<?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-552966845226243644</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:46:53.326-08:00</updated><category term='Journal'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Greetings'/><category term='Narration'/><category term='riddles'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Play'/><category term='Books'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Bailey's Basking Bay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-3460084521074855688</id><published>2009-08-15T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:38:37.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My Trip To Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>On Saturday (8th of August), my brother, mother and I woke up earlier than usual. I was about to go on my first trip to Cameron Highlands and was very excited. Auntie Kelly, who is my father's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lightrider &lt;/span&gt; friend was coming to pick us up. Auntie Kelly had a 9 year old son named Christopher whom we played with a lot during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father had gone one day before us because he wanted to ride slowly. Two other bikes went with him, uncle Hong Ming and uncle Yi Kiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron Highlands was very cold. I like the cold weather because we don't need air-conditioners and yet we feel very cool. When we first got out of the car, I felt a little uncomfortable because of the winding roads up the hill. In fact, I vomited twice on the way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, we parked all the bikes in the porch of our rented house. This is a picture of the bikes in two rows. My father's bike is in the back row. There were eleven bikes and one car altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SpJP60WhqrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jSpyluAKcyY/s1600-h/IMG_2118-Bai-Bikes.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SpJP60WhqrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jSpyluAKcyY/s400/IMG_2118-Bai-Bikes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373445177310554802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell you about what happened on the second day of our trip. It was my favourite day because we were travelling most of Saturday and Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went to the Boh Tea Plantation. When we reached the plantation , we went for a guided tour. The tour guide told us a lot about the things they did at the plantation and how tea leaves are processed and prepared to be sold. We had delicious strawberry tarts at the cafe there while we chit chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SpJRgwOViFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H8XojmQhwSU/s1600-h/IMG_2146-Bai-LookingAtTeaPlantation.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SpJRgwOViFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H8XojmQhwSU/s400/IMG_2146-Bai-LookingAtTeaPlantation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373446928549120082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SpJSLCdNdOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XRebyXABXps/s1600-h/IMG_2180-Bai-WithDaddyInTeaBushes.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SpJSLCdNdOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XRebyXABXps/s400/IMG_2180-Bai-WithDaddyInTeaBushes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373447654997849314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SpJUR2vvFeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/321mScQD7K4/s1600-h/IMG_2192-Bai-GroupPicAgaistTeaPlantation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SpJUR2vvFeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/321mScQD7K4/s400/IMG_2192-Bai-GroupPicAgaistTeaPlantation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373449971136665058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, we went for lunch. Our next destination was a strawberry farm.  We took lots of pictures there. (Auntie Kelly has the photos that we took at the strawberry farm. I will add them later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had steamboat for dinners on both Saturday and Sunday nights. The steamboat was very very delicious and fun to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SpJQtpNKH7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/9PGB0z0HAjo/s1600-h/IMG_2203-Bai-Meal-Dinner2.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SpJQtpNKH7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/9PGB0z0HAjo/s400/IMG_2203-Bai-Meal-Dinner2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373446050491801522" 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/552966845226243644-3460084521074855688?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3460084521074855688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-trip-to-cameron-highlands.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/3460084521074855688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/3460084521074855688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-trip-to-cameron-highlands.html' title='My Trip To Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SpJP60WhqrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jSpyluAKcyY/s72-c/IMG_2118-Bai-Bikes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-7223976608204095505</id><published>2009-05-06T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:37:13.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A Poem About Being A Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Wish I Were a Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful 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/552966845226243644-7223976608204095505?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/7223976608204095505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-i-were-fish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/7223976608204095505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/7223976608204095505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-i-were-fish.html' title='A Poem About Being A Fish'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-6560164292624159838</id><published>2009-04-26T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:20:36.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My Holiday at Tioman (This Hapened Last Year)</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed my holiday at Tioman so much that I want to post my journal entry here even when it happened a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was all from my journal I wrote then. I added a few things in to explain the pictures. The picture at the top of my blog is the picture of me in the boat on the way to Tioman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday 28 June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning while it was still dark, my mother, father, brother and I went to the MRT station to take a train to Kranji MRT station. We took  bus 170 to the checkpoint where our passports were checked. When this was done, we took another 170 to Larkin where we took another bus to Mersing. This is a picture of us at the boat ticket office in Mersing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXSL190lkkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/H5HQVUsFJAs/s1600-h/IMG_1067-Tioman-BagsInfront.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXSL190lkkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/H5HQVUsFJAs/s400/IMG_1067-Tioman-BagsInfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293009221311631938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked about 10 minutes to down town Mersing for lunch. While we were eating, Dominic's tooth came loose and dropped into his rice!!! After lunch, we took a boat from there to Tioman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYvYKDiMGnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4yVbBdPr-6M/s1600-h/IMG_1143-TiomanOutsideChallet.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYvYKDiMGnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4yVbBdPr-6M/s400/IMG_1143-TiomanOutsideChallet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299567053790517874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we reached Tioman we rented a chalet and put our things down then we went to the beach to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXSMEw-qBLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KoEpBJhmg6A/s1600-h/IMG_1115-Tioman-Sunset.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXSMEw-qBLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KoEpBJhmg6A/s400/IMG_1115-Tioman-Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293009475562243250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked seashells and waddled in the water and found a piece of wood to put our shells on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXSL-srGlsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bVfBIbvzSsM/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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXSL-srGlsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bVfBIbvzSsM/s400/IMG_1125-Tioman-Shells.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293009371327272642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 29 June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYvYYhZ__yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-DBDxaCA1dM/s1600-h/IMG_1150-TiomanEatingIceCream.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYvYYhZ__yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-DBDxaCA1dM/s400/IMG_1150-TiomanEatingIceCream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299567302327402274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we went swimming at the beach. After lunch, I begged my daddy to buy ice-cream for us. We waited for the shop to open. The ice-cream shop opened only after we finished our lunch. After our ice-cream, we went to look at Marine Park. On the way there, I chased kampong chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday 1 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXSMRgDkC5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/-QY_GgG3rpM/s1600-h/IMG_1218-Tioman-MarinePark.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXSMRgDkC5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/-QY_GgG3rpM/s400/IMG_1218-Tioman-MarinePark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293009694357719954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Marine Park to swim all day. We swam and jumped into the water from plateforms. Daddy even went up to the jetty and jumped all the way down from there into the water. I was too afraid to try that but I jumped from other places. It was so fun that I wanted to go there tomorrow, but tomorrow we had to go home. On the way back I chased kampong chickens again. Before I went to sleep, I went to lie on a hammock outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-789a715f3e964ffa" 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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D789a715f3e964ffa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331793414%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76CAD732D38ADD3AC4CF25EDA33016006D4A9095.5114D4D3CE1A26BD4BCEDE574378E78F59837A7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D789a715f3e964ffa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsUPABOo26q5XmpJM2MiwTDVP3mo&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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D789a715f3e964ffa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331793414%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76CAD732D38ADD3AC4CF25EDA33016006D4A9095.5114D4D3CE1A26BD4BCEDE574378E78F59837A7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D789a715f3e964ffa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsUPABOo26q5XmpJM2MiwTDVP3mo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 2 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after breakfast, I went back to the hammock and took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXSMZxvKKeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FIC_uQe_3nY/s1600-h/IMG_1242-Tioman-BHammock.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXSMZxvKKeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FIC_uQe_3nY/s400/IMG_1242-Tioman-BHammock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293009836542929378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we packed all our things to go home. We went on a boat back to Mersing, on the way to Mersing, I slept. After lunch we bought our tickets for the bus ride back. I finished writing my journal while waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-6560164292624159838?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=789a715f3e964ffa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6560164292624159838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-holiday-at-tioman-this-hapened-last.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/6560164292624159838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/6560164292624159838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-holiday-at-tioman-this-hapened-last.html' title='My Holiday at Tioman (This Hapened Last Year)'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXSL190lkkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/H5HQVUsFJAs/s72-c/IMG_1067-Tioman-BagsInfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-3650582725974489631</id><published>2009-04-25T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:48:48.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Catching Caterpillars</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago on Friday, my mother, brother, and I went to botanic gardens and saw some caterpillars. We managed to catch some of them. My friend Christian also caught some. We brought home about 4-5 caterpillars and also brought home many leaves and flowers. To our surprise the caterpillars ate all the food we gave them in less then a day. We tried feeding them the leaves from our plants and they have been surviving on the leaves from our balcony! A few of them escaped, so, we put the rest in another container.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-3650582725974489631?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3650582725974489631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-caterpillars.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/3650582725974489631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/3650582725974489631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-caterpillars.html' title='Catching Caterpillars'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-5429062757168912865</id><published>2009-04-25T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:40:10.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A Poem About a Cetipede</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Centipede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/552966845226243644-5429062757168912865?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5429062757168912865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-about-cetipede.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/5429062757168912865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/5429062757168912865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-about-cetipede.html' title='A Poem About a Cetipede'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-8530089059045904234</id><published>2009-04-06T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:57:15.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A Poem About the Horses of Lipizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lipizzaner Routines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous white stallions of Lipizza&lt;br /&gt;Will always bring shouts of "Bravo!"&lt;br /&gt;They are trained to perform piaffes,&lt;br /&gt;Levades, courbettes and caprioles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piaffe is a move,&lt;br /&gt;In which the horse will trot&lt;br /&gt;And never go forward&lt;br /&gt;But stay on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see a horse on two legs,&lt;br /&gt;You are looking at a levade.&lt;br /&gt;The show horse is still.&lt;br /&gt;Horses do this in a parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the horse rear up&lt;br /&gt;And hop on its hind legs.&lt;br /&gt;A horse doing a courbette&lt;br /&gt;Is like a horse dancing a ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leap! A kick&lt;br /&gt;Of the hind legs in the air.&lt;br /&gt;With all four legs off the ground,&lt;br /&gt;The capriole is an act that is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous white stallions of Lipizza&lt;br /&gt;Will always bring shouts of "Bravo!"&lt;br /&gt;They are trained to perform piaffes,&lt;br /&gt;Levades, courbettes and caprioles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Credits&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Second stanza on piaffe by me.&lt;br /&gt;Third stanza on levade by Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth stanza on capriole collaboration between Mummy and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-8530089059045904234?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/8530089059045904234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-about-horses-of-lipizza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/8530089059045904234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/8530089059045904234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-about-horses-of-lipizza.html' title='A Poem About the Horses of Lipizza'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-1632338361877895417</id><published>2009-03-24T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:08:19.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A Horse Poem</title><content type='html'>Horses,&lt;br /&gt;Walk, trot, canter,&lt;br /&gt;And gallop. These are gaits,&lt;br /&gt;They are different ways horses move&lt;br /&gt;About.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-1632338361877895417?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1632338361877895417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/03/horse-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/1632338361877895417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/1632338361877895417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/03/horse-poem.html' title='A Horse Poem'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-3344977148142984365</id><published>2009-03-23T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:36:56.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riddles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Riddles</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly flutters,&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly flutters from flower to flower,&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly flutters from flower to flower drinking something,&lt;br /&gt; What do you think it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;A ball,&lt;br /&gt; A ball rolls,&lt;br /&gt; A ball rolls into water,&lt;br /&gt; A ball rolls into water and floats away,&lt;br /&gt; Whoa!&lt;br /&gt; Where did it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;A lion,&lt;br /&gt; A lion roars,&lt;br /&gt; A lion roars at me,&lt;br /&gt; A lion roars at me and charges,&lt;br /&gt;But I did not run away or cry,&lt;br /&gt; Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nectar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Out to sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It is because the lion is in a zoo enclosure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-3344977148142984365?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3344977148142984365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/03/riddles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/3344977148142984365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/3344977148142984365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/03/riddles.html' title='Riddles'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-8483745164987566025</id><published>2009-03-02T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:12:58.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I Love Reading  (A poem by Bailey)</title><content type='html'>I love reading.&lt;br /&gt;While my brother is practicing&lt;br /&gt;His piano in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;I sneak to my book to read a few pages when mummy is not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really shouldn't be doing it,&lt;br /&gt;Because I have to do something else, which is&lt;br /&gt;Washing breakfast dishes,&lt;br /&gt;Watering our plants and feeding our fishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-8483745164987566025?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/8483745164987566025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-reading-poem-by-bailey.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/8483745164987566025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/8483745164987566025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-reading-poem-by-bailey.html' title='I Love Reading  (A poem by Bailey)'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-7782414201338774016</id><published>2009-02-26T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:06:06.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>A Session of Rock Climbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SaaQPAU2U8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/E1LcK6df4PM/s1600-h/2009-02+140-RockClimbingB.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/SaaQPAU2U8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/E1LcK6df4PM/s400/2009-02+140-RockClimbingB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307087798362592194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday 14 of February, my brother, mother, and I went to SAS funfair (Singapore American School funfair). When we reached, my Father was waiting for us. We bought 10 Dollars worth of coupon and my mother went to look at books. In the mean time my Father, bother, and I went to walk around when we reached the rock climbing room, we watched for a while then we decided to book the 11:50 slot. It happened that  my friends Jethro, Jayden, and Hannah was there too, so when we waited for our turn, we talked to them. When it was our turn, we put on our harnesses and started to climb. We had fun climbing and wanted to go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SaaQkyK2LMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OwvazSNIX9w/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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SaaQkyK2LMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OwvazSNIX9w/s400/2009-02+135-RockClimbingDB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307088172519664834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After climbing, my Father took a photo of my brother and I in the climbing room. Here it is. When my father went for a meeting,  I told my mother that I wanted to ride on the hand-paddled boat. You pay to sit in a boat and paddle around until your time is up. My friend Jayden told us that it costs a dollar. We had 2 dollars of coupons so it was just nice for both of us to go for it.  To our surprise the people there said it was 3 dollars. We decide not to buy another booklet of 10 dollars worth of coupons. So instead of the hand-paddled boat ride, we bought pop-corns. It was yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-7782414201338774016?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/7782414201338774016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/02/session-of-rock-climbing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/7782414201338774016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/7782414201338774016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/02/session-of-rock-climbing.html' title='A Session of Rock Climbing'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SaaQPAU2U8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/E1LcK6df4PM/s72-c/2009-02+140-RockClimbingB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-3700354222019813921</id><published>2009-02-17T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:07:33.139-08:00</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'>About the Stinking Toe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SZqZCunHIGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VjbnXrC0x8Q/s1600-h/2009-02+021-BStinkingToeDrawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SZqZCunHIGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VjbnXrC0x8Q/s400/2009-02+021-BStinkingToeDrawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303719783333044322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jurong Lake Park&lt;/span&gt;. I picked up the Stinking Toe  and this is a picture of my drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Stinking Toe&lt;/span&gt; is a fruit from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;West Indian Locust Tree&lt;/span&gt;. It is pollinated by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nectar  Drinking Bats&lt;/span&gt; at night. Sometimes you would see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holes &lt;/span&gt;in the West Indian Locust Tree. Those holes are made by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;woodpeckers&lt;/span&gt;. They would dig a hole in the tree so that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sap &lt;/span&gt;can drip out and they can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drink &lt;/span&gt;it. When the sap has not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardened &lt;/span&gt;yet it is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resin&lt;/span&gt; but when it does and is pressed for many years, it becomes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes you will see insects inside the amber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span&gt;shell &lt;/span&gt;of the fruit which is actually the pod is &lt;span&gt;hard &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span&gt;break &lt;/span&gt;and when you finally open it you will smell a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stinky &lt;/span&gt;smell that is from the fruit. But to your surprise, when you start &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eating &lt;/span&gt;it, it would taste so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;that you would want more and more even when it is very stinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resin is used to make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jewelry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;violin vanish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he wood is used to make ships and other wood structures because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;termites &lt;/span&gt;can't eat it. The resin is also used by dentists for sealing up the holes in people's teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-3700354222019813921?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3700354222019813921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-stinking-toe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/3700354222019813921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/3700354222019813921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-stinking-toe.html' title='About the Stinking Toe'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SZqZCunHIGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VjbnXrC0x8Q/s72-c/2009-02+021-BStinkingToeDrawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-6676015221074765673</id><published>2009-01-29T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:02:30.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Going to Penyabong Beach With the Orphans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; My Daddy has a christian biking group. This group is called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Light Riders&lt;/span&gt;. They were bringing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orphans&lt;/span&gt; from an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orphanage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johore Bahru&lt;/span&gt; for an outing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penyabong beach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandad drove us to the orphanage. When we reached, my grandad went home because he only came to bring us there.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We went into an &lt;span&gt;orphanage &lt;/span&gt;and the children welcomed us. They went into the bus while we talked with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Ramond&lt;/span&gt;, the orphans "father".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The journey was long and there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;singing &lt;/span&gt;in the bus. On the way, nearing Penyabong, we saw sheep, cows and goats. After 2 hours, we finally reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYK5xIqzURI/AAAAAAAAAGw/L1TQT_uCT20/s1600-h/2009-01+339-Penyabong-Goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYK5xIqzURI/AAAAAAAAAGw/L1TQT_uCT20/s400/2009-01+339-Penyabong-Goat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297000365532860690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off the bus and brought our things to the beach. We had packed lunch before we played.  We played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;football &lt;/span&gt;most of the time. And my team won Dominic's team. The points were 4 :0. We also played with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sand&lt;/span&gt;. We buried our friends in the sand with just their heads sticking out of the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYK4eEeW-sI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eoGsiYqSlNk/s1600-h/2009-01+311-Penyabong-KidsBuryingInSand.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/SYK4eEeW-sI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eoGsiYqSlNk/s400/2009-01+311-Penyabong-KidsBuryingInSand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296998938477787842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swam &lt;/span&gt;a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYK77UJxjMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r_CIaeFajds/s1600-h/2009-01+306-Penyabong-KidsSwimming.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYK77UJxjMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r_CIaeFajds/s400/2009-01+306-Penyabong-KidsSwimming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297002739437505730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frisbee &lt;/span&gt;and other games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; We even had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prizes&lt;/span&gt;. But the prizes were given when we reached the orphanage again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYK7V2LVyKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-JaS4VPeIiw/s1600-h/2009-01+334-Penyabong-KidsMineGames.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYK7V2LVyKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-JaS4VPeIiw/s400/2009-01+334-Penyabong-KidsMineGames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297002095735851170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic even caught three &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crabs&lt;/span&gt;! We put them in a large coconut. We took a picture of it but the picture is with uncle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timothy.&lt;/span&gt; I will post the picture here when I receive it. Too bad we couldn't bring them home because they were too big, but we managed to smuggle a few small crabs home. One died and the rest are still hiding in their shell because they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hermit crabs&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When it was time to go, all the kids and I wanted to play more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in the bus. When I awoke, it was nearing dinner time. After dinner, we drove back to the orphanage. It took just 5 minutes to reach. We had our prizes and we gave the children &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ang pows&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had a great day and want to go to that beach again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-6676015221074765673?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6676015221074765673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-to-penyabong-beach-with-orphans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/6676015221074765673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/6676015221074765673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-to-penyabong-beach-with-orphans.html' title='Going to Penyabong Beach With the Orphans'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SYK5xIqzURI/AAAAAAAAAGw/L1TQT_uCT20/s72-c/2009-01+339-Penyabong-Goat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-2958625483527791726</id><published>2009-01-29T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:33:28.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Feel The Breeze</title><content type='html'>Open the door,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing the leaves,&lt;br /&gt;In the trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-2958625483527791726?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/2958625483527791726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/feel-breeze.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/2958625483527791726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/2958625483527791726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/feel-breeze.html' title='Feel The Breeze'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-1054930464884025787</id><published>2009-01-23T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:51:22.202-08:00</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 Taj Mahal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXrAR3gXFWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e15iUUNgtgU/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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXrAR3gXFWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e15iUUNgtgU/s400/2009-01+046-MouseTajMahal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294755725117429090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taj Mahal is a famous building in India. It is known as one of the 8 wonders of the world. It was built entirely of white marble and was built by a Muslim emperor Shan Jahan. It took 20,000 workers  to built it and it took them 22 years to build it. It was completed in the year 1648. Shan Jahan's second wife, Mumtaz Mahal, died giving birth to their 14th son. Shan Jahan had 5000 wives but he loved that wife so much that he built it to honour her when she died. Her body is housed inside the Taj Mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on top shows a paper model of the Taj Mahal. It was made by my brother and I. A book called the Mouse House was given to me as a Christmas present and this is one of models inside it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-1054930464884025787?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1054930464884025787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/taj-mahal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/1054930464884025787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/1054930464884025787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/taj-mahal.html' title='The Taj Mahal'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXrAR3gXFWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e15iUUNgtgU/s72-c/2009-01+046-MouseTajMahal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-521778918885586621</id><published>2009-01-17T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:33:10.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><title type='text'>The Tale of Henry and Captain Fin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXHjwnvZ52I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uJzIB3lBu9Q/s1600-h/IMG_6392-DramaBFiercePirate.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXHjwnvZ52I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uJzIB3lBu9Q/s400/IMG_6392-DramaBFiercePirate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292261461578082146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narrator &lt;/span&gt;: This fierce looking pirate's name is Captain Fin. He has a sword and a hook. Do you think you can defeat him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirate &lt;/span&gt;: Don't come and meddle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXHj586d6cI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xAn0qGjic5c/s1600-h/IMG_6394-DramaDProudGentleman.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXHj586d6cI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xAn0qGjic5c/s400/IMG_6394-DramaDProudGentleman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292261621880449474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narrator &lt;/span&gt;: Look at this gentleman. He looks so proud. His name is Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gentleman &lt;/span&gt;: Hey pirate, what are you doing in this city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXHkEDBduLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HoJPTLsG3JY/s1600-h/IMG_6397-DramaUmbrellaFight.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXHkEDBduLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HoJPTLsG3JY/s400/IMG_6397-DramaUmbrellaFight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292261795319101618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narrator &lt;/span&gt;: Look, they are fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirate &lt;/span&gt;: How dare talk to me like that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gentleman &lt;/span&gt;: Ahhh!!! Don't attack me!!! I've got no weapon at all!!! I'll use my umbrella then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirate &lt;/span&gt;: Don't scream at my ears!!! I'm going to get you for that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXHkMG1WwYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/R2slUw515bQ/s1600-h/IMG_6398-DramaGotYou.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXHkMG1WwYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/R2slUw515bQ/s400/IMG_6398-DramaGotYou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292261933781008770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narrator &lt;/span&gt;: Look, Captain Fin finally got Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirate &lt;/span&gt;: Ha! I've got you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gentleman &lt;/span&gt;: Hey you can't do that! Ahhh!!!&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Playwright &lt;/span&gt;: Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Fin : Bailey&lt;br /&gt;Henry : Dominic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-521778918885586621?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/521778918885586621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/tale-of-henry-and-captain-fin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/521778918885586621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/521778918885586621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/tale-of-henry-and-captain-fin.html' title='The Tale of Henry and Captain Fin'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SXHjwnvZ52I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uJzIB3lBu9Q/s72-c/IMG_6392-DramaBFiercePirate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-4451059160670890920</id><published>2009-01-11T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:40:05.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Do You  Know Greek?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWjF51rz2kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rJ86j6Tl9-k/s1600-h/BaileyInGreek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWjF51rz2kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rJ86j6Tl9-k/s400/BaileyInGreek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289695359800695362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha!  I just learned a little Greek. Do you know what does that word above say? Can you make a guess? Or do you want me to tell you? It says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bailey&lt;/span&gt;. That is my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to learn more Greek? What does this say? Greek is quite tricky right? What does this mean? It seems more difficult. It says&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Can you read Greek&lt;/span&gt;." I'm sorry but I have no more quizzes for you. These two pictures here were written by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWjGBIuOPjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CJiznL6m7Kk/s1600-h/Greek-CanYouReadGreek+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWjGBIuOPjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CJiznL6m7Kk/s400/Greek-CanYouReadGreek+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289695485170171442" 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/552966845226243644-4451059160670890920?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4451059160670890920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-know-greek.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/4451059160670890920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/4451059160670890920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-know-greek.html' title='Do You  Know Greek?'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWjF51rz2kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rJ86j6Tl9-k/s72-c/BaileyInGreek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-451082763301230665</id><published>2009-01-10T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:51:43.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Finishing My Rubik's Cube</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWigoBA7FQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IRM1cyfTdyE/s1600-h/2009-01+067-BNRubiks2.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWigoBA7FQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IRM1cyfTdyE/s400/2009-01+067-BNRubiks2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289654371674166530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, while Mummy was washing the dishes, I was trying to finish my Rubik's cube. The first few times it was finished by Daddy (with the help of a solution sheet that came with the Rubik's cube).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, I worked so hard that I almost finished it but it was messed up at the last step. I tried all over again and finally finished!!! I felt like shouting YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy I couldn't wait to tell Daddy about it. When I found that he was sleeping I was a bit disappointed. I asked Mummy for supper so that by the time we finish our supper Daddy might wake up. Just as I expected, when I started eating, Daddy woke up. "I finished the Rubik's cube!!!" I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like playing with the Rubik's cube because it is very exciting. I have been playing with it this few days. After completing the Rubik's cube 29 times,I could finally memorize all the steps. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can now complete it without the solution!&lt;/span&gt; Now my objective is to beat my own time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-451082763301230665?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/451082763301230665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/finishing-my-rubics-cube.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/451082763301230665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/451082763301230665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/finishing-my-rubics-cube.html' title='Finishing My Rubik&apos;s Cube'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWigoBA7FQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IRM1cyfTdyE/s72-c/2009-01+067-BNRubiks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-4167663068551703442</id><published>2009-01-09T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:08:22.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Having Fun at Sungei Buloh</title><content type='html'>Today I went to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sungei Bulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;When I reached there all my friends were waiting for me. When we first started walking on the trail we didn't see much birds. We saw more insects.  We saw this Coton Stainer Bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWimRTe6XUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sEt4cKXHlt4/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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWimRTe6XUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sEt4cKXHlt4/s400/2009-01+102-SBulohCottonStainerBug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289660578564562242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Golden Web Spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWimZHhQkeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jYrRLnbukTA/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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWimZHhQkeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jYrRLnbukTA/s400/2009-01+103-SBulohGoldenWebSpider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289660712792134114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to a place where there were benches to sit on and we sat down to look at things in the water. We saw the Striped Nose Halfbeak. It has a white spot on the tip of its long beak. We also saw the Tilapia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we grew hungry. We took out our lunches and started eating. When we finished, I shared guava with my friends Caleb, Jabez, Samuel and some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our bags at the bench and ran to the bushes to look for animals. We spotted a Monitor lizard. We walked over to a platform and saw fishes in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day we were all very tired, we walked to the pond at the entrance and saw a monitor lizard running on the mud on the opposite side. We ran over to that side and took some pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWikuU8UbcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/55u1SJo14ec/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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWikuU8UbcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/55u1SJo14ec/s400/2009-01+118-SBulohMonitor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289658878149291458" 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/552966845226243644-4167663068551703442?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4167663068551703442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/having-fun-at-sungei-buloh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/4167663068551703442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/4167663068551703442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/having-fun-at-sungei-buloh.html' title='Having Fun at Sungei Buloh'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWimRTe6XUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sEt4cKXHlt4/s72-c/2009-01+102-SBulohCottonStainerBug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-2585718254383255428</id><published>2009-01-04T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:25:19.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Six Guppy Fry</title><content type='html'>Last night while I was doing my Rubik's cube. Mummy found that there was one new baby Guppy in our fish tank. Mummy called us all into the balcony and told us what she had discovered. Together we looked carefully and noticed that there were more than one fry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fry are beige and are about 7 mm long. Their eyes look as though they are two full-stops sitting side by side. The fry can swim quite fast but still slower than their mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw some Tetras darting after the fry while the fry swam under the filter and under the rocks that we have just added into the tank. I think they swam there because they know that it is safer there where the bigger fishes couldn't go in to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWHjkN3csXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/a3FJf79oZnM/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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWHjkN3csXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/a3FJf79oZnM/s400/2009-01+023-GuppyFryUnderRock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287757648846696818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biao Gu Zhang told us that we must put the fry in a separated tank from the other fishes. He said that otherwise, the bigger fishes would eat the small fry up. Mummy went to get two empty bottles from the kitchen. One small bottle for catching the fry, and one for putting them in while  we caught the rest. The fry were hiding under our new rocks we bought today so we took out everything from the fish tank accept the fishes, fry and the filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we noticed that there were six fry.  It was very difficult to catch them out because they were fast swimmers. They also hid under the filter and were camouflaged with the fish poop at the bottom of the tank. It took us a long time to catch them out. We only managed to take three of them out. After that we became too tired to try to catch the rest of the fry out. We decided to leave the three fry inside the fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWHjwLmsmcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jjzCiGUJrnU/s1600-h/2009-01+004-ThreeGuppyFry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWHjwLmsmcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jjzCiGUJrnU/s400/2009-01+004-ThreeGuppyFry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287757854397995458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We noticed that the female Guppies always rubs it's nose on the glass while swimming up and down. The next morning mummy found out that the fishes will rub their noses on the glass while swimming up and down if they want to give birth. That was exactly what we noticed in our fish tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out more about keeping fry. You can read more about that at &lt;a href="http://tangydominic.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-little-fry-in-aquariam.html"&gt;Dominic's Delightful Din&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-2585718254383255428?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/2585718254383255428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/six-guppy-fry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/2585718254383255428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/2585718254383255428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2009/01/six-guppy-fry.html' title='Six Guppy Fry'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SWHjkN3csXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/a3FJf79oZnM/s72-c/2009-01+023-GuppyFryUnderRock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-2554310872183458044</id><published>2008-12-31T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:43:17.154-08:00</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-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-2554310872183458044?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/2554310872183458044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.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/552966845226243644/posts/default/2554310872183458044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/2554310872183458044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-visitors.html' title='Happy New Year Visitors'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-224461420495600709</id><published>2008-12-29T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:49:17.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My Helicopter Present</title><content type='html'>On  Christmas day, my mother, brother and I met my father and my cousin at gong gong's home for a Christmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, my brother, cousins and I sat down to talk while the adults talked in the living room. After this, we had present time. My present from gong gong was a remote control helicopter. When we reached home I was excited I wanted to open the box but mummy told me it was late and I had to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went out the the whole day so I could not play with my helicopter at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my first day playing with it. We went downstairs to play in the field beside our block. I felt happy to be playing with my helicopter at last. But guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My helicopter got stuck in a tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we decided that next time we would play indoors. I thought that I would never see my helicopter again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how we got it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried using the remote control to get it down, but it just didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went upstairs and got our bamboo pole that we used for hanging our laundry. We brought the bamboo pole downstairs and tried using it to hit aimlessly among the trees because we could not even see my helicopter. We were hoping for the helicopter to drop down but it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was seting so it was too dark to see. We were forced to try to find my helicopter the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night my mother and father went down with a torch to look for my helicopter. They found it very soon after they went down. They found it lying in the grasses. We think that it was blown down by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me playing with my helicopter at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SVnNEDmCpxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qq1Au_Mteu0/s1600-h/2008-12+135-BFlyingHelicopter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SVnNEDmCpxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qq1Au_Mteu0/s400/2008-12+135-BFlyingHelicopter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285481107264022290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video of me flying my helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you gong gong for the present that you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQVK2xrd9c8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQVK2xrd9c8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-224461420495600709?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/224461420495600709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-helicopter-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/224461420495600709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/224461420495600709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-helicopter-present.html' title='My Helicopter Present'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SVnNEDmCpxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qq1Au_Mteu0/s72-c/2008-12+135-BFlyingHelicopter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-817519301996536278</id><published>2008-12-27T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:41:13.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My New Fishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SVi2scBOp9I/AAAAAAAAADw/vnDfJEYIjRM/s1600-h/2008-12+179-BFishTank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SVi2scBOp9I/AAAAAAAAADw/vnDfJEYIjRM/s400/2008-12+179-BFishTank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285175037271123922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went to a fish shop to buy fishes to put in our fish tank. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zhang&lt;/span&gt; gave us a fish tank some time ago and we had not have any fish for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the fish shop, we saw Neon Tetras, Guppies and lots of other fishes that we didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to look at the Tetras, we decided that we would get them. Next we went to look at the Guppies. At first we didn't know where they were but the shop owner told us where they were found. We decided to buy them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scooped out the fishes that we wanted from the tank, while we were doing that, we accidentally scooped other types of fishes out too. By the time we knew that, we had already bought them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, the rubber band that was used to tie the bag of fishes came loose. We had to go  back to the fish shop to pump more air into the bag and retie the bag. After that we headed home. When we were near the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; station, we remembered that we had not bought any fish food. We went back again but this time we didn't go to the same shop, we went to another shop nearby instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, I was so exited that I begged mummy to let me open the plastic bag and let the fishes out. But she didn't let me open it because there was chlorine in the water, she said that will kill the fishes. She also said that we needed to let the chlorine release into the air first. We put the bags of fish into the water in the tank to float on top of the water. Before I went to sleep she let me open the bag and let the fishes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fishes seemed to be very excited because they were darting all around.  I sat down to watch the fishes swim around for a long time.&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;The next night, one Tetra died, shortly after I went to sleep, another Tetra died. Today while I was taking pictures, we noticed that a Guppy had died too. We noticed that one of the Guppies looked pregnant. I am hoping that  it will give birth soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-817519301996536278?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/817519301996536278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-fishes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/817519301996536278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/817519301996536278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-fishes.html' title='My New Fishes'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SVi2scBOp9I/AAAAAAAAADw/vnDfJEYIjRM/s72-c/2008-12+179-BFishTank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-614462617440429381</id><published>2008-12-20T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:32:49.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My Last Music Class Ever</title><content type='html'>This Thursday was our last music class ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to bake cookies for our friends as a farewell gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We baked Auntie Delci's (our homeshool friend's mother) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we melted the butter then we made the dough and stirred in some Chocolate Chips. After this, we shaped them into balls and placed them on a cookie pan and baked them. When this was done, we put the Cookies in Ziploc bags and made cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SU-x5fC86XI/AAAAAAAAADY/KJuAO0eIg3Q/s1600-h/2008-12+020-CookieTopView.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SU-x5fC86XI/AAAAAAAAADY/KJuAO0eIg3Q/s400/2008-12+020-CookieTopView.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282636489073420658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing we did was to play until dinner time. We ate as fast as possible but we couldn't finish  in time. When we reached the classroom, everybody was already there. There was one mother that came without her child because her child was sick. She brought presents for everyone and told us that her daughter was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we all sang our individual songs then we played our 2-5 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SU-ycYRYG_I/AAAAAAAAADg/4YArQUk2CaY/s1600-h/2008-12+041-BClassConcertPiano.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/SU-ycYRYG_I/AAAAAAAAADg/4YArQUk2CaY/s400/2008-12+041-BClassConcertPiano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282637088550296562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, we exchanged our presents and took pictures with our JMC certificates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SU-ywRnzTgI/AAAAAAAAADo/5AHVjZ_TiIs/s1600-h/2008-12+044-BDClassConcert.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SU-ywRnzTgI/AAAAAAAAADo/5AHVjZ_TiIs/s400/2008-12+044-BDClassConcert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282637430362689026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave our  friends the farewell gifts we prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Ms. Tan.&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Chloe, Delci and Kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-614462617440429381?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/614462617440429381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-last-music-class-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/614462617440429381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/614462617440429381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-last-music-class-ever.html' title='My Last Music Class Ever'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SU-x5fC86XI/AAAAAAAAADY/KJuAO0eIg3Q/s72-c/2008-12+020-CookieTopView.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-3870548109104906615</id><published>2008-12-13T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:30:15.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Butterflies Butterflies Everywhere</title><content type='html'>On Friday morning, we went to the Singapore Zoo. We headed to the Fragile Forest. Inside there, we saw somebody with a butterfly on his finger. He let me hold it and he went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took so many photos of me with the butterfly. We noticed that the butterflies liked the colour red. I had red spots all over my shirt, my shorts was red and I was helping mummy carry her pink bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly on my finger ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SUPCoe1mlwI/AAAAAAAAACw/0iOeluO8SpI/s1600-h/IMG_6423-BButterflyOnFinger.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SUPCoe1mlwI/AAAAAAAAACw/0iOeluO8SpI/s400/IMG_6423-BButterflyOnFinger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279277188936800002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly on my arm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SUPCyKGluCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rxq4f9EvVwM/s1600-h/IMG_6430-BButteflyOnArm.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SUPCyKGluCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rxq4f9EvVwM/s400/IMG_6430-BButteflyOnArm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279277355169593378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly on my shorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SUPDIRQjMoI/AAAAAAAAADI/QP1-bhHQP38/s1600-h/IMG_6420-BButterflyOnPants.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SUPDIRQjMoI/AAAAAAAAADI/QP1-bhHQP38/s400/IMG_6420-BButterflyOnPants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279277735047541378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly on my armpit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SUPC-HJGhLI/AAAAAAAAADA/V9vIV5_RMbA/s1600-h/IMG_6427-BButterflyOnArmpit.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SUPC-HJGhLI/AAAAAAAAADA/V9vIV5_RMbA/s400/IMG_6427-BButterflyOnArmpit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279277560533255346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This butterfly is the Great Eggfly. It looks like the Malayan Eggfly accept that the  upperside of the wings has a purple spot. The one that landed on me was a male one. The male has a purple spot while the female has a brown spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic wanted to have the butterfly on him but it didn't land on him. We think that it is because he was wearing a white shirt and beige shorts, not a red one. However, I manage to put the butterfly on his finger and he immediately jumped backwards shouting, "Ahhhh!" He was very scared because it was ticklish not because it bit him. We only managed to get one or two pictures of him and the butterfly before he could do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the nectar plate and put some nectar on my finger. More butterflies landed on me. These are the Common Tree Nymphs. Look at this one on my finger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SUPECachEOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/y2raTHS17Pc/s1600-h/IMG_6443-BTreeNymphOnFinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SUPECachEOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/y2raTHS17Pc/s400/IMG_6443-BTreeNymphOnFinger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279278733946065122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw lots of other animals but I liked the  butterflies best that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-3870548109104906615?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3870548109104906615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/12/buterflies-buterflies-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/3870548109104906615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/3870548109104906615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/12/buterflies-buterflies-everywhere.html' title='Butterflies Butterflies Everywhere'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SUPCoe1mlwI/AAAAAAAAACw/0iOeluO8SpI/s72-c/IMG_6423-BButterflyOnFinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-5768886786692674151</id><published>2008-11-25T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:33:46.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>The Young Naturalist Camp at Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve</title><content type='html'>On Friday my brother and I had a interesting day at Sungei Buloh attending a &lt;a href="http://www.sbwr.org.sg/youngnaturalist/"&gt;Young Naturalist&lt;/a&gt; Camp. We went to Bukit Gombak to meet our friend's mother who was also bringing her son, Jethro, to the camp. She drove us to Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve where we were divided into four groups. I was in the group "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange Orang Utans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My brother was in the group "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Wolves&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SS0miV6mSyI/AAAAAAAAACo/omgwubQHG3M/s1600-h/BaisGroupNatureCamp.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/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SS0miV6mSyI/AAAAAAAAACo/omgwubQHG3M/s400/BaisGroupNatureCamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272913110161050402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went bird watching but we didn't spot any birds. We also went fish watching and saw Striped-nosed Half Beaks and Archerfishes. After that we went to see some mongrove plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch time I had fish, fried rice, fries and hot dog mixed with tomato sauce. After lunch, we   finished a worksheet about mangrove habitat and planted mangrove trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, we made a tailorbird nest and a clay mudskipper but I lost them both because they looked the same like that of all the other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was nearing the end,  I was very exited because my mother showed me a picture of some badges we could get at the end of the camp. I liked the look of those badges so I worked hard for them and got all four! I even got a certificate. There they are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SS0mUS6G0YI/AAAAAAAAACg/d8AgLh7Lzd8/s1600-h/2008-11+091-BaiNatureCampCert.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/SS0mUS6G0YI/AAAAAAAAACg/d8AgLh7Lzd8/s400/2008-11+091-BaiNatureCampCert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272912868835512706" 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/552966845226243644-5768886786692674151?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5768886786692674151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/11/camp-at-sungei-buloh-wetland-reserve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/5768886786692674151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/5768886786692674151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/11/camp-at-sungei-buloh-wetland-reserve.html' title='The Young Naturalist Camp at Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SS0miV6mSyI/AAAAAAAAACo/omgwubQHG3M/s72-c/BaisGroupNatureCamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-5782840422836741153</id><published>2008-11-16T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:32:26.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>The Airplane Contest At Jabez's  Birthday  Party.</title><content type='html'>Early one morning, my mother, brother and a I went to our friend Jabez birthday party. When we reached his house, he and his other friends were playing a set of toys called Bionicles. My brother and I played with them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had played enough, Jabez's father let us have an airplane contest. We folded our planes then my mother, who was the judge said that my plane and two other planes were folded nicely. But somebody else's plane was more beautiful then mine. That person won the best plane design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went downstairs with our planes and had an paper airplane race. I thought my plane would win, but just after I shot it was Jabez's  turn and his plane zoomed just a little farther then mine.  and he won. I was the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jabez had all his presents already so the price went to the second plane. The plane which was the most beautiful copied somebody else's design so that person had a prize too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-5782840422836741153?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5782840422836741153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/11/airplane-contest-at-jabezs-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/5782840422836741153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/5782840422836741153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/11/airplane-contest-at-jabezs-birthday.html' title='The Airplane Contest At Jabez&apos;s  Birthday  Party.'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-306756276160694839</id><published>2008-11-01T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:32:19.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>The Water Playground at the Zoo.</title><content type='html'>One day, my brother, mother and I went to the zoo early in the morning. We were told that the new water playground at the zoo was just opened, so we met up with our homeschool friends  to  play there. Before we played, we had our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started playing I was a little cold, but after a while, I warmed up. I played with my friend that was the same age as me, but when my younger friends finished their lunch they joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the playground there were 2 big blue slides and 2 small green slides. When we went down the slides, the water gushed at our faces so we had to rub our eyes before we could look around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we started playing catching. My brother was the catcher, so my friend and I had to run. We ran for a long time. After a while, we were very close to my brother. We ran so fast that we didn't know where we were going. We were running straight for the baby pool which was very rough but still slippery. All three of us fell down! We had bad cuts on our chests but we just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bared&lt;/span&gt; with the pain. After a while, it wasn't painful anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun that our parents decided to come back next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-306756276160694839?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/306756276160694839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/11/water-playground-at-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/306756276160694839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/306756276160694839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/11/water-playground-at-zoo.html' title='The Water Playground at the Zoo.'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-6432761198209606404</id><published>2008-10-28T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:31:15.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>My First Ride on a Motorbike.</title><content type='html'>One night, my father told me that he was going to give me a ride on his motorbike. I had never ridden on a bike before. I was so exited that I ran out the door without him. We went downstairs to where his bike was parked. He jumped on the bike and rode out of the lot. While he was getting the bike started, I put on my helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I  climbed up the bike, he asked me whether I was ready. I told him I was and so off we went. I had to hug his waist in case I fell off. At the first traffic light, he turned around and asked me whether I was okay. I told him I was. He saw that the traffic light had turned green, so he drove off without another word. I could feel the cool breeze when the bike moved. I saw lots of other cars and buses beside us. I heard the engine making lots of noises that were very loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode passed the biscuit factory that we normally joged to and the bus terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, my brother was resting on the sofa. He  told me that he saw us riding home from the window. He had his first ride earlier in the afternoon and was begging me to tell him all about my first ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-6432761198209606404?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6432761198209606404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-ride-on-motorbike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/6432761198209606404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/6432761198209606404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-ride-on-motorbike.html' title='My First Ride on a Motorbike.'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-7623957137127833229</id><published>2008-10-23T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:43:11.425-08:00</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='Books'/><title type='text'>Pythagoras of Samos.</title><content type='html'>Pythagoras of Samos was born in 560 BC. He was a clever and curious little boy. One day he was sitting under a big tree. He heard some noise nearby, so he peeked out and saw some workers quarreling.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;''You made this ladder too short!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"No I didn't!" said the other worker.He saw them walk away still quarreling. He went to the other side of the temple and saw four columns that were not straight. He rushed home for dinner. His father was talking about his job. He said, "Pythagoras, tomorrow I want you to follow me to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Egypt&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Okay?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Okay."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next day early in the morning, Pythagoras and his father set sail. Pythagoras asked his father, "Are we going to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Alexandria&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?" His father said, "Yes of course!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When they reached, they met a man whose name was very long. He said, "Call me Nef." Nef asked them to help him carry some tiles because he was a builder and hurt his thumb. Nef showed them a magic rope that had knots tied on it, but he didn't tell them why it was magical. While Nef and Pythagoras father were talking, Pythagoras found a rope and found out how to use the rope. It helped Nef build buildings so that they were standing straight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SQBCWISNpqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ery2DPhs6SE/s1600-h/2008-10+342-Pythagoras-Rope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SQBCWISNpqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ery2DPhs6SE/s400/2008-10+342-Pythagoras-Rope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260277312717170338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  Pythagoras father went back to the ship to do something. Nef led  Pythagoras to his home and told him to  wait there and don't touch anything.  Pythagoras saw a triangle in the middle of Nef's courtyard. He went over and took some tiles out of his arm. He put the tiles around the  triangle to make squares. He found out that the tiles on one side of the  triangle plus the ones on the other side equals the number of tiles on the last side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SQBDDd2d1eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pdPWT3l7ESU/s1600-h/2008-10+34-PhythagorasTriangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SQBDDd2d1eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pdPWT3l7ESU/s400/2008-10+34-PhythagorasTriangle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260278091600483810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He  found out that if you know the two shorter sides of any right triangle and square those numbers up then add  them together, it will equal the square number on the longest side of the triangle. Up to now, we still use his discovery because it is very useful.&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/552966845226243644-7623957137127833229?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/7623957137127833229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/pythagoras-of-samos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/7623957137127833229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/7623957137127833229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/pythagoras-of-samos.html' title='Pythagoras of Samos.'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SQBCWISNpqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ery2DPhs6SE/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-552966845226243644.post-1459728470906792298</id><published>2008-10-21T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:35:13.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>A Close Fight.</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday night, I played Wei Qi with my father. I had never won him before, but this time he made a big mistake, so I won him just by two points. It was a close fight, and an exiting game.  Our points were 7 and 15. He gave me a 6 points handicap. That means I got to put 6 stones before he did at the beginning of the game. My points should actually be 9 and his 7. I won him for the 1st time! Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-1459728470906792298?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1459728470906792298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/close-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/1459728470906792298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/1459728470906792298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/close-fight.html' title='A Close Fight.'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-1195881646122652051</id><published>2008-10-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:31:42.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>The Robotic Workshop At Science  Centre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SPtDIwXITnI/AAAAAAAAABs/UnVcG1fISNk/s1600-h/2008-10+310-RoboDrHeartbeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SPtDIwXITnI/AAAAAAAAABs/UnVcG1fISNk/s400/2008-10+310-RoboDrHeartbeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258870807585115762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday 16 Oct, I went to Science Centre early in the morning. We were very early, so we  had to wait for quite a long time before everything started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in an orange Science centre shirt led us into a room. The room was colorful. There was a big screen hanging on a wall. I thought we were going to be watching many videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put our bags aside, sat down on a red carpet and waited for instructions. They told us some basic rules before we started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built 3 different robots. The first robot looked like a funny creature. The second robot was like a bulldozer. The third one had space for three balls to be thrown into a hole all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished building our robots, we went to a table called the playing field to try out our robots. The robot was supposed to shoot balls into a hole in the playing field. Our robots all worked but some of us had a little problem. My group's robot wouldn't start at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished we went back to our seats, put our robots down, we got our bags and went out for a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our snack, we went into another room and built some more robots and played some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both workshops were very fun. That night, I asked my mother to let me go to another robotics workshop again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-1195881646122652051?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1195881646122652051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/bailey-bunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/1195881646122652051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/1195881646122652051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/bailey-bunny.html' title='The Robotic Workshop At Science  Centre.'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SPtDIwXITnI/AAAAAAAAABs/UnVcG1fISNk/s72-c/2008-10+310-RoboDrHeartbeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-7814157144239817218</id><published>2008-10-16T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:42:20.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Bailey Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bailey Bunny,&lt;br /&gt;Was so funny,&lt;br /&gt;He used his body,&lt;br /&gt;To make a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 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/552966845226243644-7814157144239817218?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/7814157144239817218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/bailey-bunny_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/7814157144239817218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/7814157144239817218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/bailey-bunny_16.html' title='Bailey Bunny'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-7780818075083243205</id><published>2008-10-16T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:42:01.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The Giant Who Lost a Mitten</title><content type='html'>This poem is composed by my brother and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;So Brian the Giant,&lt;br /&gt;Can never ever find&lt;br /&gt;His 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/552966845226243644-7780818075083243205?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/7780818075083243205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/giant-who-lost-mitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/7780818075083243205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/552966845226243644/posts/default/7780818075083243205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/2008/10/giant-who-lost-mitten.html' title='The Giant Who Lost a Mitten'/><author><name>Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389799505677829662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-PqEwLHpuw/SR_oUAVtCyI/AAAAAAAAACI/wZAQBCNaTxo/S220/IMG_5627-AboutMeBai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-552966845226243644.post-2923287149547513446</id><published>2008-10-15T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:42:33.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The Archery</title><content type='html'>This poem is composed by my brother and I [while we were having lunch today].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two,&lt;br /&gt;Buckle my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Three, four,&lt;br /&gt;Open the door.&lt;br /&gt;Five, six,&lt;br /&gt;Crack some eggs.&lt;br /&gt;Seven, eight,&lt;br /&gt;My bow hand straight.&lt;br /&gt;Nine, ten,&lt;br /&gt;Aim the Den.&lt;br /&gt;Eleven, twelve&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the elf.&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen, forteen,&lt;br /&gt;I'm practicing.&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen, Sixteen,&lt;br /&gt;The archery is starting.&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen, eighteen,&lt;br /&gt;I'm shooting.&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen, twenty,&lt;br /&gt;My quiver is empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/552966845226243644-2923287149547513446?l=tangbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/2923287149547513446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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