Archive for August, 2009

He screws, she conceives, he blames god.

Posted in Uncategorized on August 14, 2009 by Kathiravanology

“Now you see I have 24 children, 13 boys and 11 girls,” Omar says.

Omar believes only God can decide how many children you should have.
He lifts his hands to the sky and says: “This is His command. It’s not my doing, it’s His doing.”

And so explain my title for this post.
He screws, she conceives, he blames god.

For the rest of the article.
http://edition.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/08/13/sex.or.tv/index.html

Updates.

Posted in His nuts on August 14, 2009 by Kathiravanology

During this period of absence, i’ve mugged, wrecked my brain, drained my cells, clogged my memory box, punched my chest
and so on, in attempt to study for my exam on US politics, economy and history. Now, i can slap any of my ang moh friends, and proudly
say “i know your darn history”. In conclusion, i love Singapore a lot more now, for not having any political turmoil. I don’t really think i can bag an A for the paper, since i really didn’t finish the paper.

Apart from that, i got back to playing Magic the Gathering. :)

Nyxathid WP

Why, i do not know, but i just feel relieved getting back to it. However, this time though, I’ll be playing at a
competitive level. Yes, that would mean, i am aiming top 8 as much as i can on an average. So now, my Saturdays
are booked for a greater good.Watch me cast :p

I’ve joined this group in my school to design their newsletter. Pssssttt “I am the Art director”, so, i hope to bring the same wackiness from
this blog to the newsletter. Wouldn’t it be nice? Haha.
:D

Also, i got couple of things in mind, which requires talking, ranting and random questions. But i’ve no clue whom I’ll be talking
to about it. Cause on the frank note, i’ve became a quiet person, though i do spark those moment of the typical Kathiravanology.
I don’t feel like myself. In short, i don’t feel good. I tried fishing that day, my usual medicine, guess it didn’t work too. I instead got myself a nice sun burn,
and i look like the son of Hellboy.

-The end-