doesn't make a fuss when others( a LOT of others), skip her class. She just fails them. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: English teacher. She's a bit like those chio teacher types.... but likes to go on about books and their inner significence. Has travelled to a lot of places....likes telling us about them.Weirdest thing to date? Bringing us to a SCIENCE CENTRE for a supposedly English field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Most teachers do not finish the syallabus a.k.a whole textbook on time. As such, they omit those chapters...since they set the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847284558998078776-4804193775465811654?l=thekillerkitties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/feeds/4804193775465811654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847284558998078776&amp;postID=4804193775465811654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/4804193775465811654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847284558998078776/posts/default/4804193775465811654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekillerkitties.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-short-one.html' title=''/><author><name>savant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14482213862912341971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
