<?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-7866101</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:11:36.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866101.post-110294001058187336</id><published>2004-12-10T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T04:13:30.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>I wish I have leg cramp.They say that leg cramp are very painful but too bad I don't ahve a chance to experience it.I went swimming at Bedok Swimming complex with Liting and Vivian and Liting's small brother.Vivian and Liting have never meet before and instead of them getting uneasy , I was the one who was feeling very nervous.I seat with vivian whle Liting sit with her brother.We took bus no. 28 to get there which the journey is only about 20 minute.When we reach there,we changed inot our swimming costumes. The water was not as cold as it seems.We really enjoyed ourself.Vivian and i learnt from Liting how to backwards dived into the pool.Although it looks dangerous but it is very fun.Small should not try it without parents around.We wenthome after that .I wish to get darker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110294001058187336?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110294001058187336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110294001058187336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110294001058187336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110294001058187336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/12/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866101.post-110293908463024597</id><published>2004-12-08T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T03:58:04.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuition</title><content type='html'>I went for my first tuition today at 12 noon.Vivian called me to meet at the bus stop.It had been so long since she called me.I guess we really enjoyed our holidays that we had forgotten that we still had friends around us.When we reached there, there were only a few of us going for tuition.We bring along our Maths textbook along with pencil case and calculator.The maths were not so easy as in Sec one.I think I am going crazy .The Maths were not so easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110293908463024597?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110293908463024597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110293908463024597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110293908463024597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110293908463024597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/12/tuition.html' title='Tuition'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110293870473409034</id><published>2004-12-05T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T03:51:44.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum birthday</title><content type='html'>My mum's birthday falls on 5th of December , which is today.We went to Chinatown at 11pm+.We took MRT and then we went to Yum Cha. I don't know how to spell that.The food there was very delicious.We then went shopping around OG to shop for clothes, which I hate the most of all.But I saw a Honey-coke .It had a picture of ''Winnie The Pooh''. I wonder what Joan will react if she saws that.Then we went home at 5.30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110293870473409034?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110293870473409034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110293870473409034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110293870473409034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110293870473409034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/12/mum-birthday.html' title='Mum birthday'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110293809489231701</id><published>2004-12-03T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T03:41:34.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugis</title><content type='html'>Today at about 1.30pm, Liting and Cindy came to my house to get things from me and I get things from them.Then we went to bugis to pray to the gods .Well, of corse we wish to get better results for next year.Then we went to shop all around the whole of Bugis. You believed that ? We actually walked all the places that can be shopped .And finally we went home with our legs all arching over.It was a tired day for us.But we enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110293809489231701?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110293809489231701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110293809489231701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110293809489231701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110293809489231701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/12/bugis.html' title='Bugis'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110293684779248148</id><published>2004-11-28T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T03:20:47.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>Today my cousin went to my house .He come at about 11.30am.Then we play Monster and Me until lunch time and then continue playing Monster and me unitl he goes home.His lvl is not as good as me.Muahahahaha....He is still a mortal while I am a basic god that is going to be a junior devil soon.I am still training my Guldisaur to level 801 so that I can use it to advance to senior devil.Work hard for it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110293684779248148?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110293684779248148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110293684779248148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110293684779248148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110293684779248148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110155690424485367</id><published>2004-11-27T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T04:01:44.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Frame</title><content type='html'>I played Fatal Frame with my friend who came to play Dead or Alive that day on 20 November. We played from 34pm to 6pm today. She came to my house with her sister who is about primary 5.The game is a little scary as the last time Joan was here she screams when the ghost appear.(&gt;_&lt; )I really missed Joan’s screams. Joan, I would like to hear that from you. But the thing is, Liting won’t scream but I don’t know the answer why. She was really claim when the ghost appear. But my friend is really good at aiming the ghost and capturing it with the camera. It was really impressive and I guess she sees too much of that thing. She and I shared the same interests on ghost. I wished she would come again and brings her sister along as I could only concentrate on her sister’s hair. I had made a lot of new hairstyles and someday Liting and Cindy has got to try it when they are here the next time with Joan too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110155690424485367?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110155690424485367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110155690424485367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155690424485367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155690424485367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/fatal-frame.html' title='Fatal Frame'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110155642856499412</id><published>2004-11-25T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T03:53:48.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Went to Malaysia today to have fun, I think. Or take a breath of the outside air instead of being at home. We went there early in the morning at around 11+. When we reached there, we had our lunch .Then we went shopping which I hate the most. My legs are still getting cramps from all the walking .I wished that Malaysia is like Singapore being small and don’t have to walk long distance. We brought a lot of things home and mostly are food I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110155642856499412?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110155642856499412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110155642856499412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155642856499412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155642856499412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/malaysia.html' title='Malaysia'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110155598284891731</id><published>2004-11-23T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T03:46:22.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring at the wall</title><content type='html'>Nothing to do at home except M&amp;M or the playstation. I stared blankly at the walls for hours thinking what I could do next. Nothing seems to happen. At least something like an accident happens to me .No, nothing happens.T_T. really nothing happens. Going offline to stare at the walls again to see if something will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110155598284891731?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110155598284891731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110155598284891731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155598284891731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155598284891731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/staring-at-wall.html' title='Staring at the wall'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110155579736967691</id><published>2004-11-20T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T03:43:17.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead or Alive</title><content type='html'>My friend came to my house to play Dead or Alive 2.It was so fun and I had win a lot of matches with her. She had been changing many characters but I am still using the Japanese girl name is called Mina. My friend like Tina most for Tina is a wrestler in that game. I longed to play Dead or Alive 1 and 3. But I cannot seem to find the game. For Dead or Alive 3 It was just available now on the outside shops. I don not think my brother is going to buy it. But if he buys, he would surely buy the pirated ones, trust me. Then she went home after the game which is about 6pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110155579736967691?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110155579736967691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110155579736967691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155579736967691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155579736967691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead or Alive'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110155547271181007</id><published>2004-11-17T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T03:37:52.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M</title><content type='html'>I had played M&amp;M for the whole day through. My eyes are getting tired after so many hours of online .Finally I had become god. My next wish is to become the junior devil. But it seems impossible but I will still give it a try. And I wished that Vegetable’s level is not higher than mine. But somehow he was still high than me and his rank was junior god which is level 1040. He was so close to being a senior god which can sit on clouds. I went to bed after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110155547271181007?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110155547271181007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110155547271181007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155547271181007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155547271181007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/mm.html' title='M&amp;M'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110155475300855409</id><published>2004-11-15T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T03:25:53.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black winter</title><content type='html'>As mentioned that Charcoal had died in last week, I was too upset to tell the chinchilla auntie about it. But we went to see her anyway and she suggested that we buy another chinchilla. So we did after much consideration. It was a hector type. Its fur is all black and a little white on its front part of its body. It has huge eyes and wiggling tail which seems to wiggle when it saws me .I wonder if it has been in contact with a dog. I named it &lt;marquee&gt;Black Winter &lt;/marquee&gt;.I suggested the name spring but my brother says the name is too simple so he names it winter. I suggested again it to be black winter. Couldn’t go to sleep at all but I have checked the locks and doors and they are all locked.So I had written this post before I went to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110155475300855409?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110155475300855409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110155475300855409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155475300855409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155475300855409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/black-winter.html' title='Black winter'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110155425627180545</id><published>2004-11-14T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T03:17:36.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is my brother’s 26th birthday. Mother and I celebrated it for him and we cut the cake .Then he went out with his friends to celebrate again .When he comes back he was all smeared with chocolate. They had ordered 2 cakes and one is for eating while the other one is for throwing each other. I wish I could join in the fun too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110155425627180545?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110155425627180545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110155425627180545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155425627180545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110155425627180545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110043523656592252</id><published>2004-11-11T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T04:27:16.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to my cousin’s house to visit him today with my mother. I had borrowed volley ball from Liting earlier on to play with my cousin. When we reach there, we played computer games first, which is M&amp;M again. I will be turning into a devil soon before this week. I longed to sit on the clouds .I need to be a senior devil before I could ride on cloud but for now, I am still a junior devil. Then I could stop training and steal from or PK the other people which I hate the most. Or maybe even hacked into their account and I longed for that day to come. Now all I need is to get from those pro leaders to help me Wuxing the amours .Or better, get rare pets out of them. Then we played volley ball for only half an hours and we played badminton. Then is sayonara time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110043523656592252?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110043523656592252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110043523656592252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110043523656592252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110043523656592252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-went-to-my-cousins-house-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110043409938062952</id><published>2004-11-10T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T04:08:19.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to watch a movie to console myself from Charcoal’s incident. Well, it was very interesting and exciting show to others but it was ok to me. The movie title was “The Doll Master”. It was a horror movie .And I loved horror movie. But the sad news is that most, no, it is ALL of my friends were scared of watching horror movie. here is a movie review of the movie.  : "Doll Master" opens in the past, where a narrator tells us the tale of a doll maker who fell in love with a woman in red. He makes a doll in her image to impress her, and it works. The couple falls in love, but when the woman is found murdered, the doll master is blamed, arrested, and then killed by vigilantes in the woods. The doll, not content to be without her maker, sits by his grave for all time, apparently mourning his lost as if alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forward to the present, where a group of strangers from the city have arrived at an isolated art museum in the middle of nowhere, with the promise of dolls to be made in their image. Of the group, there is Hae-mi (Yu-mi Kim), a sculptor; Tae-seong (Hyeong-tak Shim), a male model looking for work; Yeong-ha (Ji-young Ok), a creepy woman who claims she talks to her doll Damian; with a horny photographer and a ditzy high school student rounding out the final two. The group is greeted by the museum's creepy curator, who introduces them to the museum's creepy dolls, as well as the creepy doll maker, who happens to be confined to a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fast-forward through a series of endless chatting about souls and dolls, pedestrian attempts at atmosphere, and the creepy curator and his creepy boss doing creepy things with scenes of creepy dolls and loud Shock Music meant to engender "creepiness" even though nothing particularly creepy is really happening onscreen. Now, fast-forward again to the 44th minute, where the movie finally kills someone, but does it in such a way that we don't even get to see the good bits. One moment a ghost (one of the dolls, presumably) is playing "now you see me, now you don't" with its victim and the next the victim is screaming.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the part when the high school student was murdered on a way that her limbs were all dislimed.(that is wat Infinity tells me)It is quite nice anyway.For it make me ouke all the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110043409938062952?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110043409938062952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110043409938062952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110043409938062952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110043409938062952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/today-i-went-to-watch-movie-to-console.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110043127276197482</id><published>2004-11-09T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T03:21:12.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Of Death</title><content type='html'>My Charcoal died today morning at around 7pm .It was found lying on the drain at our building where our house is at the fifth floor. It must have been very painful to drop from down to the cement floor. Poor charcoal. I wonder how he is feeling when he was making its way down to the cement floor. It really hurts me a lot to see him lying at the drain when I was searching for him the morning. I did not close the balcony’s door when I was going to sleep the night before. At about 9pm, my brother called the Pet Crimination to burn Charcoal and buried it’s ash in an animal’s cemetery. I also wonder if it was now R.I.P. My eyes were already swollen. I couldn’t even sleep in peace. Will it be the same? I hope not.[[ ='( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110043127276197482?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110043127276197482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110043127276197482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110043127276197482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110043127276197482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/date-of-death.html' title='Date Of Death'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-110042653214046401</id><published>2004-11-05T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T02:02:12.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Carnival</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the Singapore Expo for the food carnival. It was really crowded and I went along with my brother and mother. There wasn’t anything much to see then we went home .We also brought a lot of food back home to eat for dinner. Feed Charcoal for his dinner too the moment I went back. I had played Monster And Me for the rest of the day then I typed this journal.To say it seriously, I would prefer a blood carnival than a food carnival as it would be more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-110042653214046401?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/110042653214046401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=110042653214046401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110042653214046401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/110042653214046401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/food-carnival.html' title='Food Carnival'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-109939361200012619</id><published>2004-11-02T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T03:06:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the hospital</title><content type='html'>It has been a very long time since I have posted my blog. Maybe it is all because of the coming exams. Holidays are here and I went to the General Hospital today to have my eyes check. It has been giving me a lot of problems since young. I have been wearing spectacles since kindergarten. The doctor is not as friendly as their eyes are bulging out of their eyes socket. It looks terrible as they really look like the pop-eye goldfish I had in my house. I reach home at about 5pm.I am going to play Monster and Me now. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-109939361200012619?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/109939361200012619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=109939361200012619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109939361200012619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109939361200012619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/11/trip-to-hospital.html' title='A trip to the hospital'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-109221136087779203</id><published>2004-08-06T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T01:02:40.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>Today is not national day but we had a earlier celebration . We had to have the pledge taking ceremony and after that the principal gave a long winded and irrating speech that lasted for about 20 minutes. After that, we went up our class briskly to plan for our chosen models .They are being selected for the competition. It was quite fun although it was hot and tiring.We had a song to sing that is 'Where I belong'. We also had to do some action to go with the song.Than the winners were anounced and we get second . Guess what the prize is?  We worked hard only for a staple set. But it was quite interesting and we learnt a lot from today's activity. Like improving our skill of creativity and team spirit beneath us. That's all for today. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-109221136087779203?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/109221136087779203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=109221136087779203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109221136087779203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109221136087779203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/08/national-day-celebration.html' title='National Day Celebration'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-109169805683512883</id><published>2004-07-26T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T02:27:36.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting</title><content type='html'>Today we had to post a post during lessons now. It is the upper secondary ;s assembly.It has beeen a long time since I post a post. Joan is a little different from today, but what is on her mind? RThat is all I could think of. And we voted for a new Chairman in our class , a new vice-chairman and two disclipine master.Later still got choir .I feel a little bored singing in thr choir. I dont think that I will be going for my tution this Wednesday. My best friend nearly betrayed me. My mood is very bad today , terible and sad. My computer still hasnt come back home yet. It has been sent for repair since last Monday.I really missed it very much... i cannot play Monster and me and Gun bound....I think I must still wait for a few more weeks.... I am signing off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-109169805683512883?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/109169805683512883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=109169805683512883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109169805683512883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109169805683512883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/07/posting.html' title='Posting'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-109169785544334895</id><published>2004-06-22T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T02:24:15.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>Liting and I went to our class chalet yesterday at about 1.30pm.When we reach the place that we should meet, we saw a few irrating boys from our class.We then wait for other classmate and then went off together in bus 29.Joan didn't come along and it is so boring without her along.We spent the whole day,not so happy. I regretted coming to the chalet.But it is quite fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-109169785544334895?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/109169785544334895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=109169785544334895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109169785544334895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109169785544334895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/06/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-109169792890829411</id><published>2004-06-17T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T02:25:28.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pet</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Eastpoint to buy a Chinchilla home.It was very cute and look puffed up.The petshop owner teaches me a lot about it ;it's diet and safety precautions.We then went home about 7pm. I put everything in place and let it settle down in the new home.I watch it's every movement closely .I will went to sleep after typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-109169792890829411?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/109169792890829411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=109169792890829411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109169792890829411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109169792890829411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/06/new-pet.html' title='New Pet'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-109169797894820380</id><published>2004-06-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T02:26:18.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dinner</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went to my cousin's wedding dinner.My best friend ,vivian is also there with me but we are at different table.We were sitting at the first table in front of the stage.after eating , the two couples went up to the stage to give their speech to everyone .It was quite touching.We then went home at around 12 pm .It was very tiring but i will miss my cousin for marrying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866101-109169797894820380?l=kisa-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/109169797894820380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866101&amp;postID=109169797894820380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109169797894820380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866101/posts/default/109169797894820380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisa-tiger.blogspot.com/2004/06/wedding-dinner.html' title='Wedding Dinner'/><author><name>Mysterious powers that lives Beneath you...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830161491569755909</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-7866101.post-109169772446571577</id><published>2004-06-04T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T02:22:18.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="free" src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1078085643_cturesfree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You have a free soul! As all the souls go, yours isthe most free-spirited and adventurous. Youlike camping, hiking, or interaction with otherpeople. Your a social butterfly, but notbecause of your style, but because of yourwillingness to communicate with everyone. Youprobably have close friends who can rely on youbecause you always seem to know whats going onin the world. You love music and arefree-spirited and someone fun to be around. Aborn leader and great explorer-dont everchange-the world needs more people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span&lt;&gt;style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Kind of SOUL do you posses? 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