<?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-3108884792332361541</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:57:25.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShiHan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daphnne♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108884792332361541.post-4832179508992568872</id><published>2010-05-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:58:24.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" ALOT "</title><content type='html'>But there is one grammatical mistake that I particularly enjoy encountering.  It has become almost fun for me to come across people who take the phrase “a lot” and condense it down into one word, because when someone says “alot,” this is what I imagine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5UB-e_3I/AAAAAAAACw4/PmTZf-sawGU/s1600/alot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5UB-e_3I/AAAAAAAACw4/PmTZf-sawGU/s320/alot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466307064011620210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alot is an imaginary creature that I made up to help me deal with my compulsive need to correct other people’s grammar.  It kind of looks like a cross between a bear, a yak and a pug, and it has provided hours of entertainment for me in a situation where I’d normally be left feeling angry and disillusioned with the world.&lt;br /&gt;For example, when I read the sentence “I care about this alot,” this is what I imagine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5TrJk3WI/AAAAAAAACww/jACBIVNrQ5o/s1600/alot2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5TrJk3WI/AAAAAAAACww/jACBIVNrQ5o/s320/alot2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466307057884126562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, when someone says “alot of _______”, I picture an Alot made out of whatever they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5TUNy9qI/AAAAAAAACwo/4Q-bVelsWLw/s1600/alot3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5TUNy9qI/AAAAAAAACwo/4Q-bVelsWLw/s320/alot3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466307051727812258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5S51ImFI/AAAAAAAACwg/uRKNrGCP_5k/s1600/alot4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5S51ImFI/AAAAAAAACwg/uRKNrGCP_5k/s320/alot4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466307044645050450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says something like “I feel lonely alot” or “I’m angry alot,” I’m going to imagine them standing there with an emo haircut, sharing their feelings with an Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5Gwe6mLI/AAAAAAAACwY/VZlMaWFAwCo/s1600/alot5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5Gwe6mLI/AAAAAAAACwY/VZlMaWFAwCo/s320/alot5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466306835977509042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alot is incredibly versatile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5Gt6jfnI/AAAAAAAACwQ/qUQPoILPwtg/s1600/alot6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5Gt6jfnI/AAAAAAAACwQ/qUQPoILPwtg/s320/alot6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466306835288129138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5aSA1VbI/AAAAAAAACxA/1WYWtUOUf4E/s1600/aalot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5aSA1VbI/AAAAAAAACxA/1WYWtUOUf4E/s320/aalot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466307171395655090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5F9N3uLI/AAAAAAAACwA/g5i1tt-TtVg/s1600/alot8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5F9N3uLI/AAAAAAAACwA/g5i1tt-TtVg/s320/alot8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466306822215809202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you are reading along and you see some guy ranting about how he is “alot better at swimming than Michael Phelps,” instead of getting angry, you can be like “You’re right!  Alots are known for their superior swimming capabilities.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5Ft9bZOI/AAAAAAAACv4/WKbpVpJFCpk/s1600/alot9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5Ft9bZOI/AAAAAAAACv4/WKbpVpJFCpk/s320/alot9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466306818120312034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by : Pang Shi Qi (beckham's sis)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108884792332361541-4832179508992568872?l=bears-inlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4832179508992568872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/alot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/4832179508992568872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/4832179508992568872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/alot.html' title='&quot; ALOT &quot;'/><author><name>Daphnne♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3Spp1pOCdE/S9w5UB-e_3I/AAAAAAAACw4/PmTZf-sawGU/s72-c/alot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108884792332361541.post-5278969938729212028</id><published>2010-03-03T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:32:26.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your horoscope today</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-IPUiMLg0ac&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-IPUiMLg0ac&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" 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/3108884792332361541-5278969938729212028?l=bears-inlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5278969938729212028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-horoscope-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/5278969938729212028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/5278969938729212028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-horoscope-today.html' title='Your horoscope today'/><author><name>Daphnne♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108884792332361541.post-6709067314248991658</id><published>2010-02-13T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:32:11.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back after a long while</title><content type='html'>A group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in&lt;br /&gt; use while the other disused.                                          &lt;br /&gt; Only one child played on the disused track, the  rest on the          &lt;br /&gt; operational track.                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The train is coming, and you are just beside the track interchange.   &lt;br /&gt; You can make the train change its course to the disused track and save&lt;br /&gt; most of the kids.                                                     &lt;br /&gt;However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the disused   &lt;br /&gt; track would be sacrificed.                                            &lt;br /&gt; Or would you rather let the train go its way?                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could            &lt;br /&gt; make......... ........                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Scroll down                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and       &lt;br /&gt; sacrifice only one child.                                             &lt;br /&gt; You might think the same way, I guess.                                &lt;br /&gt; Exactly, to save most of the children at the expense of only one child&lt;br /&gt; was rational decision                                                 &lt;br /&gt; most people would make, morally and emotionally.                      &lt;br /&gt; But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on the     &lt;br /&gt; disused track had in fact                                             &lt;br /&gt; made the right decision to play at a safe place?                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends &lt;br /&gt; who chose to play where the danger was.                               &lt;br /&gt; This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday.                      &lt;br /&gt; In the office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic  &lt;br /&gt; society,                                                              &lt;br /&gt; the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority,    &lt;br /&gt; no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted&lt;br /&gt; and knowledgeable the minority are. The child who chose not to play   &lt;br /&gt; with the rest on the operational track was sidelined.                 &lt;br /&gt; And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The great critic Leo Velski Julian who told the story said he would not&lt;br /&gt; try to change the course of the train because he believed that the kids&lt;br /&gt; playing on the operational track should have known very well that track&lt;br /&gt; was still in use,  and that they should have run away if they heard the&lt;br /&gt; train's sirens..                                                      &lt;br /&gt; If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die because&lt;br /&gt; he never thought the train could come over to that track! Moreover,   &lt;br /&gt; that track was not in use probably because it was not safe.           &lt;br /&gt; If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all &lt;br /&gt; passengers on board at stake!                                         &lt;br /&gt; And in your attempt to save a few kids by sacrificing one child, you  &lt;br /&gt; might end up sacrificing hundreds of people to save these few kids.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need &lt;br /&gt; to be made,                                                           &lt;br /&gt; we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always be the right   &lt;br /&gt; one.                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Remember that what's right isn't always popular... and what's popular&lt;br /&gt; isn't always right.'                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108884792332361541-6709067314248991658?l=bears-inlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6709067314248991658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-after-long-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/6709067314248991658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/6709067314248991658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-after-long-while.html' title='Im back after a long while'/><author><name>shadow-clawer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02199794862346620731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108884792332361541.post-3064246447740704385</id><published>2009-10-10T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:10:51.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exam is about to be over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im very happy as my science PSLE is my strongest subject and its gona be on tis comin monday.&lt;br /&gt;AND aftr my science paper, IM FREE!!   (my sister is bothering me now -cant concentrate- !)&lt;br /&gt;we're all gona play in sch all day.! So SHIOK! Or imagine watching movies ALL DAY LONG @ SCH. WOOHOO!!! TWINKLE TWINKLE PATRICK STAR! &amp;amp; this phrase is 4 my sis. EEE - EW WATS THAT HORRIBLE SMELL??  -- Lyrics from the last saturday spongebob sequel =X -- maybe I can play chinese chess!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108884792332361541-3064246447740704385?l=bears-inlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3064246447740704385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam-is-about-to-be-over-im-very-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/3064246447740704385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/3064246447740704385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam-is-about-to-be-over-im-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>shadow-clawer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02199794862346620731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108884792332361541.post-7034223070099575996</id><published>2009-08-04T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:44:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is my mother's brithday and I am very happy and my sisters prepared a cake for her it is a fruit cake and i am sure that she will love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108884792332361541-7034223070099575996?l=bears-inlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7034223070099575996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-is-my-mothers-brithday-and-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/7034223070099575996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/7034223070099575996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-is-my-mothers-brithday-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>shadow-clawer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02199794862346620731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108884792332361541.post-8232190394457233318</id><published>2009-08-04T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:08:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today not much too say so goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108884792332361541-8232190394457233318?l=bears-inlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8232190394457233318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-not-much-too-say-so-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/8232190394457233318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/8232190394457233318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-not-much-too-say-so-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>shadow-clawer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02199794862346620731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108884792332361541.post-6471258596865974422</id><published>2009-08-02T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:26:45.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, my mother and I went to Henderson to eat dinner. I ate carrot cake while my mother ate quay chap.  the carrot cake was very delicious, you should try it. there is also a fish ball stall that the fish ball is very yummy. My mother also said that the quay chap is very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108884792332361541-6471258596865974422?l=bears-inlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6471258596865974422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-my-mother-and-i-went-to-henderson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/6471258596865974422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/6471258596865974422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-my-mother-and-i-went-to-henderson.html' title=''/><author><name>shadow-clawer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02199794862346620731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108884792332361541.post-544775634055725099</id><published>2009-07-27T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:40:00.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tdy, nth special;</title><content type='html'>Bah... Tdy, nth to say lei, everytime my teach asks meas to collect th homework to pass it to her, and aftr i've &lt;b&gt;finished my tasks&lt;/b&gt; , many people will pass their LATE DONE homework to meas, im so darn innocent aren't i?? how come so lazy one? tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esp, ChoyBB** aftr i told him to pass th homework to th teach, he jus THREW it on my desk, hohoho.  Oneday, Someday, I am going to chew his homework! I swear :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; i hope it won't be too long ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108884792332361541-544775634055725099?l=bears-inlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/feeds/544775634055725099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/tdy-nth-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/544775634055725099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/544775634055725099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/tdy-nth-special.html' title='Tdy, nth special;'/><author><name>shadow-clawer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02199794862346620731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108884792332361541.post-5180982028466450478</id><published>2009-07-26T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:51:14.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Yesterday my friend's sister got married therefore, my mother and I was invited to the wedding dinner. There were a lot of people and we ate a lot of food, the fried prawns with oatmeal was my favourite dish. My mother ate my bowl of shark's fin soup as i did not like to eat it. I had gone to the toilet countless times, but i did not drank much water that night. I think i was too nervous :) The Bride and Groom is very pretty and handsome too.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108884792332361541-5180982028466450478?l=bears-inlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5180982028466450478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-my-friends-sister-got-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/5180982028466450478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108884792332361541/posts/default/5180982028466450478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bears-inlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-my-friends-sister-got-married.html' title=''/><author><name>shadow-clawer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02199794862346620731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
