<?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-3077099386485592215</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:03:51.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~EnGLisH R dRuGs*dOnt aBuSe iT~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077099386485592215.post-1674661679916313958</id><published>2007-09-16T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T06:09:57.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Reflections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took the story from the strait time on 14/09/2007 on the boon lay murder when the a brutally murdered housewife's daughter took a stand on Friday to help the court determine her father's reliability as the sole witness to the robbery-cum-murder. If I were in her position I would do whatever I can to help my mother get her justice. What she did was a good thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-1674661679916313958?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/1674661679916313958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=1674661679916313958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/1674661679916313958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/1674661679916313958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/09/personal-reflections.html' title='Personal Reflections.'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-4254108252822001393</id><published>2007-09-16T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T06:02:25.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redaing Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Title: Turning Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What the book is about: Jayce is thinking about the old tin box she found at the hen coop. And what her father meant by "shes turning into her". She think about the night when she saw Sara came out of the shower naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I felt: I felt that she is turning into her great grandmother. How despicable she may be, she was still part of the family. Her memories will be still in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-4254108252822001393?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/4254108252822001393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=4254108252822001393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/4254108252822001393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/4254108252822001393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/09/redaing-reflections.html' title='Redaing Reflections'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-3102394230828137736</id><published>2007-09-16T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T05:52:02.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Title: Turning Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What the book is about: Jayce is anxious about the arrival of Ben. And she thinks of him all the time. She still thinks about the slap her father gave her the other day. The red imprint on her face. The love that Ben &amp;amp; her would make &lt;3&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I felt: I felt that Jayce should not worry about ben too much. Hes old enough to take care of himself. She should not think about the slap too much too. Her fathers ego got to him faster than his sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-3102394230828137736?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/3102394230828137736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=3102394230828137736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3102394230828137736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3102394230828137736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/09/reading-reflection.html' title='Reading Reflection'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-1152161248102744079</id><published>2007-09-12T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T05:51:40.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection 47</title><content type='html'>Title: &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Turning Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What the story is about: Janice is a country girl with dreams to go to college, her family runs a barn and they cannot afford her to go to a college. She dreams to learn the proper way to farm in an agricultural college. When she is doing her chores in the chicken coop, she came across a long lost treasure. An old diary that belonged to great grandmother. It changed her life but her family seemed to react differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How I felt: Reading this i felt something butches feel. They want to be different. Different than anyone else. They are not girly but they are girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-1152161248102744079?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/1152161248102744079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=1152161248102744079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/1152161248102744079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/1152161248102744079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/09/reflection-47.html' title='Reflection 47'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-7612123831615762366</id><published>2007-09-12T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T03:44:21.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading reflections 46</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Title: Claudia and the Phantom caller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What the story is about: Stacey felt bad that kristys Brother took a picture of a high school Goth. She has a crush on him but he does not know about that. Mary Anne being the genius that she is, set traps in case the phantom callertried to rob the  house.Claudias neighbour got robbed but is doubtful that that os the phantom caller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How i felt: I felt sorry for STacey and I think that he did that just to tink his mother off. Mary Anne is smart to set the traps, that shows that she is a good babysitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-7612123831615762366?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/7612123831615762366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=7612123831615762366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/7612123831615762366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/7612123831615762366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/09/reading-reflections-46.html' title='Reading reflections 46'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-5957773980161032144</id><published>2007-09-12T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T03:30:24.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Reflections 45</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A preety face and an amazing ability. Vannessa anne Hudgens apologised on Friday for a nude photo of her on the Web and Walt Disney said it was sticking by the performer. Some parents of her young fans voiced dismay over the photo, which shows Hudgens, 18, smiling and standing naked directly in front of the camera. Until now, nobody knows who took the photo. I felt that Vannessa is stupid to have taken the photo and at the same time, I felt sorry for her. That photo was definitely personal but now the whole world know her. Not in a good way. It is definitely embarassing for her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-5957773980161032144?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/5957773980161032144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=5957773980161032144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/5957773980161032144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/5957773980161032144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/09/personal-reflections-45.html' title='Personal Reflections 45'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-2047202221911404678</id><published>2007-09-09T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T02:28:36.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading reflection 44</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Title: Phantom of the opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What the book is about: Withe his secret love, the phantom with the young Christine her heart belongs to a childhood friend and patron of the opera Raoul . The Phantom hides both his feelings and his face behind a stylized mask. Christine’s ambitions are constantly thwarted by the diva of the opera, La Carlotta, a brass and over the top signer whose talent is only exceeded by her massive ego. When the diva finds offense at some minor point she walks out right before a performance, the producers have no choice but to turn to the beautiful young chorus singer, Christine. Much to the chagrin of Carlotta the perform Christine gives is met by joyous critical acclaim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I felt: IN life theres highs and lows. Christine felt the highs with Raoul and the low with Carlotta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-2047202221911404678?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/2047202221911404678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=2047202221911404678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/2047202221911404678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/2047202221911404678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/09/reading-reflection-44.html' title='Reading reflection 44'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-6241167912855326031</id><published>2007-09-09T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T02:16:05.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raeding Reflections 43</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Title:The phantom of the opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What the book is about: Christine dreams of appearing on center stage, the eyes of the audience glued to her as she sings her heart out. To this end she has been taking clandestine lessons from the Phantom , yearned to be an incredible singer who was tragically born disfigured. He has lived a life lurking in the rafters and dank basements and cave beneath the opera house. Christine takes her voice lessons from an unseen Phantom, a disembodied voice of grace and wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I felt: I felt that looks dont matter in life. Even though you look perfect in real life but if u are not toleratable people will not stick to you. Christine should learn this and be with Eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-6241167912855326031?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/6241167912855326031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=6241167912855326031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/6241167912855326031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/6241167912855326031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/09/raeding-reflections-43.html' title='Raeding Reflections 43'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-7867897179235209491</id><published>2007-08-27T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:52:34.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection 43</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Claudia &amp; The Phantom Phone calls Chapt 8-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Storyline: The phantom Caller is still at large! The girls are frightened by this fact. Satcey babysits at the Johanssen and she tells charlotte, The baby she is sittying what she does in a thunderstorm, hiding in a linen cupboard with a teddy bear. This humoured charlotteuntil they watched a spooky movie on SPOOK THEATRE.  Charlotte thought that a neighbour is a witch so the spooky movie was about a witch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My feelings:I felt that watching a spooky movie before my bedtime is pretty silly. The images will be stuck to my head even though its just hollywood. I hope the phantom caller is caught soon. Imagine how happy the girls will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-7867897179235209491?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/7867897179235209491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=7867897179235209491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/7867897179235209491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/7867897179235209491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/08/reflection-43.html' title='Reflection 43'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-3574859978192492833</id><published>2007-08-27T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:55:35.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Reflection 42</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Date:02&lt;em&gt; /o9/2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THe straits times, even though the date is not the date of the issued paper, but an interesting article about  Malaysia's D.I.Y. security , a KL report on the rising crime in the city,with the residents  being fed up with the crimes, set up fences on their compounds and erecting barrier gates at the main public roads leading to their estates. With some building guardhouses and public streets leading to their estates. I felr that after reading this, Malaysia is quite an unstble country to live in. With the rising number in carjacking of Singapore plate cars. Ill think twice about stepping in malaysia again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-3574859978192492833?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/3574859978192492833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=3574859978192492833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3574859978192492833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3574859978192492833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/08/personal-reflection-42.html' title='Personal Reflection 42'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-8303475742461807757</id><published>2007-08-26T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:30:17.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Title: Claudia&amp;amp; the Phantom Phone Calles Chapt 3-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Storyline: The babysitters club is relieved when they heard that the phantom caller is heading south, to New jersey, away from Stoneybrooks. But all good things come to an end. The phantom caller that they caught is not the phantom caller. He is someone else!! The girls get terified again and are scared to babysit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I thought: Good babysitters are not supposed to be scared. They should be a good example to the children they are babysitting. This is turn will set a good example to the children when they get older and start babysitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-8303475742461807757?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/8303475742461807757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=8303475742461807757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/8303475742461807757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/8303475742461807757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/08/reflection-41.html' title='Reflection 41'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-3642518759053379700</id><published>2007-08-26T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:35:40.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Title: Claudia &amp; the Phantom Phone Calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Storyline: During the babysitters club meeting, Kristy reda the news headlines and found out that The Phantom Killer is out there. He is not really a ghost, just a robber. BUt he calls the house before th eroberry. To find out who is at hoem during the time of a crime. This is only two chapters of the book so I do not know the ending to this. Claudia is in love with Trevor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I felt that: Puppy love is going on with claudia and trevor. They are only 12 years old and falling in love at that age is silly. Its not called love because love does not exist between them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-3642518759053379700?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/3642518759053379700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=3642518759053379700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3642518759053379700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3642518759053379700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/08/reflection-40.html' title='Reflection 40'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-3480899702806309939</id><published>2007-08-23T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:12:31.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal reflections 38</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear diary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today the newspaper was filled with the support or live earth the happened 2 days ago. A 24 hour concert for environmental awareness. The concert is a worldwode rally support for live earth.I felt that it is great event and it supports preventing further destruction to save the climate crisis. I  was told that scientists are trying to make all cars run on&lt;/em&gt; cooking oil rather &lt;em&gt;than on petrol. This in turn supports the cause. This makes me believe that whatever we do today will affect us tomorrow or in the later years. Drivers, be stress-free as money shall no longer be a problem because biofuels can also be used.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-3480899702806309939?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/3480899702806309939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=3480899702806309939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3480899702806309939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3480899702806309939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/08/personal-reflections-38.html' title='Personal reflections 38'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-8557420600082330466</id><published>2007-08-23T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:08:23.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection 37</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Title: Two muillion reasons for murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As a fan of CSI series on AXN, i know a few things about murder and seem to be interested in it. Blood, corpses, and murder are what this CSI investigators are into and i appreciate the for it. in july edition of readers digest, a true story, "2, 000, 000 reasons for murder" caught my attention. A woman, April was shot and the only witness there was Justin, her husband. Justin was shot too.April was shot once and Justin was shot 3 time more than April. In court, Justin statements was unclear and undeniable evidence pointed out that he was the killer. The motive for this murder was that money. $2,000,000 worth of motive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I felt that April was stupid to have married Justin in the first place. Her faith in Justin led her to be killed by her cold-blooded husband. I also felt that, with cases like this, i disagree that guns should be sold in the US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-8557420600082330466?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/8557420600082330466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=8557420600082330466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/8557420600082330466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/8557420600082330466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/08/reflection-37.html' title='Reflection 37'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-7186303661085754050</id><published>2007-08-23T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:02:39.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection 36</title><content type='html'>Title: Li&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;zzie Goes Wild (Part 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; What the book is about: David Gordon has a problem when everyone like the same as he does. So he change himself, even though he does not like it. When everyone likes Britney Spears, he likes the swing. That is when Ethan Craaft a.k.a The HOTTEST guy in the 8th Grade in Lizzie's School actually appreciates what Gordo listens listen to, it becomes a harmless fad. And soon, Lizzie and Miranda start to follow the fad and Gordo does not like it. He tried other things instead. Hes trying to like miniature airplanes. He hates it but its different than everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and feelings: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt that, after reading this, gordo wants to be uniqie, but he is so wrong in doing so.He is being unique in his own way.He should not hange his style just because everybody is doing it. he should change it if he wants to and he should like what he is changing it into. His uniqoe style is what makes him Gordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-7186303661085754050?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/7186303661085754050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=7186303661085754050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/7186303661085754050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/7186303661085754050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/08/reflection-36.html' title='Reflection 36'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-1865527954287096980</id><published>2007-07-09T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T05:25:34.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Book: Lizzie Mcguire(part 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What the book is about: The lovebug hit Lizzie's school and EVERYONE is dating except for lizzie and her best friends. Lizzie then becomes intimidated by the affectiation scene. She was then intimidated of everyone and was despearte to find a boyfriend. She found one and was ditching her *chills* with her friends because of her dating life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My feelings: Ifelt that Lizzie should not have ignored her friends just because she has a new boyfriend.She should treasure them because theya re her friends. She acted like she cared about her boyfriend more than her best friends.That was stupid of her to have done so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-1865527954287096980?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/1865527954287096980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=1865527954287096980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/1865527954287096980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/1865527954287096980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/07/book-lizzie-mcguirepart-2-what-book-is.html' title=''/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-4307941058996425555</id><published>2007-07-09T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T05:01:31.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Book: Readers Digest, April issue(Mr Bean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What the book is about:Rowan Atkinson the actor for comedic performance, Mr Bean, has played many roles in his acting career from a detective to potraying an idiot. He has roled many characters in movies such as,  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0137457/"&gt;Dead on Time&lt;/a&gt; (1983), &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0076407/"&gt;Pleasure at Her Majesty's&lt;/a&gt; (1976) (TV) (aka "Monty Python Meets Beyond the Fringe"), &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086006/"&gt;Never Say Never Again&lt;/a&gt; (1983), and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098436/"&gt;The Tall Guy&lt;/a&gt; (1989). He played "Mr. Bean" in the TV series, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096657/"&gt;"Mr. Bean"&lt;/a&gt; (1990) but, apart from that and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0080253/"&gt;"Not the Nine O'Clock News"&lt;/a&gt; (1979), he also appeared in several other series like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084988/"&gt;"The Black Adder"&lt;/a&gt; (1983) and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0259773/"&gt;"Funny Business"&lt;/a&gt; (1992). Rowan thought that being a perfectionist was a disease rather than a quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What i felt: I felt that Being a perfectionist is a quality as i feel that it perfect our lives. iF we cannot be perfect, our actions might have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-4307941058996425555?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/4307941058996425555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=4307941058996425555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/4307941058996425555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/4307941058996425555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/07/book-readers-digest-april-issuemr-bean.html' title=''/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-1620933697278780163</id><published>2007-07-08T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T06:07:20.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;I chose the article on Miss Singapore Universe. This matter is contreversial in news as the producers claimed that the girls are smart but they are not really beautiful. In this case being smart is not really important as this is a beauty contest and not who wants to be  a millionaire. The jugding is based on beauty first then personality then intelligence. If Singapore keep sending smart but not really beautiful girls into the competition the chances of winning is really slim. I hope with this article, Sinagpore willl send a prettier and as smart as this winner to the competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-1620933697278780163?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/1620933697278780163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=1620933697278780163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/1620933697278780163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/1620933697278780163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-diary-i-chose-article-on-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-2899241756959792042</id><published>2007-07-08T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T05:58:22.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Book: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Charlottes web.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the book is about: The book is about a little &lt;/strong&gt;girl trying to save a small girl from being slaid and eaten as pork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I felt from it: I felt that this book really showed the true meaning of friends. It shows a little girl doing whatever she can to save her "friend" from being eaten.This is an act of kindness that should be treasured in all of us.To do whatever  we can to save our friends from harm or 'being eaten'. These are the few treasures in life that can be shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-2899241756959792042?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/2899241756959792042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=2899241756959792042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/2899241756959792042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/2899241756959792042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/07/book-charlottes-web.html' title=''/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-3181240717826294417</id><published>2007-07-08T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T05:42:40.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I WENT TO THE CHIT_CHAT SESSION..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-3181240717826294417?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/3181240717826294417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=3181240717826294417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3181240717826294417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3181240717826294417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-went-to-chitchat-session.html' title=''/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-8061726539786003404</id><published>2007-07-08T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T05:37:04.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Book: Charlotte's Web&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What the book is about: A very kind friend sacrifises her life for the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My thoughts and feeling about this book: I felt that this book has made an impact in this world. It shows a friend sacrifising her life for the other. It shows what people should do for the sake of the other friend. These are the kind of books that children nowadays should read. it has some teachings to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-8061726539786003404?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/8061726539786003404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=8061726539786003404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/8061726539786003404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/8061726539786003404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/07/book-charlottes-web-what-book-is-about.html' title=''/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-760903577737464495</id><published>2007-07-08T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T05:16:04.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUnting Britains new cocaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Story: A highly dangerous man making millions by selling illegal cocaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Feeling about the story: I felt that its a must read in the March Issue of readers Digest. I felt that these people that makes an illegal drug illegally is stupid even though they thing they can make money out of selling teh illegal drug. They were given limbs by Him and they misused it. They can make legal money by working as a lawyer or even a cleaner. and yet they stupidly want to get themselves arrested by doing stupid things like this. Mayeb they can get millions in days but spending it just does not feel  right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-760903577737464495?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/760903577737464495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=760903577737464495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/760903577737464495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/760903577737464495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/07/hunting-britains-new-cocaine.html' title='HUnting Britains new cocaine'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-9008036018255344080</id><published>2007-04-25T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T05:44:07.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Reflections (9/4/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear DIary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today I read two articles, instead of one. They are: Id thieves new tricks and Why do fries taste so good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In Id thieves new tricks, it is stating the obvious. People can be so vulnerable that they believe everything they see or hear in unidentified e-mails or anonymous phone calls. Even IT savvys could fall into the trap. More people could be phised if they do not know of the current situation. In my opinion, people should be more aware of the situation and be more careful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In Why do fries taste so good, it tells us how people could be so tempted to eating thing that they know would be bad for them. I felt that I too am the victim of this situation and regret eating fries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-9008036018255344080?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/9008036018255344080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=9008036018255344080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/9008036018255344080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/9008036018255344080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/04/personal-reflections-9407.html' title='Personal Reflections (9/4/07)'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-6205644327180458047</id><published>2007-04-23T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T05:24:53.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading reflections (3/4/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt too bored reading 'The Phantom Of The Opera' that I traded with my friend Jia Yi for her Readers Digest. Because of my teachers, I understood many of the words. In an article in the book, a story of a girl touched me. She had a dog and like many other people, she loved it very much. This girl had blindness in her right eye. However, that dog was so special that because of the dog, her eyesight actually improved.I felt that love actually meant something to her,something wonderful, and probably to many others as well. I can relate to her story as I useed to have a pet and love it so much that I actually look forward to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-6205644327180458047?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/6205644327180458047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=6205644327180458047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/6205644327180458047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/6205644327180458047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/04/reading-reflections-3407.html' title='Reading reflections (3/4/07)'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-4263724700539826258</id><published>2007-04-23T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:57:12.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Reflections (2/4/07)</title><content type='html'>Dera diary,&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading Chapter 2 of 'The phantom of the opera'. Like always, it was difficult to understand the entire chapter. What I understand from the Chapter was that Raoul was a sailor the was spoilt by Phillipe.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, like the one before was that the authop, if he is still alive, make books that is suitable for young readers like me. My feelings would probably be confused because I do not understand what the author is trying to convey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-4263724700539826258?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/4263724700539826258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=4263724700539826258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/4263724700539826258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/4263724700539826258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/04/reading-reflections-2407.html' title='Reading Reflections (2/4/07)'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-8513379648317745486</id><published>2007-04-23T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:47:19.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Reflections.</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;My teacher told the class that we have to do a project in groups of four about the alaming rates of the rise in sea levels, the depleting ozone layer and global warming. Seeing the world will come to an end, I wondered at what I could do to stop such thing to happen at my home planet. I vowed to use spray cans as little as possible, only open the fridge if necessary and use unleaded fuel in the car. I have no driving license but my father does.&lt;br /&gt;I love my home planet as much as anyone else. Lets all prevent it together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-8513379648317745486?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/8513379648317745486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=8513379648317745486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/8513379648317745486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/8513379648317745486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/04/personal-reflections.html' title='Personal Reflections.'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-1366464883093159638</id><published>2007-04-23T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:40:46.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading reflections (26/3/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Finally I got the chance to read 'The Phantom of The Opera'. I had high expectations of this book. It being a well known book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was astonished by the language used in the book. It was poetic and dare I say it, DEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The words made my vocabulary limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The first chapter was regarding James, Cecile, Giry and Sorelli. These are the few characters found in the first chapter of the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The apparently saw 'The Opera Ghost' and described it as 'Death Head Phantom'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The book stated that 'The opera Ghost' actually existed. I do not believe in the presence of ghosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In my opinion. the book should have made in the young adults version so that people like me can undrestand the book like many others had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-1366464883093159638?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/1366464883093159638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=1366464883093159638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/1366464883093159638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/1366464883093159638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/04/reading-reflections-26307.html' title='Reading reflections (26/3/07)'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-3203611458080971211</id><published>2007-04-23T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:28:15.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Reflections (20/3/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today, I brought 'The Phantom of The Opera' a well known novel. My best friends, Aishah and Emelia made a three way exchange, and I ended up with 'Harry Potter &amp;amp; The half-blood prince' Emelia's book. I read the first chapter and sad to say.. IT was boring! I've always thought that Harry Potter books would be interesting but it ended up being boring. I almost dozed off reading the chapter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I read about a new magic minister at Hogwartsb because the old one was fired. He was fired because of a villain Lord Voldemort being 'alive'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In my opinion, I should not ohave read this book because it is not my 'forte'. I do not like this type of books. I'd rather read the books about teenagers and their lives being adolescense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-3203611458080971211?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/3203611458080971211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=3203611458080971211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3203611458080971211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3203611458080971211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/04/reading-reflections-20307.html' title='Reading Reflections (20/3/07)'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-1403319121400697020</id><published>2007-04-01T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T07:49:02.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream Vacation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I2c8mUdgkhM/Rg_GGLfAuxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hJPjfSUoO6E/s1600-h/kimono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048471516769991442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I2c8mUdgkhM/Rg_GGLfAuxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hJPjfSUoO6E/s320/kimono.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I2c8mUdgkhM/Rg_E_bfAuwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3tcE8T4F758/s1600-h/japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048470301294246658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I2c8mUdgkhM/Rg_E_bfAuwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3tcE8T4F758/s320/japan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would love to go to Japan. All my life the furthest country I've ever visited was Indonesia. My mode of transportation to Indonesia was an hour and a half ride on a ferry. I liked going to Indonesia but I feel that an experience in Japan would be interesting and I LOVE eating sushi. In Japan, an abundance amount of sushi would be found everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just last week, our discipline master, Mr Goh, was informing the students about the trip to Japan during our annual 'Speech and Prize Giving' day. I was excited as until this very day I dreamed of going to Japan. I understoo that my father was saving money to buy my dream gift. I asked my father whether I could go but he refused an said that I could go maybe next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I heard in Japan the Japanese loved reading Mangga and watching anime. Which also happens to be my favourite past-time. I also like Originally kimono indicated all types of clothing, but it has come to mean specifically the full-length traditional garment worn by women, men, and children.[wikipedia]. Here a kimono could cost around hundreds but maybe in Japan a kimono could cost cheaper. I also loved the sights and sceneries that looked wonderful anytime. Some sceneries include the scenery of Mount Fuji, their Miniature Shrine and their Hot Springs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Japan also is one of the most technology-oriented country in the world. With all the technology, I also would love to play with the things they invented. 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their own kids.Some teenagers even slashed themselves with penknives and razors.The article also reported these kids have trademarks of their own:heavily lined eyes and onged fringed hair. Listenining to some latest band is also a tell-tale sign. I felt the this article i biased and it somehow aplies to only on side of the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I listen to My chemical Romanceand even Fall Out Boy. I'm not an emo kid by lostening to their songs.Listening to music is not a reaso to call a kid an emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-998479182201668914?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/998479182201668914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=998479182201668914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/998479182201668914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/998479182201668914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/03/personal-reflections-19307.html' title='personal Reflections (19/3/07)'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-8747875407244946991</id><published>2007-03-21T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:48:04.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading reflections(19/3/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It has been a long time since I blogged.I've been quite busy with life and how to overcome it. Today i read about two couple an dsadistic Grossman.I realised taht they had excuses to kill but the reason that disturbed me the most would be dedication to a cult.But I somehow felt that taht reason should be covered by insanity. Almost everyone was born sane and could be differentiate right from wrong. Everyone in this book ahd that excuse to kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well I feel bored reading this book and would not want ot read this book again.i saw a book in my brothers shelf an dthought id give it a chance. Tommorrow I shall read 'phamtom of the opera'. I hope that the "phantom of the opera' would be much better that this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-8747875407244946991?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/8747875407244946991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=8747875407244946991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/8747875407244946991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/8747875407244946991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/03/reading-reflections19307.html' title='Reading reflections(19/3/07)'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-5611007280552611913</id><published>2007-03-21T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:35:38.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Reflections.(5/3/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a week since i came to school to have the reading period.Even though English is not my strong subject, i still felt that i miss writing on the journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just today,i read short cases on John Duffy, Caroline Grills belle Gunness &amp;amp; Peter Sutcliffe.All of them like my other 'case' had something in common.They were very sadistic in a certain way. Two of these are based on poison.The rest if I could remember are based on all sorts of murder styles such as stabbings and sort.In my opinion, like my other 'cases' they should not kill 'innocent' others. If they have the urge to kill help the world by killing mosquitoes .The world could be saved and poeple could live longer. You are helping a cause to help others.Isn't that better than killing people???????i lke peanuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-5611007280552611913?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/5611007280552611913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=5611007280552611913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/5611007280552611913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/5611007280552611913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/03/reading-reflections5307.html' title='Reading Reflections.(5/3/07)'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-3466750999662016113</id><published>2007-03-19T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:18:01.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Reflections..(13/2/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear diary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today I read about the sadistic killers: Charles Ng,Leornard Lake and Heath.Even though each of them had different stories behind their cruel murders,they had something in common. Probably more common than you might think.They cve for a thing That many other man crave. hey crave for sex.But their craving got out of hand when they killed young women to satisfy their lust.I was disgusted on the techniques they use to capture women.They use their advantages like money to attract women.After having sex with the women they "capture",they strangled anddispose their bodies.In my opinion,they should not kill the women,they should just hire prostitutes and if they have the urge to kill, join the VSA and kill sick birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. I hate prostitutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-3466750999662016113?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/3466750999662016113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=3466750999662016113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3466750999662016113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3466750999662016113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/03/reading-reflections13207.html' title='Reading Reflections..(13/2/07)'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-6265976901984939209</id><published>2007-02-25T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:28:10.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading reflections 12</title><content type='html'>Tuesday,13/2/07&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary,Today I read about the sadistic killers of Charles Ng,Lepnard Lake and Heath.They crave for only one thing sexual intercource with ramdom girls.After taking the girls dignity,they killed them.In my opinion..like other girls,the lead psychopathic lives.They also have no morals or values.They killed young girls for their cravings.Dont they have prostitutes for that?Well I hate whatever theyre doing and despise people like that for something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-6265976901984939209?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/6265976901984939209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=6265976901984939209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/6265976901984939209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/6265976901984939209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/02/reading-reflections-12.html' title='Reading reflections 12'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-3739126309801677217</id><published>2007-02-25T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:06:55.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReadinG Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(12/2/07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330099;"&gt;On the dated day,two days before the celebration of Total Defence Day the Discipline master wanted the entire school to read the Total Defence File Facts or TDFF.Some of the words were quite difficult for me to understandlike cohesion and sort.Actually...I was complaining so much that I only wrote about 1/4 of the entire article.Heres what I remember,everyone plays a part in total defence day.We commemorate total defence day for social awareness on what our ancestors did to keep this country away from "unwanted terrorists" and war.We should celebrate this day to remind us of who we are and what we became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-3739126309801677217?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/3739126309801677217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=3739126309801677217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3739126309801677217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3739126309801677217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/02/reading-reflections.html' title='ReadinG Reflections'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-3124176217705770150</id><published>2007-02-11T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:21:28.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal reflections 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#003333;"&gt;In other countries,selling of organs are neither legal nor illegal.To sell organs was easy.All they had to do is to set up an internet website and promote the organs.Some wealthy families who really need it would buy it from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#003333;"&gt;But in Singapore selling of organs are illegal.Instead,the human organ transplant act or the 'HOTA' was created.Everybody aged between 21-70 will have their organs donated upon death.Everybody except for muslims and the people who opted out.Some people feels thatthey should have an opt in scheme rather than the opposite.I felt that the opt in scheme is more fairer rather that what they're doing now.If there is an opt in scheme,some people might not have heard of this so they never opt in but they have the intention of opting in.Even there is not an opt in or opt out scheme,some lives might be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-3124176217705770150?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/3124176217705770150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=3124176217705770150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3124176217705770150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3124176217705770150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/02/personal-reflections-3.html' title='Personal reflections 3'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-3303577129988373957</id><published>2007-02-11T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:34:48.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading reflections 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330099;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330099;"&gt;On Monday,February 5 this year,I read about the gruesome stories of Frederick and Rosemary West,owners of an apartment building in Gloucester.That building was special because not only its the House of Horror,it is also famous for drifters,drop-outs and teenagers who had been kicked out of home .This tale is particularly long, so I could not finish reading the book to the end.I can tell that this couple lived for sex.The authors claimed that Fred lived for adultery.He had fathered as much as twenty-four children.Among the nine children that Rosemary had, two of them are not fathered by Fred.My opinions and feelings are in the post before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-3303577129988373957?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/3303577129988373957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=3303577129988373957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3303577129988373957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/3303577129988373957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/02/reading-reflections-9_11.html' title='Reading reflections 9'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-7588165163986078096</id><published>2007-02-10T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:04:18.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Reflections 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;"&gt;The tale of the West family,the one I read today was quite long.Longer than all theb tale I read in this book.The West family revolves around Frederick and Rosemary West.In all of their murders,they were charged with fifty-seven charges of murder.On new years day 1995,Frederick willingly commited suicide.In my opinion,he should'nt have done that.If he does that his wife will have to face all the charges.The ones he commited and the ones his wife commited.The book also commented that Rosemary was a lesbianand a rapist.Then a few questions cross my mind.If she was a lesbian,why did she marry a man?A man with dirty little secrets?If she was a rapist,why did she deny of her hideous crimes?Crimes that involves rapes of little girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-7588165163986078096?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/7588165163986078096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=7588165163986078096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/7588165163986078096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/7588165163986078096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/02/reading-reflections-10.html' title='Reading Reflections 10'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-5611923240377895666</id><published>2007-02-08T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:00:13.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal reflections 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Newspaper Article reflections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;One of my classmates,an irritating boy name Eleazer was giving the class a voluntary presentation of the article he read about .It was a about blowing up in the Tuas area.While hearing his thoughts and feelings about the article,I started to wonder.Everyday, I went home with the services of the SBS bus.What if incidents like this happens to me?What will I do?I guess I would panic.What if I die?Will anyone miss me?As you can see,Im not such a likable person.I know I'm thinking too much,but I just can't help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-5611923240377895666?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/5611923240377895666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=5611923240377895666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/5611923240377895666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/5611923240377895666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/02/personal-reflections-2.html' title='Personal reflections 2'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-6720727911154769514</id><published>2007-02-06T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:01:04.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading reflections 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I missed my book so Im reading my old book which is 'The new Encyclopedia of serial killers'.I read about the murderous life of Westley Allan Dodd,Charles Gurmukh Singh,Carlton Gary and Waldemar Szczepinski a.k.a the doorbell killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Westley Allan Dodd:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A word to describe him,'WEIRD' he has a homosexual appetite and his victims was children.He was cruel his sentenced was being hanged.he was actually the first person to be given that sentenced in America in 28 years.If I was the verdict,I would give him a tougher sentence.Being killed in an electric chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Carlton Gary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He had another different appetite.He aimed on the older generation.His case was actually a robbery which ende up in a murder.He wanted to steal the money that they had and ended up 'killing' them.gary has his reasons but how In felt while reading his case was that I felt that he had no reason in doing that.Both this cases was a Psychopathic leading a 'normal' life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-6720727911154769514?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/6720727911154769514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=6720727911154769514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hazairi,my classmate,was so interested in my book tha the requested for an exchange again.Since Im such an angel,Iexchanged books with him.Continued from the last chapter,this chapter was about the ghost of christmas present.The ghost,which was so much different than the ghost of christmas past.He was a large man like a giant.He helped Scrooge see his assistant and nephew celebrate christmas on the christmas morning.Scrooge later found out that two very skinny children was hiding in the giants robe.The children was naughty.While reading that I found out his family and friends was trying to help Scrooge but he thinks he needed no help.I also found out that there is good in everyone.I usually believe that there is good in everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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7'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-2974854565252303127</id><published>2007-02-04T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T06:03:43.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading reflections 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today,(23/01/07),I exchanged books with a friend,Hazairi.He was interested to read my book and me being as I usually am,an angel.I lend himmy book and traded my book for his.His book was a classic,a Charles Dickens Classic.It was a christmas carol.As you might know,the book is about a peny pinching,greedy old man visited by his lifelong partner,Jacob Marley.He wa sthen visited by three ghosts,ghost of christmas past,present and future.Im finished the ghosts of christmas past who was in the book a white man.But in another movie about the same tale but different characters played the different roles,the movie version was played by Gary Coleman.A black man.I think he has like some structured problem.Whatever it is,I still wonder whether there is good in everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-2974854565252303127?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/2974854565252303127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=2974854565252303127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today I wrote about guy called Andrei Chikatilo who is indeed a cannibalism.That is one of the words I despise in the English dictionary besides the words and I only quote "crap" and "fuck" which are vulgar slangs.Some of the other different styles of murder also despise me.His story was quite unique.He brutally murdered 53 people.He was a Russian serial killerbefore the example of Nikolai Dzhumagaliev.I felt that he does not have a healthy appetite.*chuckkles*I also felt that he does not have any reasons to have eaten the flesh of human beings.In my opinion,if he wanted to eat meat,he could eat the meat of cows,goat or chicken..Eating human meat are not humane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-1845517448126957646?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077099386485592215.post-2773510962019880442</id><published>2007-02-03T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T05:32:23.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading reflections 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Since every Monday and Tuesday we have to write our journal writings, and on January 16 i wrote about Mr Salizams request,heres a back up writing.It was about a prison-cell poet named Jack Unterweger.He was the illegitimate son of a Viennese mother and a soldier with the visiting American forces.By teenage ,he was already involved in prostittution and a petty crime.He claimed that this led to him being a pimp.He claimed his position in being a serial killer for his unique crimes of murdering prostitutes.I felt that he had his reasons in killing prostitutes since his mother was one.To claim the name of prison cell poet,Unterwager found literature instead of religion.In my opinion,he had his reasons to kill prostitutes because his mother who was a prostitute did not treat him right as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-2773510962019880442?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/2773510962019880442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=2773510962019880442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/2773510962019880442'/><link 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mathematics lesson,everybody seemed uninterested to study.I think it was because of the rain.I don't know.I could'nt recall.Mr Salizam, our Maths teacher was looking at everyone and realising that his maths lessons was indeed boring.So he asked the class on how to make the maths lesson more interesting.At that time I felt that my mind was going in circles because it was on Monday.He said that he wanted us to write our suggestions down on our journal down the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This was what I wrote down on Tuesday,January 16.Which was the same day as my mothers birthday.When I was in primary school,my teacher made us do this thing called 'Rally coach'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The objective was to pair up and basically coach each other through difficult questions or you just don't want your teacher to explain it like as if you want to be independent by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-914747703679760269?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/914747703679760269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=914747703679760269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/914747703679760269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/914747703679760269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/02/personal-reflections-1.html' title='Personal reflections 1'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-7979680297250450398</id><published>2007-01-31T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T16:51:37.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading reflections 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;today,I'm still reading the same book with different cases this time.I read about Helene Jegado.Her case is simple yet unique and it happened in 1825.Thae simple part of her case was that her weapon was poison and the uniqueness about it was that was that her family's lives were on the line for her own pleasure and I mean literally.She killed her family for her own pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She called herself a nun and was kicked out of about two churches for her deadly sins.She killed her fellow sisters with poison.While reading that,I was disgusted by her actions and wrong-doings.I felt that she was a psychopath and killing the ones she loved is a very big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-7979680297250450398?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/7979680297250450398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=7979680297250450398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/7979680297250450398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/7979680297250450398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/01/personal-reflections3.html' title='Reading reflections 3'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-5532312244147180467</id><published>2007-01-30T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:02:43.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading RefLections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Reading reflections..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;       I'm supposed to create this post about two weeks ago but I was too busy creating a blogskin to decorate this blog..My reading reflections was to reflect on my opinions or comments even my feelings..My reading reflections now is about a the book The New Encyclopedis Of Serial Killers.I read about the muderous life of Amy Archer-Gilligan who leads a psychopath.In her psychopathic life,she managed to kill a total of forty-eight people.I felt that even though she leads that life,she should not have killed that much people in such a short time.She should be kept in an asylum.She is well taken care of there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is also 'love-strucked' Ramro Artieda who was dumped by his ex-girlfriend before he killed seven eighteen-year old girls who apparently looked like and has the same age of his ex-girlfriend.The worst part is that he killed his own flesh and blood probably for wealth.I felt that he should not do that even though of his broken heart.I guess what they said is true,love is blind.In my opinion,I guess that he should be careful on the women he dated.I also think that he leads a psychopathic life of murderous doings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess my favourite article today was 'The axeman of New Orleans".He aimed to kill Italian grocers and their family.One of the victims family members actually spotted the masked axeman who was believed to be a white man.She said that the killer who killed her husband was a strange white man and he was caught.And after he wa scaught no more murderers occured.I still believe that tis case ios unsolved and it will never be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077099386485592215-5532312244147180467?l=idiosyncresy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/feeds/5532312244147180467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077099386485592215&amp;postID=5532312244147180467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/5532312244147180467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077099386485592215/posts/default/5532312244147180467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiosyncresy.blogspot.com/2007/01/reading-reflections_30.html' title='Reading RefLections'/><author><name>m!SsUnDeRsToOd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12183095220490166131</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-3077099386485592215.post-8282731006230697344</id><published>2007-01-17T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:00:00.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading ReflecTions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Book:The new Encyclopedia of SERIAL Killers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think im too young to be reading such a book..But when i think about it... my ambition is always to be a Forensic Detective which is such a cool job..You get to uncover the murders in an area for example Singapore..Even though it is a small country...theres always a criminal lurking in every corner..Back to the book...the first few cases were quite boring..Starring Beverly Allit who suffered from a rare psychological disease..What's her story you might ask???she actually KILLED harmless infants who actually had a chance to live but did'nt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's also Wolfgang Abel &amp; Furlan highly intelligent scholars but gruesome murderers with twenty-seven charges of murder..Okay then..I think I roughly  descibed their cases as the way they wrote it... 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