<?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-7348570485985061014</id><updated>2011-11-10T21:44:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures with Shimagoma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-4818645339335404299</id><published>2011-11-10T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:44:30.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Primary 5 Life</title><content type='html'>I was nervous when I walked into AM4 classroom.  Would I be in the same class as Emma my cousin-in-law?  Maybe not.  I was very sad that I did not end up in the same class with Emma.  I was late so she told me which class I would be going to, CE5. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  When I got to CE5 on the 4th floor, I saw many different girls I did not know.  Luckily my best friend, Isabella Tan, from my chinese class, was in the same class as me!  My form teacher this year was Mrs I Lim, my Art and Science teacher last year.  I was very happy!  She arranged us where to sit but, she separated Isabella and I!  Aw Man!  I sat in the middle between Shannon and Rimshaa.  That wasn't so bad.  Shannon instantly became my friend!  Rimshaa was ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We  all sat down so we can see on the list which chinese class we were going to.  I was in AM5 on the first floor.  Isabella too!  But the worst part was that Vanya Minjoot was in the same chinese class as us.  When I go back to CE5, she keeps tugging my bag downwards and irritates me.  So Isabella and I have to go up quickly back to CE5 before she sees us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After SA1, Isabella sort of dumped me!  She kept on hanging out with Kathleen D'Rozario.  I wonder why, Isabella is such a strange girl.  I started to get lonely as Shannon was starting to hang out with Rebecca Neo.  Mrs Lim arranged us again.  I was seated next to a girl named Rena Tang.  I was so happy!  Rena became my NEW best friend!  She liked Naruto, Pokemon and Rilakkuma!  We always go together during recess and go down to the performance deck to play the piano with Shannon.  They both taught me a lot of songs like 月亮代表我的心, angry birds theme and a christmas song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After SA2, I did not do so well in my exams.  All I did was play stress and draw with Rena.  On 4th of November, I went shopping with Shannon at Parkway Parade.  I was so upset that Ren could not come!  When Shannon went home, I went to Watsons to get Isabella and Kathleen.  It was so fun!  We went to two accessorie shops,candylicious and Time Zone!  We took many photos at the photo booth.  Then, we went across the road to Marine Parade.  We went to the pet shop were we met Amanda, Isabella's younger sister.  We also went to a dessert shop.  The ice cream was delicious!  Auntie Kelly, Isabella's mummy,bought us all KOI!  It was so good!  She also brought Kathleen and me Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On 10th of November, Mrs Lim brought clay and made us mould different this like figurines and fridge magnets.  I did a flat figurine, Rena did a bird sitting on a tree, Isabella made a snowman and Kathleen made a beautiful rose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-4818645339335404299?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4818645339335404299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=4818645339335404299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/4818645339335404299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/4818645339335404299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-primary-5-life.html' title='My Primary 5 Life'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-283112452996676125</id><published>2011-10-12T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:54:39.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm running.  I'm running away from a monster.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always have all these kinds of nightmares that I am running away from something.  Mummy says that I might be running away from my exams.  Mummy is right!  I am very scared about the  SA2 examinations.  Daddy promised me he will give me his iphone3 if I get a spot at the award ceremony.  I really want an iphone3!  But I'm just not trying!  When I have the time to do revision or do my assesment books I don't do it.  Phoebe even reminds me to revise but I don't listen to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really must concentrate on revising my work and practice my maths as I am not good at it.  I want an iphone3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-283112452996676125?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/283112452996676125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=283112452996676125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/283112452996676125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/283112452996676125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-should-i-do.html' title='My nightmare'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-181291275940357470</id><published>2011-01-06T15:37:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:20:11.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Onsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I felt sleepy.  I was in Hokkaido Japan in winter, sitting in a pool at an onsen.  The water was very hot and it made you feel sleepy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/TSV6Kd_bUoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tD0LHls42h8/s1600/onsen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/TSV6Kd_bUoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tD0LHls42h8/s400/onsen.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558983635326685826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When you are in the onsen, you have to be naked.   You have to rinse yourself before you get into the pool.  There are lots of pools.  There is one pool which is good for your skin, another one is a fountain pool and one pool that is ginormous.  You are not allowed to run, splash or dive.  You can't stay in the pools too long or else you will faint.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When you are done, you go to a section where you sit on a stool to bath.  You just sit on a stool then you just soap yourself.  When you are done, rinse the stool.  I would want an onsen in my bathroom at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-181291275940357470?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/181291275940357470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=181291275940357470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/181291275940357470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/181291275940357470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2011/01/about-onsen.html' title='Hot Onsen'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/TSV6Kd_bUoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tD0LHls42h8/s72-c/onsen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-75854275418299218</id><published>2010-12-18T10:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T11:28:42.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at Disneysea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/TQwqGIFEwZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E-d1oCVFlqg/s400/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551858725377327506" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dead flowers, an old black cloak, a purse and a handkerchief spread over a dusty sofa, a broken lift, paintings of Harrison Hightower stealing precious things from around the world such as an Easter Island stone head and sarcophagus from Egypt.  I was in the lobby of the creepy Hightower Hotel at Tokyo Disneysea.   This ride is the scariest and most popular ride in Disneysea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/TQwqGCcto0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/vofJ1Atr6MU/s400/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551858723865862978" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Harrison Hightower was an explorer who went around the world stealing artefacts.  When he went to Africa, a tribal chief gave him a cursed Idol that was responsible for his disappearance at his hotel.  Ever since his disappearance, the hotel has been abandoned for years.  And now they are giving tours of the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We stepped into a lift with seats.  As the ride started, they told the story of Harrison Hightower's disappearance.  The ride went up and down, up and down until I was going to get sick.  When I stepped out of the lift, I shouted out loud, "  That was the best ride I've been on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-75854275418299218?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/75854275418299218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=75854275418299218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/75854275418299218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/75854275418299218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2010/12/fun-at-disneysea.html' title='Fun at Disneysea'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/TQwqGIFEwZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E-d1oCVFlqg/s72-c/DSC00683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-1061654863128865595</id><published>2010-01-02T16:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:06:47.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Trip Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What is like a giant swing, that can hold a lot of people and makes you scream?   IT'S THE CLAW!    That was my most favourite ride at Dreamworld!  The people strap themselves into the seats around a long.. bar.  When it starts, the bar swings like a pendulum and goes up higher and higher and the screams get louder and louder!  I went on it six times because I love it so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sz82doDDigI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DqnEtNiKM-s/s400/DSC08710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422112358971705858" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Besides Dreamworld, we also visited Movie World and Sea World.  My favourite ride in Movie World was the Road Runner Roller Coaster because it goes very fast!  It wasn't a scary ride, it was a fun ride!  We went on it over and over again.  The most scariest ride at Movie World was the ScoobyDoo ride.  I don't like the part when the cart twist and turn; it felt like we were falling off the track.  Another scary ride in Movie World was Wild West Falls!  You sit in a log, and go on a ride along a river and you end up falling over a waterfall.  It was like your butt was not touching the seat anymore when you are falling in the waterfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sz82dRpGyJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/m6GJzwbcyN8/s400/DSC08614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422112352957286546" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Another theme park was Sea World.  My two most favourite rides at Sea World are Jet Rescue and Sea Viper!  Jet Rescue is a ride where you sit on a jet ski and zoom around a pond.  Sea Viper is a roller coaster which has a lot of loops.  At Sea World we touched stingrays, sea cumber and star fishes.  I took a long time to touch the stingrays and the sea cucumbers because I was a scaredy cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sz82dNlevCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AfLjmrrXmJc/s400/DSC08653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422112351868337186" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When we were leaving Gold Coast Australia for home, I was so sad because I will miss all the rides especially the Claw.  I wish to go to Gold Coast again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-1061654863128865595?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/1061654863128865595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=1061654863128865595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/1061654863128865595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/1061654863128865595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-trip-ever.html' title='The Best Trip Ever'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sz82doDDigI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DqnEtNiKM-s/s72-c/DSC08710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-9218225879837043281</id><published>2009-09-16T10:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:31:10.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Restaurant city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SrBM2iDuaII/AAAAAAAAAFA/XmKRwU270yk/s1600-h/RC+inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SrBM2iDuaII/AAAAAAAAAFA/XmKRwU270yk/s400/RC+inside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381886054446819458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day, all the aunties were at my home and were around the computer, they asked me if i had a restaurant city acount, but i said no.  Ever since mummy had a restaurant city acount, I was begging her for one and she said yes.  I dashed to the computer, went in to my facebook and searched for the game restaurant city.  But, when I was about to go play the game, they didn't allow me.  I  was very upset that I told mummy.  Mummy said, "I think It's because It is at the beta stage."  Months past and I tried again and again but they still didn't let me in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, my aunties arrived and saw me on facebook and said," Why don't you try again?"  I tried again and suddenly, something happen, I toatally had a restaurant city acount.  Then I tried going on pet society and It also worked! I was so happy that when Big Sister came home from tkd training, I told her that I had a restaurant city and pet society acount.  Big Sister was so shocked that she immediately went to her facebook acount and the same thing happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played and played for such long hours, that I always forget to learn my dictation and get punished  that I  can't play for the weekends.  So I tried to not play for so long.  It is like restaurant city is hypnotizing me to play for long hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-9218225879837043281?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/9218225879837043281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=9218225879837043281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/9218225879837043281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/9218225879837043281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-restaurant-city.html' title='About Restaurant city'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SrBM2iDuaII/AAAAAAAAAFA/XmKRwU270yk/s72-c/RC+inside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-7927518483429327745</id><published>2009-09-04T10:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:32:18.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sylvanian Family Play Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On September 3, 2009,  my sisters, mummy and I were at Vivo city.  After Big Sister bought Carissa a birthday present, we went to Toys 'R' Us because Big Sister wanted to buy herself a birthday present.  While Big Sister was looking at the barbie section, I was at the next section where all the Hello Kitty toys are and most of all Sylvanian Families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was looking around the sylvanian family play sets, mummy saw a cute little Sylvanian Family Hamburger Wagon set.  It took me a long time to think if I will play the Hamburger Wagon set or not.  Then finally, I said that I will play the Hamburger Wagon set.  It was so expensive, it cost $69.95 .  As return for mummy's money, I gave Auntie Diane's money she gave me to buy my own birthday present because she didn't have time to buy the present.  I will play the Hamburger Wagon play set forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SquyPBqlarI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HLFD7kQ__Fc/s400/DSC08287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380590151039019698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-7927518483429327745?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7927518483429327745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=7927518483429327745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/7927518483429327745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/7927518483429327745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/09/sylvanian-family-play-set.html' title='The Sylvanian Family Play Set'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SquyPBqlarI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HLFD7kQ__Fc/s72-c/DSC08287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-2688120247560056244</id><published>2009-08-26T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:18:04.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hedgehog</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I was putting my pillow the other side, I found my stuff toy Rolly the hedgehog lying on Sateen’s clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Suddenly I saw Rolly’s cute little nose, body and her little arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I quickly showed it to Mummy and I started to like Rolly a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What I like about Rolly are her little arms, little legs and her big brown nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I wake up in the morning, I always bring Rolly to Mummy. It’s like I am being controlled by the cute hedgehog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I can tell you Rolly’s nickname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Her nickname is “Hans my hedgehog”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hans my Hedgehog is a character from a fairy tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The hedgehog is half human and half hedgehog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rolly is the cutest stuff toy in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SpSpRGM7s5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/_Zt5Df8e1c4/s1600-h/DSC08152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SpSpRGM7s5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/_Zt5Df8e1c4/s400/DSC08152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374106366547571602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-2688120247560056244?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2688120247560056244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=2688120247560056244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/2688120247560056244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/2688120247560056244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/08/hedgehog.html' title='The Hedgehog'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SpSpRGM7s5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/_Zt5Df8e1c4/s72-c/DSC08152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-6262458053533418993</id><published>2009-08-24T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:43:27.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense Poem about Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I would like to see Mount Fuji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I would like to hear people speaking Japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I would like to touch mamegomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I would like to taste sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I would like to smell their delicious cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Daddy can we go to Japan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-6262458053533418993?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6262458053533418993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=6262458053533418993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/6262458053533418993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/6262458053533418993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/08/sense-poem-about-japan.html' title='Sense Poem about Japan'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-7823706125351747369</id><published>2009-08-19T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:48:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Works (A Senryu poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Daddy always works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He works all day and all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;      I wish he were home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-7823706125351747369?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7823706125351747369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=7823706125351747369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/7823706125351747369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/7823706125351747369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-works-senryu-poem.html' title='Daddy Works (A Senryu poem)'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-2183959708574388924</id><published>2009-08-07T10:37:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:48:13.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbits (A Haiku)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;          Rabbits are so white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They look smart in their fur coats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           And their pink noses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-2183959708574388924?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2183959708574388924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=2183959708574388924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/2183959708574388924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/2183959708574388924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/08/rabbits-haiku.html' title='Rabbits (A Haiku)'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-3434373594766571020</id><published>2009-07-27T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:15:41.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day and Night (a Diamante Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                                 Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                          Bright, Noisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;              Working, Playing, Studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;          Time,   7-Eleven,   Rain,   Clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;             Sleeping, Snoring, Dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                           Dark, Quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                                Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-3434373594766571020?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/3434373594766571020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=3434373594766571020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/3434373594766571020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/3434373594766571020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-and-night-diamante-poem.html' title='Day and Night (a Diamante Poem)'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-5719304331122465382</id><published>2009-06-16T12:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:08:09.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Linden's Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sj8RDpd0SzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P4XrmYdN-Os/s1600-h/mr+linden%27s+library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sj8RDpd0SzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P4XrmYdN-Os/s400/mr+linden%27s+library.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350013636707633970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mr. Linden's Library" illustration taken from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mysteries of Harris Burdick by Chris Van Allsburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He had warned her about the book.  Now it was too late.  Yesterday afternoon, Mia went to Mr. Linden’s Library.  When people borrowed Mr. Linden’s library books, Mr. Linden always warned them not to leave the books opened for long or the story will become real and the things will be real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia didn’t know what to borrow so she borrowed a book about forests.  When Mia went to borrow the book, Mr. Linden warned her not to leave the book open too long or the story will become real.  When Mia was about to reach home she said to herself, “I don’t believe Mr. Linden.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then night came but Mia was not sleepy at all so she read her new book for a long time. When she was about to go to sleep, she forgot to close the book!  The moon was in the middle of the sky and some creepers started to crawl out of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning she found her bedroom all green!  There were trees everywhere and birds built their nests on the branches.  Mia picked some flowers to put in her pots in the garden.  Her father took a lawn mower to Mia’s bedroom to get rid of the grass and plants.  He chopped down the trees for wood.  The birds took their eggs and flew out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast Mia went to Mr. Linden’s library and said to him, “ Sorry I didn’t believe you.”   Mr. Linden said, “That’s alright, you have learned a lesson.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-5719304331122465382?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/5719304331122465382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=5719304331122465382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/5719304331122465382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/5719304331122465382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-lindens-library.html' title='Mr. Linden&apos;s Library'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sj8RDpd0SzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P4XrmYdN-Os/s72-c/mr+linden%27s+library.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-2364052476148700915</id><published>2009-05-19T19:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:07:27.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today my sisters, my mummy and I went to the beach. When we got there, we went to 7 eleven to buy some snacks like Contozs and Cheezels, yummy! We quickly set the mat and snacks. Mummy said to put suntan lotion because it was very hot like a desert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and I grabbed our buckets and spades and to the sand to buid sand castles. Minutes later, i saw my mummy and my elder sister making a tunnel and i thought it would be intresting so I joined in. First we pilled sand like a hill, then we dug a hole in the sand hill and here is the sand tunnel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/ShKt0qLXhOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yVDqgX30vRw/s1600-h/DSC07912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/ShKt0qLXhOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yVDqgX30vRw/s400/DSC07912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337519628574229730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hours later i saw my sisters playing in the water. While they were splashing ang laughing, I was trying to make a mini sand castle but i couldn't make one so i joined in the fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time was passing, we girls didn't notice that the waves were getting rough until a big wave pulled one of our mini buckets away. My elder sister was the one that noticed it. My sisters and I was very sad because we had a family of mini buckets. Then to make us happy we made another tunnel but smaller, but it did not work. So sad at losing one of our buckets. When we were just packing, my eldest sister found a perfect stick to write on the sand. She wrote "R.I.P" that means rest in peace. And thats the best day ever, not really because we lost one of our mini buckets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/ShKt0KLGT_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-mu9tKBE76Y/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/ShKt0KLGT_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-mu9tKBE76Y/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337519619983167474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/ShKtzmfM0uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/R3jxKwULFU0/s1600-h/DSC07921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/ShKtzmfM0uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/R3jxKwULFU0/s400/DSC07921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337519610403803874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Watching the mini bucket floating away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/ShKtzuOWmeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LRHUPlcV1iY/s1600-h/DSC07928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/ShKtzuOWmeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LRHUPlcV1iY/s400/DSC07928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337519612480625122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green bucket R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-2364052476148700915?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2364052476148700915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=2364052476148700915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/2364052476148700915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/2364052476148700915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='At the Beach'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/ShKt0qLXhOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yVDqgX30vRw/s72-c/DSC07912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-7366045287955488461</id><published>2009-03-17T20:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:47:11.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Chinatown Heritage Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me and my sisters and my mummy went to the Chinatown Heritage Center.  When we were in there, I saw some pictures of how samsui women ate food.  When we went further in, I realised that my little sister was scared.  I saw old coffee shops.  When we were at the small cubicle rooms, my mummy said that she likes the cubicle rooms the most.  I was freaked out by the cubicle rooms. When we were looking at some of the rooms, big sister spotted a kitchen.  When we were outside the shop, my mummy saw a group of students heading towards the center!  My mummy says that we are lucky we got out in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sb-blBqYYGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/F8GUsnL-8_M/s400/DSC07284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314137145724133474" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-7366045287955488461?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7366045287955488461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=7366045287955488461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/7366045287955488461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/7366045287955488461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-chinatown-heritage-center.html' title='At Chinatown Heritage Center'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sb-blBqYYGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/F8GUsnL-8_M/s72-c/DSC07284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-6910474292608810441</id><published>2009-03-04T22:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:51:05.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farmer and the Stock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;by Aesop, retold by Shimagoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sa6T8LAMlFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nKTGiovi14I/s1600-h/i018_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sa6T8LAMlFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nKTGiovi14I/s320/i018_th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309343672671442002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There was once a farmer who saw many cranes eating his corn.  He went outside and he threw his big net in his field.  When he pulled his net, he found several cranes and a stork in his net.  The stork begged the farmer to let him go.  The stork said, “Please farmer let me go I did not nibble a single corn so please let me go.”  The farmer thought and thought and at last he replied,  “Don’t care if you did it or not, but you have to die with the others.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-6910474292608810441?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6910474292608810441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=6910474292608810441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/6910474292608810441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/6910474292608810441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/03/farmer-and-stock.html' title='The Farmer and the Stock'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/Sa6T8LAMlFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nKTGiovi14I/s72-c/i018_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-3732850361164494764</id><published>2009-02-04T12:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:49:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baby Sitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SYkccF962kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OXfPLx-nh0g/s1600-h/baby+sitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SYkccF962kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OXfPLx-nh0g/s320/baby+sitter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298797705541900866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;English for the Thoughtful Child Lesson 49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture Lesson: "The Baby Sitter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There was once a little girl named Clara.  One day she was supposed to take care of her new sister for a few days by herself because her mother was going to sell some things at the market.  When her mother went to the market Clara put the baby on a bed and did anything to make it happy.  After a few hours she got tired of taking care of the baby and started to knit a little shirt for the baby.  When her mother came back with lots of money she saw that Clara was feeding her sister and she said, “What a good sister you are!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-3732850361164494764?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/3732850361164494764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=3732850361164494764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/3732850361164494764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/3732850361164494764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-sitter.html' title='The Baby Sitter'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SYkccF962kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OXfPLx-nh0g/s72-c/baby+sitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-3813509706364035933</id><published>2009-02-04T12:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:43:21.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King John and the Abbot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From "Fifty Famous Stories Retold" by James Baldwin, retold by Shimagoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There was a king called John in England and he was a very bad king because he was mean to his people.  There was an abbot who lived very well and King John heard it and wanted to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When the abbot came to the palace, King John asked him three questions.  The first question was how long would he live.  The second question was how long would he take to ride around the world.  And the third question was what was King John thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the abbot said, “I think it will take two weeks to figure out these three questions.”  So King John said,  “Very well then.  If you don’t answer my three questions after two weeks, I will have your head chopped off and I will have your land.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the abbot went home sadly and went to a university school to ask the professors but they just shook their heads.  After a few hours, he went to another university school to ask the teachers but they also just shook their heads.  Then the abbot was very sad and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was going home, he saw a shepherd.  The shepherd said, “What’s wrong my master?”  The abbot said, “King John told me to answer these three hard questions which I can’t answer.”  Then the shepherd said, “What are the three hard questions?  Maybe I can help you.”  So the abbot told him the three questions and the shepherd said,  “Easy. I know the answers.”  The abbot said,  “Thank you.  Tell me the three answers.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But the shepherd said that he has to borrow his horse and his coat and his knights to go to King John’s palace to answer the three questions himself.  He was trying to disguise as the abbot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shepherd disguised as the abbot and went to the palace to answer the three questions.  When King John saw the shepherd, he said, “Do you know the three answers?”  And the shepherd said, “I know the three answers.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SYkcxnYTjwI/AAAAAAAAADA/n5Kxyj4glfk/s320/image_026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298798075288194818" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then the king said, “Good.  How long will I live?”  And the shepherd said, “You will live until the day when you die.”  Then the king said,  “Very good.  Let’s pass that question.”  The king asked the second question, “How long will I take to make it around the world?”  The shepherd said, “You have to rise with the sun and ride with the sun and when you finish riding it is the next day and it takes 24 hours.”  The king said,  “Very well, let’s pass the question.”  He asked the third question to the shepherd, “What am I thinking now?”  The shepherd said, “You are thinking that I am the abbot but I am not.  I am the shepherd.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good for you. You have answered the three questions.”  So the shepherd was happy for his master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-3813509706364035933?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/3813509706364035933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=3813509706364035933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/3813509706364035933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/3813509706364035933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/02/king-john-and-abbot.html' title='King John and the Abbot'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SYkcxnYTjwI/AAAAAAAAADA/n5Kxyj4glfk/s72-c/image_026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-1626954758548807820</id><published>2009-01-01T15:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:52:46.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crow and the Pitcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;By Aesop, retold by Shimagoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SYkdy05XqBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DZNNCc2-HBo/s1600-h/The_Crow_and_the_Pitcher_-_Project_Gutenberg_etext_19994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SYkdy05XqBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DZNNCc2-HBo/s200/The_Crow_and_the_Pitcher_-_Project_Gutenberg_etext_19994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298799195608033298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One day, a crow was flying around and saw a pitcher.  When he flew to the pitcher he knew that inside the pitcher the water was too low for him to reach.  Then he looked around and saw some pebbles.  He took the pebbles and put them into the pitcher.  Suddenly the crow saw that when he put a pebble into the pitcher, the water goes up!  So the crow took as many pebbles as he can and put them into the pitcher until the water reached his beak.  In the end, he was very tired that he drank the whole pitcher of water.  The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-1626954758548807820?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/1626954758548807820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=1626954758548807820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/1626954758548807820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/1626954758548807820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2009/01/crow-and-pitcher.html' title='The Crow and the Pitcher'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SYkdy05XqBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DZNNCc2-HBo/s72-c/The_Crow_and_the_Pitcher_-_Project_Gutenberg_etext_19994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-4234241845795860237</id><published>2008-10-15T13:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:13:41.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About My stuff toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SYkesbXQlUI/AAAAAAAAADY/oPWuPFPEG3I/s1600-h/43390010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SYkesbXQlUI/AAAAAAAAADY/oPWuPFPEG3I/s320/43390010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298800185186489666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have this stuff toy called Sateen.  My mummy bought It for me as a welcome to the world present.  When I was growing up, her music was gone.  She has sateen ears and has a bow which is around her neck.  I had her since when I was born.  She also has a pink nose.  Sometimes I play with her after homeschool.  My two sisters have stuff toys too.  My oldest sister's one is called Taffi.  My yougest sister's stuff toy is called Monkoe.  Taffi is a bear, she has a bow on her ear and she is wearing a dress, My youngest sister's stuff toy is not wearing anything on its body.  My Sateen is also not wearing anything too.  My oldest sister and I have mamegomas too, I have two small ones and my sister has one big mamegoma.  One of mine is called Nosis, she is brown in colour, my other one is called Mazy, she is just white in colour.  My sister's is pink in colour.  Hers is big and mine is small.  My youngest sister has a turtle.  It is called Toto.  It has a family too.  I have the least stuff toys than my sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-4234241845795860237?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4234241845795860237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=4234241845795860237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/4234241845795860237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/4234241845795860237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2008/10/about-my-stuff-toy.html' title='About My stuff toy'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SYkesbXQlUI/AAAAAAAAADY/oPWuPFPEG3I/s72-c/43390010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-3553627021415764436</id><published>2008-09-25T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:52:07.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My favourite subject is maths.  I like maths because I like to count and do times table too.  Maths is also something like drawing because you can draw workings and models too.  Times tables is very easy because you just have to count in the number, for example, you are doing two times table you count in 2s then.  My favourite topic of maths is times table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And that's all about my maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-3553627021415764436?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/3553627021415764436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=3553627021415764436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/3553627021415764436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/3553627021415764436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-about-maths.html' title='All About Maths'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-7961088005058395841</id><published>2008-09-23T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:18:44.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About My Drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNhxQ0B-J4I/AAAAAAAAACI/7YDV0RKu1ac/s1600-h/drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNhxQ0B-J4I/AAAAAAAAACI/7YDV0RKu1ac/s400/drawing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249069899359070082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love to draw!  I love drawing because you can draw anything you want.  If you don't know how, you just practise at it.  You can copy plants, animals and other stuff.  Imagine if you were an artist you could have your own gallery.  You can also write stories with pictures in them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My favourite things to draw are restaurants, rabbit fairies and people.  Mostly my favourite thing to draw is people.  You can colour too.  Colouring is the most important thing you must do to make your drawings pretty.  But you must colour properly or your drawings will not be nice.  Tracing paper can help you too.  This tracing paper is for cheating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And that's all about my drawings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-7961088005058395841?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7961088005058395841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=7961088005058395841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/7961088005058395841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/7961088005058395841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-about-my-drawing.html' title='All About My Drawing'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNhxQ0B-J4I/AAAAAAAAACI/7YDV0RKu1ac/s72-c/drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-4979822623873338986</id><published>2008-09-22T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:19:06.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Mamegoma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNeZz8XVmoI/AAAAAAAAABo/ownC1ss-uuU/s320/mamegoma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248833008379992706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love mamegomas!  Mamegomas are cute little seals.  My favourite one is called shimagoma.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNeb_esVqdI/AAAAAAAAABw/9UExerKXfmQ/s320/Shimagoma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248835405596699090" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This one likes to eat cheese.  It is brown in colour and on its head there are three dark stripes.  It has two big front teeth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There are other types of mamegomas you can find too.  Imagine if you kept all of them you would have a hard time with them because they would want everything they want.  If you go to Japan you can go to all shops and stalls to find cute mamegoma things like pencils or towels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh and did I mention that there are baby mamegomas TOO?  The normal ones are big but the baby ones are small.  Sometimes the babies wear small jumpers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And that's all about mamegomas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNeci9a4xGI/AAAAAAAAACA/hHGludmqgRY/s320/babies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248836015140422754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-4979822623873338986?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4979822623873338986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348570485985061014&amp;postID=4979822623873338986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/4979822623873338986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348570485985061014/posts/default/4979822623873338986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimagoma.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-favourite-mamegoma.html' title='My Favourite Mamegoma'/><author><name>shimagoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07334552425196025752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNeZz8XVmoI/AAAAAAAAABo/ownC1ss-uuU/s72-c/mamegoma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-8820065260696039314</id><published>2008-09-22T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:19:24.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Someday I'll learn to do tricks on my skate scooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And go over hills and mountains with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Someday I'll have my own art gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To sell my drawings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Someday I'll ride on a two-wheel bicycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And race with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Someday I'll drive a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A green coloured one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Someday I'll rollerblade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Faster than my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Someday I'll have a house of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With many windows and nice furniture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdni82xtlI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZxQy5xzCN8/S220/Shimagoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348570485985061014.post-7615796695569135053</id><published>2008-09-22T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:20:10.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure on Pulau Ubin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdc9GUCpOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7asdxlqGrME/s1600-h/bumboat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdc9GUCpOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7asdxlqGrME/s320/bumboat.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248766095460050146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On a bumboat to Pulau Ubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Last Saturday, we took a bumboat to Pulau Ubin.  It took a bit long to get there.  Our guide was Uncle Joe.  Uncle Joe said that if we had a question, we could ask him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;At Pulau Ubin, it was peaceful.  I saw an opera stage.  It was big.  Uncle Joe brought us to a funny-looking house standing above the sea on stilts.  He wanted to let us see the toilet and he said that there was a hole in the toilet.  You squat over the hole and you poo and the poo goes to the sea.  I didn't get to see the toilet because the toilet door was locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We went to House No. 1.  It was built by an Englishman 70 years ago.  The house looks cozy if you live in it.  But we couldn't go upstairs.  Now this house is not for living.  It is near the sea shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdc9achsbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/G7EUgMRAeZY/s320/house+no1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248766100864348594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;House No.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Later on, we climbed up a tall tower that felt like a hundred stories high.  I was tired when I got to the top.  From the top, we could see things far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After that, we took a walk and we saw lots of stuff like a mud lobster, fiddler crabs, mudskippers and a mermaid fan which is a type of seaweed.  I was excited to see all these creatures.  My favourite was the mud lobster because it likes the shade just like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdc9aeNlLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S5n-UIE-FVc/s320/mud+lobster.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248766100871419058" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mud Lobster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-XAG35W260/SNdc9lGlRbI/AAAAAAAAABA/sd2iOkdp1sU/s320/mudskipper.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248766103725098418" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mudskipper on a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Later on, we visited a kampung house.  At the kampung house, there were so many dogs that I was frightened.  We saw firewood used for the stove.  There was a parrot that could say "hello" and "goodbye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then we had a seafood lunch and after that, we decided to go home.  We took a bumboat back and said goodbye to Uncle Joe.  And that was the end of my adventure on Pulau Ubin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348570485985061014-7615796695569135053?l=shimagoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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