<?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-1587132231976337760</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:38:31.417+08:00</updated><category term='Journal'/><category term='Story Books'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Greetings'/><category term='Narration'/><category term='Artwork'/><category term='Riddles'/><category term='Play'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Dominic Delightful Din</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-4675064259482126785</id><published>2009-08-15T18:58:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:46:25.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My Cameron Highlands Trip</title><content type='html'>On the Saturday of the National Day weekend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I woke up very early to get ready to go to Cameron Highlands. Daddy had gone on Friday because he and two other bikers (uncle Yi Kiat and uncle Hong Ming) wanted to ride slowly. Mommy, Bailey and I went downstairs to wait for auntie Kelly to pick us up. Her son was Christopher and was 9 years old. I was very excited. My favorite part of the trip was the second day ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day we went out for breakfast together with the rest of the bikers. We occupied four tables at a nearby coffee shop.We had porridge, chee cheong fun, some tofu with fishballs in soup and barley dessert . The tofu with fishballs in soup was delicious, I didn't really like the rest, but I just ate them anyway. In the picture below, I am the boy on the left (in front).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJgfhFlX-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Apoof2Fuvjw/s1600-h/IMG_2121-Dom-Breakfast-Day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJgfhFlX-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Apoof2Fuvjw/s400/IMG_2121-Dom-Breakfast-Day2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373463399980425186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, we went back to our rented house to rest for awhile before we headed to the Boh Tea Plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJglZu6l-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/tEDIf_7XKCk/s1600-h/IMG_2132-Dom-BikeConvoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJglZu6l-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/tEDIf_7XKCk/s400/IMG_2132-Dom-BikeConvoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373463501085513698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The road to the Boh Tea Plantation was exceptionally narrow. Only one car could drive through at a time. So Uncle Kester who was driving the car, had to be very careful and give way to cars coming from the other direction. At times, I felt like the car might fall down the cliff. We let the bikers go in front because they could weave through the cars and buses. On the way there, we stopped to take a few pictures of the mountains that were covered with tea plants. In the picture below, you can see that half of the hills are brown while the rest are green. This is because the green leaves of the plants have already been plucked to make tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJgsWfP0AI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WVTNz08uUjg/s1600-h/IMG_2140-Dom-TeaPlantation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJgsWfP0AI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WVTNz08uUjg/s400/IMG_2140-Dom-TeaPlantation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373463620473573378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the plantation, we found some of the bikers, including Daddy. Mommy said that Uncle Yi Kiat accidentally turned into the strawberry farm on the way and was now lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a guided tour that told us a lot about how they made Boh tea. We also went to play a bit in the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJg9HOwlqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/O_hnpD_0z4s/s1600-h/IMG_2181-Dom-WithDaddyInTeaBushes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJg9HOwlqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/O_hnpD_0z4s/s400/IMG_2181-Dom-WithDaddyInTeaBushes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373463908435662498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a little snack at the cafe there. It was a warm and sweet strawberry pie. After this we went outside to take group pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJhFX6J82I/AAAAAAAAAKE/56BwZU1fL5U/s1600-h/IMG_2193-Dom-GroupPic-BOHSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJhFX6J82I/AAAAAAAAAKE/56BwZU1fL5U/s400/IMG_2193-Dom-GroupPic-BOHSign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373464050351600482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down the hill to  have lunch. Some of us went to different shops to eat while Uncle Avery and Uncle Yi Kiat went to get a massage. When we were all finished, it started to rain. We went in the car to go to the strawberry farm while the bikers waited for the rain to stop. At the strawberry farm, we took some pictures and looked at some cacti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night, we went out to have steamboat. When I finished, Bailey, Christopher, Uncle Kester and I went back first. We stopped at a shop nearby to buy strawberry strudel. We took such a  long time there that the other bikers came to the shop too. I found an interesting toy at that shop. It was a skull that can be squeezed. When you squeeze it, the "blood" and "worms" inside the skull will pop out from the eye sockets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went back to Singapore. On the way down the mountain, we took some pictures from inside the car. This is a picture of  Daddy riding his bike down Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJinLrHB4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/q7zu_OR-pcI/s1600-h/IMG_2208-Dom-DaddyRidingDown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJinLrHB4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/q7zu_OR-pcI/s400/IMG_2208-Dom-DaddyRidingDown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373465730694449026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-4675064259482126785?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/4675064259482126785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-cameron-highlands-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/4675064259482126785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/4675064259482126785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-cameron-highlands-trip.html' title='My Cameron Highlands Trip'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SpJgfhFlX-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Apoof2Fuvjw/s72-c/IMG_2121-Dom-Breakfast-Day2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-7310681311875901659</id><published>2009-07-03T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:59:28.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>What I Like To Eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I composed this poem myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Like To Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like to eat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A sugar coated sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And things like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'm never fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like to eat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll eat fish meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll eat sushi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'll eat  green veggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like to eat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll eat chicken meat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll eat anything that is yummy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it must fill my big tummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-7310681311875901659?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/7310681311875901659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-like-to-eat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/7310681311875901659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/7310681311875901659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-like-to-eat.html' title='What I Like To Eat'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-7623299743783149737</id><published>2009-05-06T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:43:55.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>How Fun It Is To Be A Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Wish I Were a Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How fun it is to be a fish&lt;br /&gt;To always be free to swim and swish&lt;br /&gt;My delicate rainbow tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I can sleep whenever I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;And have lots of peace and quiet&lt;br /&gt;No noisy siblings with tiresome tales.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can play hide-and-seek all day&lt;br /&gt;On pastures of green algae&lt;br /&gt;Or chase and dance with pretty ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No use crying if my friend dies&lt;br /&gt;Just nibble him up! Isn’t that nice?&lt;br /&gt;A fish's life is  filled with jollies!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-7623299743783149737?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/7623299743783149737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-fun-it-is-to-be-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/7623299743783149737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/7623299743783149737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-fun-it-is-to-be-fish.html' title='How Fun It Is To Be A Fish'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-514047934310712518</id><published>2009-04-30T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:49:08.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My First Horse Riding Lesson (in Malaysia)</title><content type='html'>On my birthday (Saturday), I woke just after the sun had risen to go to Malaysia for my first horse riding lesson with my friends. They were Christian, Ekklesia, Ariel, Ecclesia, Seraphina, Anastasia (a baby) and Noah (a toddler). The riding school  we were going to was called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riders' Lodge&lt;/span&gt;. We had a long ride in our friend’s car. During the journey, we talked mostly about horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SesNjC5IRKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7wTrpsbAZwQ/s1600-h/2009-03+054-Stable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SesNjC5IRKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7wTrpsbAZwQ/s400/2009-03+054-Stable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326365880018814114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the riding school, we went to the stable to look at the horses. There were horses in every stall. The horses were of different colours. We saw that some horses were outside being ridden. We went out to look at other adults ride their horses while the smaller kids went for their pony rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the reception area to get a drink. It was cold and sweet, just nice for a warm day. We drove out to find a coffee shop nearby to have lunch. When we came back from lunch, we went to the jacuzzi to play. I had a fun time playing with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had a snack of biscuits. We went to look at the horses again and to write down the names of the horses. I found that the horse I would be riding was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snappy&lt;/span&gt;, Bailey's was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Impian&lt;/span&gt; and mummy's was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimba&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snappy was a white-coated horse, Impian was brown and Kimba was white too. I was very scared not just because the horse was tall but because we saw a stranger crying and hurt. She had fallen down from her horse and was talking about her broken tooth. I was a little worried because Snappy sounded like a horse that might snap at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up Snappy by climbing up two steps on a wooden stair. At first, an instructor walked beside me. He gave me a whip to whip Snappy and then I controlled the horse alone. The instructor told me to sit up straight and hold the reins up. I had to kick Snappy  with my heels to make him walk. I felt very tall, taller then Snappy. The instructor told me to stop the horse from walking by saying "whoa" and tugging at the reins at the same time. She told me to make the horse turn by kicking the opposite side and pulling the reins on the side I want to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one we went to the centre of the corral (the fenced up area where we had our lesson) to practice trotting. We needed to stand up and down while we trotted. I was very wobbly. Snappy went very fast around the instructor. I felt like if Snappy went any faster, I would fall off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between our lesson, Seraphina had another pony ride. When she came back, we were not done with our lessons yet. So she went to feed the horses. Before we ended the lesson, we went out of the corral to ride around a pond nearby. Then the lesson ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got off our horses, took off our helmets and were walking back to the chairs beside the jacuzzi where the father s were siting, I saw Seraphina crying. Mummy told me that she was bitten by a horse on her arm when she wanted to feed it. That horse's name was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arterial&lt;/span&gt;. He is known to be very moody. We went to a room to comfort Seraphina and to put aloe vera on her bruised arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove for a long time to a restaurant and settled down to have a delicious dinner. After dinner, we played catching at a playground. Then we drove back home to Singapore. I enjoyed the day very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-514047934310712518?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/514047934310712518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-horse-riding-lesson-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/514047934310712518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/514047934310712518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-horse-riding-lesson-in.html' title='My First Horse Riding Lesson (in Malaysia)'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SesNjC5IRKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7wTrpsbAZwQ/s72-c/2009-03+054-Stable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-3524805169916657156</id><published>2009-04-26T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:00:47.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My TripTo Tioman Last Year</title><content type='html'>This post is copied from my journal. It happened last year in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSM2oaYrdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N_zj4IxVyn4/s1600-h/IMG_1068-Tioman-BagsBehind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSM2oaYrdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N_zj4IxVyn4/s400/IMG_1068-Tioman-BagsBehind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010332256087506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning while it was still dark, I took a train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kranji&lt;/span&gt; then hopped on a bus to go to the Singapore checkpoint. It was a short ride before we arrived at the Malaysian checkpoint. I then took another bus. In the bus I ate raisin bread and looked out of the bus window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mersing&lt;/span&gt;, we found a place to have lunch. While we were eating, my incisor dropped out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSNIoUuB8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/LjHIt3Y76FQ/s1600-h/IMG_1077-Tioman-DNTeeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSNIoUuB8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/LjHIt3Y76FQ/s400/IMG_1077-Tioman-DNTeeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010641469966274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we waited to board a boat that will take us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tioman&lt;/span&gt;. We waited for quite a long time. So, daddy and I went to explore the beach. I was worried that the boat will arrive while I was walking around. When the boat finally arrived, we boarded and put our big and heavy bags in a corner for bags. It was very cold inside the boat so daddy and I went up to the top deck which had a roof and railings. There were even seats to sit on but, all the seats were taken up. I took some photographs and one of them is now on the top of Bailey's ( my brother's ) blog. Up there, I looked out at the waves and the bright open sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, I was so excited that I ran out and looked in surprise because it was so beautiful. It was about to rain. We ran to a shelter just when the rain started. When the rain stopped we went to look for a chalet to rent. We were at a town called ABC where there were no air-con houses. We decided to go to another town beside ABC called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tekek&lt;/span&gt;. But Marina Park ("sea park" in Malay), the place we wanted to swim at was at ABC. Daddy said, "We will get a taxi when we want to go to Marina Park."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we found a chalet with air-con beside the sea, we settled down and went out to see the beach and the shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSOVN2lTEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2mnIgEnat7g/s1600-h/IMG_1125-Tioman-Shells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSOVN2lTEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2mnIgEnat7g/s400/IMG_1125-Tioman-Shells.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293011957214170178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dinner we had seafood and sweet and sour chicken. In the night, we went to sleep in the room of mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the weather was good for playing on the beach. This is a picture of Bailey and I monkeying around outside our room's front porch railings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSNRP_NENI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hOFGptNXVN8/s1600-h/IMG_1184-Tioman-ChalletPorch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSNRP_NENI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hOFGptNXVN8/s400/IMG_1184-Tioman-ChalletPorch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010789556097234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the middle of lunch, it rained but we were in the shelter. Our neighbour was going home on that day and he happened to be eating at the same place. So we talked to him while we waited for the rain to stop. We ate ice-cream after that for our dessert. Mine was green apple flavor. It was yummy! When the rain stopped we went back to the chalet. In the night we went out to look at the stars. When we were tired, we went to sleep in our chalet of mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we went to Marina Park to have some fun. We got a taxi to bring us there. When we reached Marina Park, we took off our clothes (we had our swim wear inside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam and swam almost the whole day. For lunch we ate a burger. First we took a towel and dried ourselves, then we ate our burger. When we finished eating our burger we went to swim some more. After awhile, I was tired, so I rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSSr3SBP-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/BCaQg6eKYh4/s1600-h/IMG_1236-Tioman-DatMarineParkDeck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSSr3SBP-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/BCaQg6eKYh4/s400/IMG_1236-Tioman-DatMarineParkDeck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293016744338735074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We swam and swam for the whole day, before going to bathe. We walked back to the chalet. It took about an hours to walk back. We visited the newly built mariner on the way. There were many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yachts&lt;/span&gt; parked there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we took the long journey back home to Singapore. This is a picture of us lying on the hammock outside our chalet before we left. Our chalet is right behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSNhC2jj6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/rXPpAGzo87c/s1600-h/IMG_1246-Tioman-DBHammock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSNhC2jj6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/rXPpAGzo87c/s400/IMG_1246-Tioman-DBHammock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293011060908068770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a videoclip from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cc3997acf40ced0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc3997acf40ced0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329985371%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B0022E4FB815C8CB69D623BCB81C9B7B53AB404.4F56A9C4DF4CD789DAD6EA1E82419BD260FD86E2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc3997acf40ced0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpMyM9yn2ZiDgFpO_ChAZ9jJjXS8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc3997acf40ced0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329985371%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B0022E4FB815C8CB69D623BCB81C9B7B53AB404.4F56A9C4DF4CD789DAD6EA1E82419BD260FD86E2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc3997acf40ced0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpMyM9yn2ZiDgFpO_ChAZ9jJjXS8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-3524805169916657156?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cc3997acf40ced0e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/3524805169916657156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-tripto-tioman-last-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/3524805169916657156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/3524805169916657156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-tripto-tioman-last-year.html' title='My TripTo Tioman Last Year'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXSM2oaYrdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N_zj4IxVyn4/s72-c/IMG_1068-Tioman-BagsBehind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-6885752071703436398</id><published>2009-04-22T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:19:33.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Centipede</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/Se8mYJcdxzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5yhP_Yvc-Mg/s1600-h/2009-04+022-Centipede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/Se8mYJcdxzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5yhP_Yvc-Mg/s400/2009-04+022-Centipede.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327519080496613170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Centipede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am slimy.&lt;br /&gt;I am tiny.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a burrower.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a wriggler.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a segmented, many-legged,&lt;br /&gt;Shiny armoured, mighty stinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Want me dead!&lt;br /&gt;Stamp their feet&lt;br /&gt;And hit my head.&lt;br /&gt;So I scare them with a bite,&lt;br /&gt;From my poison claws all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-6885752071703436398?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/6885752071703436398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/04/centipede.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/6885752071703436398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/6885752071703436398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/04/centipede.html' title='Centipede'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/Se8mYJcdxzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5yhP_Yvc-Mg/s72-c/2009-04+022-Centipede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-6898995894213525135</id><published>2009-03-23T16:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:22:29.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Sleep Mr. Dragon</title><content type='html'>Mr. Dragon,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;Dream of grub,&lt;br /&gt;And don't wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-6898995894213525135?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/6898995894213525135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-mr-dragon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/6898995894213525135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/6898995894213525135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-mr-dragon.html' title='Sleep Mr. Dragon'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-8905686934756086558</id><published>2009-03-15T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:38:29.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riddles'/><title type='text'>Riddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;RIDDLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (that I made up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. What does a frog call a rabbit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. What do crocodiles wear on their foot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Which is the most calm animal in a storm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. What toy will a dolphins like to play with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. How many steps do you take to climb a tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Where do people sleep in Chicago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. When will there be eggs in your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; What word has&lt;/span&gt; these letters - 1"v", 2"l"s , 3 "s"s and 4 "e"s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What does a frog call a rabbit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ribbit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. What do crocodiles wear on their foot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crocs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Which is the most calm animal in a storm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A clam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. What toy will a dolphins like to play with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A doll with a fin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. How many steps do you take to climb a tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Where do people sleep in Chicago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In cargoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. When will there be eggs in your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you have headache!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; What word has&lt;/span&gt; these letters - 1"v", 2"l"s , 3 "s"s and 4 "e"s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleeveless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-8905686934756086558?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/8905686934756086558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/03/riddles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/8905686934756086558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/8905686934756086558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/03/riddles.html' title='Riddles'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-2412672834711176476</id><published>2009-03-05T22:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:49:18.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>Look at that bug,&lt;br /&gt;On the rug.&lt;br /&gt;Look at that bird,&lt;br /&gt;In the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I saw a bumblle bee,&lt;br /&gt;Will it sting me?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I saw a fat pig,&lt;br /&gt;Will he nibble on figs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-2412672834711176476?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/2412672834711176476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/03/nature.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/2412672834711176476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/2412672834711176476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/03/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-1307359288581123433</id><published>2009-02-27T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:26:43.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Rock Climbing At The American School</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, Bailey and I went with Mummy to the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; American School&lt;/span&gt;. Daddy went there, too. He rode there on his motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we bought coupons for the playing. Mummy went to a room to look at books while Daddy brought Bailey and I to look at the games there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SaaSDcoNwjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-sdSwseHZYc/s1600-h/2009-02+135-RockClimbingDB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SaaSDcoNwjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-sdSwseHZYc/s400/2009-02+135-RockClimbingDB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307089798824837682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to go rock climbing. It was quite scary but I managed to go at least halfway up the wall.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SaaR2B5FUsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Cg-ZckfxXys/s1600-h/2009-02+143-RockClimbingD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SaaR2B5FUsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Cg-ZckfxXys/s400/2009-02+143-RockClimbingD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307089568309531330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once I was swinging on the rope that they attached me on because I fell off the wall. I almost kick somebody's head. He was a tall and strong helper who was there to catch the legs of swinging kids. Suddenly he looked up and the next thing I knew he was holding my leg. He pushed me back to the wall to continue climbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-1307359288581123433?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/1307359288581123433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/02/rock-climbing-at-american-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/1307359288581123433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/1307359288581123433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/02/rock-climbing-at-american-school.html' title='Rock Climbing At The American School'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SaaSDcoNwjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-sdSwseHZYc/s72-c/2009-02+135-RockClimbingDB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-2062228822278682954</id><published>2009-02-17T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:54:54.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>West Indian Locust Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SZGwf9BAInI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WsDZuPKrxYU/s1600-h/2009-02+017-DStinkingToeDrawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SZGwf9BAInI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WsDZuPKrxYU/s400/2009-02+017-DStinkingToeDrawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301212299392983666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;West Indian Locus Tree&lt;/span&gt; is a tree that has a fruit called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Stinking Toe"&lt;/span&gt;. It's very very very very very stinky, but people like to eat it because it's very very very sweet. It's flower is pollinated by a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nectar Drinking Bat&lt;/span&gt;. People use a liquid that ooze out of the trunk, called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resin&lt;/span&gt; for a lot of things like violin varnish. The wood from the West Indian Locust Tree will not be attacked by fungus and termites so it can be used to make things. Sometimes when you are walking around some where with a West Indian Locust Tree you will see bats pollinating the flowers at night. You may also notice holes on the tree. These holes are made by woodpeckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-2062228822278682954?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/2062228822278682954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/02/west-indian-locust-tree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/2062228822278682954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/2062228822278682954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/02/west-indian-locust-tree.html' title='West Indian Locust Tree'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SZGwf9BAInI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WsDZuPKrxYU/s72-c/2009-02+017-DStinkingToeDrawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-3579731978047525495</id><published>2009-02-16T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:52:39.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>What I Did At Penyabong Beach</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, Grandad came to pick us up from home to go to Johor Bahru orphanage because one of daddy's biking friend organized a trip to Penyabong beach with a group orphans. On the car, it was a tight squeeze because daddy also came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the orphanage, the kids were already lining up to go into the bus. We talked with the pastor before we went into the bus. He is the one who takes care of the children in the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Penyabong, some of Daddy's friends were playing and singing some Christian songs. After a while, I slept so I didn't know much of what was happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we reached the beach, all the kids were eager to play including me. But we all had to eat our lunch first. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished eating, we started our fun. &lt;span&gt;We  took out our sand play toys and shared it with the other children. Some children dug a big pit in the sand and fill it with water. A few children helped to carry sea water using a big plastic bag we found on the beach. I  helped too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;We also buried our friends in the sand&lt;/span&gt;.  I had a fun time burying one boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;We played in the water. I played water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; polo with Bailey and another boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2g6tdicEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/y_VAiY7Fj1k/s1600-h/SSL23198-PenybongBeach-KidsSwimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2g6tdicEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/y_VAiY7Fj1k/s400/SSL23198-PenybongBeach-KidsSwimming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300069266981285954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;At first I played soccer with a few other boys. After that, almost all the children joined in. My team lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; because many of the good players in my team quited half way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2Wh2jbiZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lBH5_wMTbiE/s1600-h/2009-01+314-Penyabong-KidsSoccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2Wh2jbiZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lBH5_wMTbiE/s400/2009-01+314-Penyabong-KidsSoccer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300057844808911250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;We played some interesting group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We played a few types of game like master mine we played it by drawing squares on the sand. One group has a clip board with a paper of the same number of  squares. They use a magnet to plant bombs in certain squares.  The people from the other group will not know where the bombs are. They will try to get to the end without stepping on any bombs&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2W0-c-OBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VMwOnXXrWrY/s1600-h/2009-01+337-Penyabong-KidsMinesDWatching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2W0-c-OBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VMwOnXXrWrY/s400/2009-01+337-Penyabong-KidsMinesDWatching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300058173346822162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also caught some crabs nearing the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2g_1HWBNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nf1u3pyh7DI/s1600-h/SSL23275-Penyabong-3Crabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2g_1HWBNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nf1u3pyh7DI/s400/SSL23275-Penyabong-3Crabs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300069354935026898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to bathe then walked on the sand bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2g1EZpPPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9L-m3C4Eoyk/s1600-h/P1050890-Penyabong-CatchingCrabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2g1EZpPPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9L-m3C4Eoyk/s400/P1050890-Penyabong-CatchingCrabs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300069170059754738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2hIwBjdnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3cuoXbIbkgk/s1600-h/IMG_3519-PenyabongGroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2hIwBjdnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3cuoXbIbkgk/s400/IMG_3519-PenyabongGroup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300069508187387506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-3579731978047525495?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/3579731978047525495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-did-at-penyabong-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/3579731978047525495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/3579731978047525495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-did-at-penyabong-beach.html' title='What I Did At Penyabong Beach'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SY2g6tdicEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/y_VAiY7Fj1k/s72-c/SSL23198-PenybongBeach-KidsSwimming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-2229771396637437091</id><published>2009-01-23T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:22:30.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><title type='text'>The Chartres Cathedral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjEiZD6C6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jVXCfAqWqP4/s1600-h/2009-01+056-MouseCathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjEiZD6C6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jVXCfAqWqP4/s400/2009-01+056-MouseCathedral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289693857468517282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the Chartres Cathedral. It is in France near Paris  and is built&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in 1220 AD.&lt;/span&gt; It's a church honoring a saint. The first Chartres was burnt down. It was built another time. After that a lightning strike made another fire and the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chartres Cathedral was damaged.&lt;/span&gt; The church had a special tunic. People believed that the tunic was worn by Mary, Jesus' mother. Many people that worship Mary go to the Chartres Cathedral. During the second fire, some people saved the tunic. The Chartres was quickly rebuilt. The &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chartres Cathedral was famous for it's flying buttresses and&lt;/span&gt; stained-glass windows. The picture on top is a paper model of the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chartres Cathedral I made with Bailey's help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the other paper models from the same book. The book is called&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mouse House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. The models in the book are supposed to be houses for the computer mouse. I got this book from Aunty Minna as a Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Parthenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjEbaf4LtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uUwWk_KNCko/s1600-h/2009-01+052-MouseParthenon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjEbaf4LtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uUwWk_KNCko/s400/2009-01+052-MouseParthenon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289693737595186898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjD64XB-NI/AAAAAAAAAFM/69slw1KTGJQ/s1600-h/2009-01+049-MouseWhiteHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjD64XB-NI/AAAAAAAAAFM/69slw1KTGJQ/s400/2009-01+049-MouseWhiteHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289693178675460306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Golden Pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjDxkeT7sI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xjMVv0_4i8g/s1600-h/2009-01+060-MousePagoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjDxkeT7sI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xjMVv0_4i8g/s400/2009-01+060-MousePagoda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289693018718465730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Taj mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjDoPdOyRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mHVD5BBr6Xs/s1600-h/2009-01+046-MouseTajMahal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjDoPdOyRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mHVD5BBr6Xs/s400/2009-01+046-MouseTajMahal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692858457966866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-2229771396637437091?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/2229771396637437091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/chartres-cathedral.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/2229771396637437091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/2229771396637437091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/chartres-cathedral.html' title='The Chartres Cathedral'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjEiZD6C6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jVXCfAqWqP4/s72-c/2009-01+056-MouseCathedral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-1898541041782825387</id><published>2009-01-17T22:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:29:38.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><title type='text'>The Wicked Pirate and the Gentleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXHwTqYs6LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OMXySayWYAo/s1600-h/IMG_6381-DramaDProudPirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXHwTqYs6LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OMXySayWYAo/s400/IMG_6381-DramaDProudPirate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292275257723119794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narrator &lt;/span&gt;: Look at this Pirate. He looks like he's up to no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirate &lt;/span&gt;: I'm going to see who I can disturb... Hey! That silly guy there looks like an easy target. Let's get him. There he is. We can sneak on him. Let's do it now or he'll run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXHwcIxwRrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wXlyb-9Qrw0/s1600-h/IMG_6387-DramaBNerd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXHwcIxwRrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wXlyb-9Qrw0/s400/IMG_6387-DramaBNerd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292275403320215218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gentleman &lt;/span&gt;: Hey that Pirate  looks awfully disgusting. Let's get out of his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXHwk8UUQlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/d88Nv2SFfX0/s1600-h/IMG_6391-DramaEasyTarget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXHwk8UUQlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/d88Nv2SFfX0/s400/IMG_6391-DramaEasyTarget.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292275554594341458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narrator &lt;/span&gt;: Oh no! What is happening here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gentleman &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;ARRGGHHH!!! &lt;/span&gt;I surrender! I surrender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirate &lt;/span&gt;: Haha Haha!!! I want to create more trouble. Who should I disturb next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------THE END----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Playwright&lt;/span&gt; : Dominic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirate : Dominic&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman : Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-1898541041782825387?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/1898541041782825387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/narrator-look-at-this-pirate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/1898541041782825387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/1898541041782825387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/narrator-look-at-this-pirate.html' title='The Wicked Pirate and the Gentleman'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SXHwTqYs6LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OMXySayWYAo/s72-c/IMG_6381-DramaDProudPirate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-9135366203569158743</id><published>2009-01-11T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:54:31.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Greek Language</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody. I know how to write my name in Greek. Do you? The picture below is my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjDJbJmIDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/J3knWNd0HLc/s1600-h/DominicInGreek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjDJbJmIDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/J3knWNd0HLc/s400/DominicInGreek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692329020891186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what this other one says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjDR4dGLaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_AI2rofBOFw/s1600-h/Greek-ReadMyBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjDR4dGLaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_AI2rofBOFw/s400/Greek-ReadMyBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692474326265250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Read my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in Greek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this because I have a history book that we borrowed from the library. It has a page that shows the Greek alphabet. Do you know what letters are alpha and omega? Do you know who said "I am the alpha and the omega."? They are the "a" and "z" of the Greek alphabet! And it was Jesus who said that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-9135366203569158743?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/9135366203569158743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/greek-language.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/9135366203569158743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/9135366203569158743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/greek-language.html' title='Greek Language'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWjDJbJmIDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/J3knWNd0HLc/s72-c/DominicInGreek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-1187449337513154138</id><published>2009-01-09T17:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:59:44.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My Nature Trip To Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve&lt;/span&gt; with my usual homeschool group, mummy and Bailey. When everybody had reached, we walked one of the trails in the park. I saw many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Golden Web Spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; in the middle of their orb webs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWitsl-tywI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Tv2M3kMakpo/s1600-h/2009-01+103-SBulohGoldenWebSpider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWitsl-tywI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Tv2M3kMakpo/s400/2009-01+103-SBulohGoldenWebSpider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289668743967656706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monitor Lizards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;basking, crawling, sleeping and swimming. I even went up close to one of the monitor lizards. I was just an inch away before I could touch it! But I couldn't go closer because it scrambled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWiuAPG2n-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/d6sz89U2jnY/s1600-h/2009-01+118-SBulohMonitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWiuAPG2n-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/d6sz89U2jnY/s400/2009-01+118-SBulohMonitor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289669081425158114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked, talked, played games and drew. I drew one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Egret&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cotton Stainer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in my notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWitcTc_MlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kz1gteK2GU4/s1600-h/2009-01+102-SBulohCottonStainerBug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWitcTc_MlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kz1gteK2GU4/s400/2009-01+102-SBulohCottonStainerBug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289668464116445778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-1187449337513154138?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/1187449337513154138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-nature-trip-to-sungei-buloh-wetland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/1187449337513154138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/1187449337513154138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-nature-trip-to-sungei-buloh-wetland.html' title='My Nature Trip To Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWitsl-tywI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Tv2M3kMakpo/s72-c/2009-01+103-SBulohGoldenWebSpider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-8413419128577369478</id><published>2009-01-05T14:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:49:31.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>How to Keep Guppy Fry?</title><content type='html'>Last night, Mummy was in the balcony and found some Guppy fry. We were very excited because we have never seen a Guppy fry before. Daddy also came to see. We saw the fry hiding under a rock. Later, we found more fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWHhqinjzAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4gg8jz9YOYs/s1600-h/2009-01+023-GuppyFryUnderRock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWHhqinjzAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4gg8jz9YOYs/s400/2009-01+023-GuppyFryUnderRock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287755558473157634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We separated the fry from all the other bigger fishes. You can read more about what we did that night in &lt;a href="http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/six-guppy-fry.html"&gt;Bailey's Basking Bay&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know how to keep them alive so Mummy went on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to check this out. This morning, I read the information she found and tried to answer some important questions. Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to know that a female Guppy is pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's belly will be big  and it will have a gravid spot on it's abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to know that a female Guppy is going to deliver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female will try to find a hiding place, or stay around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aquatic&lt;/span&gt; plants in the tank. It  will rub it's head up and down on the sides of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aquarium&lt;/span&gt;. The female may have difficulties         swimming  and also will not eat much. It's Gravid spot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be darker than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How often does a female Guppy give birth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will give birth about once every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many fry is delivered at one time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 to  25 fry may come out at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How big are the fry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fry is about 7mm when it is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What should you feed the fry and how often do you have to feed them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should feed the fry crushed fish flakes or cooked egg yolk mashed with water. Feed them about 4 to 5 meals per day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-8413419128577369478?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/8413419128577369478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-little-fry-in-aquariam.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/8413419128577369478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/8413419128577369478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-little-fry-in-aquariam.html' title='How to Keep Guppy Fry?'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SWHhqinjzAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4gg8jz9YOYs/s72-c/2009-01+023-GuppyFryUnderRock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-6949697392181573668</id><published>2008-12-31T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:41:08.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt; everyone&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-6949697392181573668?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/6949697392181573668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-visitors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/6949697392181573668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/6949697392181573668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-visitors.html' title='Happy New Year Visitors'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-5244380235204273211</id><published>2008-12-30T13:17:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:49:44.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Bailey and His Helicopter</title><content type='html'>On Christmas day, we went to Gong gong's home. We had a Christmas dinner at his home. This year he gave us a remote control helicopter for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited that I pulled the plastic-bag off the box straight away. It was not wrapped up. Inside the box there were two helicopters. One helicopter was for me and the other was for Bailey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I was too excited, but I was also too tired to look at my helicopter. I went to sleep immediately after I did all my night routines. In the middle of the night I couldn't sleep because, I was very excited. In the morning I finished my chores very fast so that I could charge the helicopter but we had to pack to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday afternoon, Mummy allowed me to take out the helicopter. She read some of the instructions. When we finished charging and getting all the things ready we went downstairs to play. When we were downstairs at the big field below my block. I switched my helicopter on and started to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After less then 5 minutes Bailey's helicopter got stuck in a tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to get  it down but the tree was too tall for even mummy to reach. Mummy went to the second level and looked down at the trees, but she couldn't see anything. We went up to try to find a long stick. Mummy went to the balcony and found a bamboo pole which was used for hanging laundry. She also looked for a binoculars and looked down at the trees from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to look some more but we still couldn't find it. And now we gave up because we couldn't think of a way to get the helicopter down and also because it was time for dinner and we were very hungry. We spent one hour or more looking for the helicopter. That's why I call this post "Bailey and His Helicopter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was sleeping, Mummy and Daddy went down to look for the helicopter using a torch. Daddy was looking at the bushes and around the trees and Mummy was feeling around on the ground. Suddenly Mummy saw a little sparkling thing and picked it up and found that it was the helicopter that Bailey lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Bailey was surprised to find his helicopter back in its box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we played almost the whole day. Here is a picture of me flying my helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SVonOMV-5WI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O1kdLPLi77w/s1600-h/2008-12+150-DFlyingHelicopter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SVonOMV-5WI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O1kdLPLi77w/s400/2008-12+150-DFlyingHelicopter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285580237457778018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I control the helicopter to go upwards by pushing the throttle up and move side ways by moving the joystick that controls the direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of me flying my helicopter that my mother helped me upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZNYTSu_CFc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZNYTSu_CFc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Gong gong. I like the helicopter present a lot. I like the way it moves. It can move like a real helicopter but not so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-5244380235204273211?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/5244380235204273211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/bailey-and-his-helicopter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/5244380235204273211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/5244380235204273211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/bailey-and-his-helicopter.html' title='Bailey and His Helicopter'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SVonOMV-5WI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O1kdLPLi77w/s72-c/2008-12+150-DFlyingHelicopter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-5034472521561966529</id><published>2008-12-29T17:19:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:01:06.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My Aquarium Full of Fishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SVi6wW568qI/AAAAAAAAADs/o5AnvyGX4iQ/s1600-h/2008-12+183-DFishTank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SVi6wW568qI/AAAAAAAAADs/o5AnvyGX4iQ/s400/2008-12+183-DFishTank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285179502664282786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, my brother, mother and I went to the fish shop to get some fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the shop which was at Clementi. My mother saw a pail of water that had fishes in it. She saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guppies &lt;/span&gt;in it. I liked the Guppies because it gives birth very often and it looks very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought 4 Neon Tetras, 2 Black Tetras, 5 Male Guppies, 3 Female Guppies, 2 Black Mollies, 2 other fishes (that we didn't know the names and that we accidentally caught) and 4 more that were caught by mistake (they looked like ikan billis). So we have 22 fishes altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SVi23Y5LJXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GUrRJT7C_Uc/s1600-h/2008-12+170-Fishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SVi23Y5LJXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GUrRJT7C_Uc/s400/2008-12+170-Fishes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285175225410594162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, one Neon Tetra died. We thought it was because there was still too much chlorine in the water. Today when we were taking photographs to put in this post, we noticed that a female Guppy died. We were so sad. Now we are left with 19 fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that the female Guppy that was pregnant would give birth so we will have more fishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-5034472521561966529?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/5034472521561966529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-aquarium-full-of-fishes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/5034472521561966529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/5034472521561966529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-aquarium-full-of-fishes.html' title='My Aquarium Full of Fishes'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SVi6wW568qI/AAAAAAAAADs/o5AnvyGX4iQ/s72-c/2008-12+183-DFishTank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-3313913232783471046</id><published>2008-12-20T18:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:30:04.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>At the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SUzWzAf8vLI/AAAAAAAAADk/BeLhg5EANGM/s1600-h/2008-12+054-SticksAsPins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SUzWzAf8vLI/AAAAAAAAADk/BeLhg5EANGM/s400/2008-12+054-SticksAsPins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281832634794425522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day at the park,&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees and peeling bark.&lt;br /&gt;Playing golf,&lt;br /&gt;With sticks and balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling using sticks as pins,&lt;br /&gt;Doing our best to see who wins.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer was played by kicking balls,&lt;br /&gt;Between goal-posts of trees so tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running about,&lt;br /&gt;Shouting so loud.&lt;br /&gt;Stopping the games,&lt;br /&gt;Only because it rained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-3313913232783471046?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/3313913232783471046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-park.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/3313913232783471046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/3313913232783471046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-park.html' title='At the Park'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SUzWzAf8vLI/AAAAAAAAADk/BeLhg5EANGM/s72-c/2008-12+054-SticksAsPins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-13028142876317436</id><published>2008-12-19T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:56:44.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>The Gnu</title><content type='html'>One day, when I was at the zoo, I drew a gnu. Here is a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SUzLeBD08aI/AAAAAAAAADc/ReGCSJ-DMZs/s1600-h/IMG_6447-DDrawingGnu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SUzLeBD08aI/AAAAAAAAADc/ReGCSJ-DMZs/s400/IMG_6447-DDrawingGnu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281820179539751330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gnu that I drew was the fattest of all the gnus in the enclosure. It was very difficult to draw the gnu because it kept moving and turning around from side to side. It was also very difficult because it was all black so it was hard to see. But I did it in the end. I used my mummy's watercolour paint to paint it. I succeeded the first time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-13028142876317436?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/13028142876317436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/gnu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/13028142876317436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/13028142876317436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/gnu.html' title='The Gnu'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SUzLeBD08aI/AAAAAAAAADc/ReGCSJ-DMZs/s72-c/IMG_6447-DDrawingGnu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-8494973632827562720</id><published>2008-12-13T18:57:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:37:06.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Feeding Goats at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I was at the Zoo. I went to Kidzworld then we went to see the animals. On the way out it happened to be goat feeding time. The zookeeper  tied some Jackfruit leaves and branches on a stick beside the goat pen. &lt;span&gt;The zookeeper said that these goats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;only eat Jackfruits leaves and branches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SUO58zKXtyI/AAAAAAAAADE/Kdc7xpNuHl8/s1600-h/IMG_6406-DFeedingGoat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SUO58zKXtyI/AAAAAAAAADE/Kdc7xpNuHl8/s400/IMG_6406-DFeedingGoat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279267642385348386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I only fed the goat leaves, but later I noticed other people feeding the big branches, too. I tried to feed some branches. The goat stuck it's big pink tongue out and slurpped. When it could reach the branch, it bit the branch, but it didn't chew. It pulled the branch into the fence before it chewed and ate up the branch.  Then it dropped the branch just in time to &lt;span&gt;butt it's horns in the neck of another goat who was trying to snatch the branch from it.&lt;/span&gt; It didn't take the branch back to eat but instead, it went on a rock and didn't eat anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end when the zookeeper came to take the branches away, one goat wanted some more,  but  it bleated something like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"EEEnOUgh! EEEnOUgh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that the zookeeper shook his head and replied,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ya. Ya. Enough!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SUO6QfCy0VI/AAAAAAAAADM/_Lz-BVqyE7A/s1600-h/IMG_6407-DFeedingGoat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SUO6QfCy0VI/AAAAAAAAADM/_Lz-BVqyE7A/s400/IMG_6407-DFeedingGoat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279267980582244690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-8494973632827562720?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/8494973632827562720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeding-goats-at-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/8494973632827562720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/8494973632827562720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeding-goats-at-zoo.html' title='Feeding Goats at the Zoo'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SUO58zKXtyI/AAAAAAAAADE/Kdc7xpNuHl8/s72-c/IMG_6406-DFeedingGoat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-574971677820000862</id><published>2008-11-25T18:44:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:36:28.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>A Sungie Boloh Wet Land Reserve camp.</title><content type='html'>One Friday morning, I woke up very early to go for a camp at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sungei Buloh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the train to Bukit Gombak MRT station. My friend's mother gave us a lift to Sungei Buloh. He was also attending the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Sungei Buloh, we were divided into four groups. I was in a group called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Wolves&lt;/span&gt;, my brother in one called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange Orang Utans&lt;/span&gt; and my friend who brought me to the camp in a group called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink Panthers.&lt;/span&gt; The last group was called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purple Dinosaurs &lt;/span&gt;but none of my friends were in it. After awhile another of my friends came, he happened to be in the same group as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SS0koRQQQ_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tOzxvsNUjM4/s1600-h/DomsGroupNatureCamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SS0koRQQQ_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tOzxvsNUjM4/s400/DomsGroupNatureCamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272911012965663730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we played a game called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Fire and Tornado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It was very fun. After awhile they gave us breakfast. I enjoyed the part of the camp nearing the end when we made a clay mudskipper. I also enjoyed making a Tailorbird's nest. Too bad, I lost both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points were awarded during games and quizzes, and also for finished worksheets and for spoting animals ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team had the most points so I was very exited because we could win prizes. My team was really the best so we got a goody bag! Bailey's team was the second but I was surprised that the prize was the same! After that we went out side to take pictures. My team was the last to get our photographs taken because we were the best. We got four badges and a certificate. Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SS0k2_0FgdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eBx9klk5XNM/s1600-h/2008-11+092-DomNatureCampCert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SS0k2_0FgdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eBx9klk5XNM/s400/2008-11+092-DomNatureCampCert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272911265982153170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this camp so much that I would want to go for the same camp next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very fun. What an interesting day out with nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-574971677820000862?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/574971677820000862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/11/sungie-boloh-wet-land-reserve-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/574971677820000862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/574971677820000862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/11/sungie-boloh-wet-land-reserve-camp.html' title='A Sungie Boloh Wet Land Reserve camp.'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SS0koRQQQ_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tOzxvsNUjM4/s72-c/DomsGroupNatureCamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-8776422760763857554</id><published>2008-11-16T16:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:35:23.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Jabez's birthday party.</title><content type='html'>One Saturday morning, my brother, mother and I went to my friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jabez's birthday party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played and had a paper airplane competition, it would be very fun if your plane is very well folded and you get a prize. One of Jabez's friend got the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went downstairs of Jabez's block and had a competitionto see whose plane could fly the furthest. Jabez's plane went the furthest but since he was the birthday boy he didn't  get the prize because he already had so many presents. So the second boy got the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Jabez's house, I ate:1 pizzas, 2 nuggets and 3 sausages, they where very nice and yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself a lot. I liked the food and the games. Thank you Jabez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-8776422760763857554?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/8776422760763857554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/11/jabezs-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/8776422760763857554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/8776422760763857554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/11/jabezs-birthday-party.html' title='Jabez&apos;s birthday party.'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-8344806724221228034</id><published>2008-11-01T18:30:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:11:32.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riddles'/><title type='text'>Bird Riddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are 10 bird riddles. I made up myself!&lt;/span&gt; (My mother helped me a little.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which bird is the richest bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which bird hates to chew its food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which bird can turn very well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which is a miner's favourite pet bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which bird has 102 eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which bird loves to eat Oreo biscuits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Which bird makes a good postman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which bird loves to play badminton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Which bird do you go to if you want a tuxedo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which bird can turn its head all the way to the back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riddles with Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Which bird is the richest bird?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SRAtgwEVrEI/AAAAAAAAACs/EWskEhsJgdo/s1600-h/Dollardird2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SRAtgwEVrEI/AAAAAAAAACs/EWskEhsJgdo/s200/Dollardird2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264758005078273090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dollarbird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. Which bird hates to chew its food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Swallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;3. Which bird can turn very well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. Which is a miner's favourite pet bird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Myna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;5. Which bird has 102 eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Peacock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;6. Which bird loves to eat Oreo biscuits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Oriole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;7. Which bird makes a good postman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pigeon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;8. Which bird loves to play badminton?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SRArwjo8awI/AAAAAAAAACc/04KOoJ8SP8A/s1600-h/Drongo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SRArwjo8awI/AAAAAAAAACc/04KOoJ8SP8A/s200/Drongo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264756077596797698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Racket-tailed Drongo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;9. Which bird do you go to if you want a tuxedo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SRAr1EOFdoI/AAAAAAAAACk/oRryTdeIrPI/s1600-h/Tailorbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SRAr1EOFdoI/AAAAAAAAACk/oRryTdeIrPI/s200/Tailorbird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264756155061991042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tailorbird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which bird can turn its head all the way to the back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Owl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-8344806724221228034?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/8344806724221228034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/11/bird-riddles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/8344806724221228034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/8344806724221228034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/11/bird-riddles.html' title='Bird Riddles'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SRAtgwEVrEI/AAAAAAAAACs/EWskEhsJgdo/s72-c/Dollardird2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-5653154045458970216</id><published>2008-10-28T16:14:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:56:29.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My First Ride On A Motor Bike.</title><content type='html'>One afternoon, I was surprised that I was going to go out with my father on his motor bike to buy lunch. This was unsual because we normally go on our bicycles. This was my first ride on a motor bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the car park to get his bike.  He told me some rules before we wore our helmets. He sat on the bike. I sat behind him. Then my father started the engine so we could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cooling when the bike moved but hot when it stopped. At first it was a little scary. I heard the engine. It was very loud. I could smell the fumes from all the vehicles around me. I had to hug my Father's waist so that I won't fall off. After a while I felt quite brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the market my father bought three packs of chicken rice and a pack of fried Kwei Tiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to ride on his motor bike again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-5653154045458970216?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/5653154045458970216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-ride-on-motor-bike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/5653154045458970216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/5653154045458970216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-ride-on-motor-bike.html' title='My First Ride On A Motor Bike.'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-4440172467444662251</id><published>2008-10-23T15:37:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:57:04.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Books'/><title type='text'>What's Your Angle, Pythagoras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SQCCMQ9r0BI/AAAAAAAAACE/Cx3_xKP-3dA/s1600-h/2008-10+342-Pythagoras-Rope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SQCCMQ9r0BI/AAAAAAAAACE/Cx3_xKP-3dA/s200/2008-10+342-Pythagoras-Rope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260347511992471570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pythagoras met a builder. His name was Neferhephersekeper but people called him Nef. Pythagoras saw a lighthouse that Nef built and asked,"How did you make that lighthouse so straight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used a magic rope." he said and lifted his hand to show the rope that had twelve knots on it. But Nef didn't want to tell Pythagoras the secret to how this rope was used. Pythagoras found out that he had to put 3 knots at the bottom, 4 on the wall and 5 slanted from the wall down to the floor. That gave a right triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nef helped Pythagoras and his father carry some tiles to the shore because Nef bought the tiles from them. He said, "Let me get the money to pay you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pythagoras' father and Nef went to deal with the money. Pythagoras wanted to play with the tiles on the floor. He saw a triangular base made of stone. He arranged three tiles on one side of the base and two more rows of three to make a square. On the second side he did the same but with a square of four. On the third side he did the same but with a square of five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SQCCUfAPMxI/AAAAAAAAACM/O_m5ljVPA8c/s1600-h/2008-10+34-PhythagorasTriangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SQCCUfAPMxI/AAAAAAAAACM/O_m5ljVPA8c/s200/2008-10+34-PhythagorasTriangle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260347653200229138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He found out that (square of 3) + (square of 4) = (square of 5). When we square a number, we mulitply a number by itself. He found out that this works for any right triangle. If you know the length of the two shorter sides you can find out the length of the longest side.  Pythagoras is very clever because many people don't know this - even his father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helped his friends and his father do their jobs. He helped his frends by making their ladder long enough to reach the top of the temple they are building. It helped his farther measure how long it was from their island to Crete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this book very much because it is a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-4440172467444662251?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/4440172467444662251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/10/pythagoras-nef-and-magic-rope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/4440172467444662251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/4440172467444662251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/10/pythagoras-nef-and-magic-rope.html' title='What&apos;s Your Angle, Pythagoras?'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SQCCMQ9r0BI/AAAAAAAAACE/Cx3_xKP-3dA/s72-c/2008-10+342-Pythagoras-Rope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-1338569395029633013</id><published>2008-10-22T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:25:03.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Books'/><title type='text'>Book: Cora Frears</title><content type='html'>Cora Frear was once a little girl. She was 10 years old and her dad was a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Cora was coming back from Sunday school. She saw her father preparing two horses and a buggy. She knew he was going to go out to treat his patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly ate her bread and jumped on the buggy before her dad set off. They were in the middle of a prairie when they heard a loud noise. They thought and thought until they knew what it was. A prairie fire! Cora's farther had a very good way of keeping themselves alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know how they survived the fire, you'll have to read the book yourself. The book's title is Cora Frear by Doris Ettlinger. This is a true story. It happened in 1887-1985. I love to read about real people and their stories.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really like this story. I wish I owned this book. Then I'll be able to read it many times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the second best book I have ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-1338569395029633013?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/1338569395029633013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-cora-frears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/1338569395029633013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/1338569395029633013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-cora-frears.html' title='Book: Cora Frears'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-7959357714790615048</id><published>2008-10-17T05:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:34:36.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Robo Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SPw9WfAm_wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KdPDsB8RRso/s1600-h/2008-10+304-RoboSports.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SPw9WfAm_wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KdPDsB8RRso/s400/2008-10+304-RoboSports.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259145921352367874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Science Centre for a robotic workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the class, we were put into groups of three. I was with my brother and my friend Jabez. Each group had a robot to work with. We attached an arm to our robot. It was used for dropping balls into a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our robot was a sensor that helps it see the track that it was going to go on. There was a light at the end of this track. When our robot started to move, it went quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made three different types of robots. The first one wasn't so interesting. It had a chain in front of it. We put two balls in our robot and let it go. When it reached the end of the track, it dropped its ball and stopped because it sensed the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second type of arm was a bit more interesting. It looked liked a bulldozer's shovel that was used to hold and drop a ball. It went off on the track and when it reached the end, it dropped the ball like before and stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the robot with the third arm the most. It could shoot the balls out instead of dropping it. When our robot reached the end of the track, it shot three balls one by one and stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished all three robots the instructor gave us three bookmarks for finishing all three tasks. On one side of the bookmark there was a question. On the other side was the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just one last task. It was to make our robot shoot seven balls at a time by joining all three arms together. When our robot moved along the track, it reached the end and almost finished the task. But when it was time for our last ball to shoot,  it shot too far that it didn't aim the goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had done all the packing up, the teacher gave us a badge as a reward although our last ball didn't aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this day so much that I'll never forget it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-7959357714790615048?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/7959357714790615048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/10/sports-robotic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/7959357714790615048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/7959357714790615048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/10/sports-robotic.html' title='Robo Sports'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SPw9WfAm_wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KdPDsB8RRso/s72-c/2008-10+304-RoboSports.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587132231976337760.post-5008687491644059360</id><published>2008-10-15T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:30:12.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The Lost Mitten</title><content type='html'>Brian the Giant&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a mitten&lt;br /&gt;That is bitten.&lt;br /&gt;Bitten by a mouse&lt;br /&gt;Who loves to be hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a fierce cat comes by&lt;br /&gt;The mouse will by eaten.&lt;br /&gt;So Brian the Giant&lt;br /&gt;Can never ever find&lt;br /&gt;The hidden, bitten, mitten&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the fierce cat&lt;br /&gt;Is always nearby.&lt;br /&gt;So the mouse won't come out&lt;br /&gt;With its hidden bitten mitten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587132231976337760-5008687491644059360?l=tangydominic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/feeds/5008687491644059360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/10/lost-mitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/5008687491644059360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587132231976337760/posts/default/5008687491644059360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2008/10/lost-mitten.html' title='The Lost Mitten'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05928428422747253307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ42meCee8Y/SP9FQQ5TJAI/AAAAAAAAABc/QBAV_Qa_V4o/S220/IMG_4808-Dom-Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
