<?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-5775272302738410535</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:32:55.536+08:00</updated><category term='Leisure Read'/><category term='Creative Writing'/><category term='Guangzhou Trip in Feb 2008'/><title type='text'>Ernest's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my very first blog and my dad helped create it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-6707406066213950048</id><published>2011-04-09T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T20:05:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with My Sister (to be continued...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 14  Ghosts in the Forest    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kylie believes in ghosts, sometimes I make fun of her by saying: “The ghosts in the forest are coming to get people whose name starts with a letter K!” or “The ghosts in the forest are coming to eat little girls who have long hair” sometimes “The ghosts in the forest are going to eat girls who wears glasses” something like that.  And I will make a frightened face and hide with Kylie.  Sometimes when I see her expression she isn’t frightened at all and helps me finish the story.  If Kylie really isn’t scared then it’ll not be fun for me at all.  So I stopped and that was the end of the ghosts in the forest.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 15  James in the House    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was a disaster when James and Jude visited us.  At first I felt left out.  They all went into Kylie’s room.  So I played by myself, but then I was utterly bored and we played the 3-legged race.  Unfortunately I needed to pair with James, because Kylie insisted to pair up with Jude.  I and James always won.  Kylie and Julia always fell down; they didn’t balance quite well (to tell the truth they don’t even know how to balance!)     So we continued the other game, called the animal chase.  We all need to pretend to be an animal and needed to race to the end of the house.  Jacky pretended to be a lion; Julia an antelope; Kylie a rabbit and me a cheetah, the fastest animal on the planet.  We didn’t quite know who won; everything was a blur, but 1 thing for sure it will not be Kylie or Jude.  They were as slow as turtles maybe snails!     By that time, the people living beneath us were very annoyed.  They even sent a security guard to say that they are annoyed*.  Our helper was quite angry with that and only let us watch TV.  After a while our parents came back… with the security guard with them.  The security guard mumbled on about inconsideration.  We were only watching TV!  What is wrong with that!     *actually they complained 2 times.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 16  A Computer Geek    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;One time, I let Kylie play the game “pinball”.  I totally regretted that.  Nowadays Kylie will beg me to let her play the game, I refused every time she asked me, so now she got over with it.     I sure was glad!  It was already hard enough to take care of her now, what will happen I take care of a computer geek!     Oh god!  This isn’t happening!  Kylie has remembered pinball!  Up is down!  Left is right!  Heaven is hell!  All just because I said the word “ball”!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-6707406066213950048?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/6707406066213950048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=6707406066213950048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/6707406066213950048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/6707406066213950048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-with-my-sister-to-be-continued_7451.html' title='Life with My Sister (to be continued...)'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-2240218756314479759</id><published>2011-04-09T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:02:46.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with My Sister (to be continued...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 11  Kylie’s Friend Julia    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kylie has a friend called Julia.  She is quiet and shy, and is like a little queen.  She will cry if she wants something.  But she quite likes me, I don’t know why.  Maybe it’s because she has a nuisance of a brother.  That brother is called Jacky, he crawls under the table to scare Julia, he threatens her by saying he is going to the Philippines……which he is not.  He is a very rough boy, not suitable for babysitting a sister, but he has one.  News!  Bad news!  Jacky has another baby to take care of!  Unfortunately, it’s a boy.  Hopeheisnotasbadasjacky*!     *if you’re wondering why I’m typing nonsense? You’re wrong, I’m saying a prayer.  If you want to know what I said.  Figure it out yourself!     Hint: just put spaces between words!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 12  Kylie isn’t cute    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In North Point, there lives Kylie’s mother.  Just kidding!  There lives a cousin called Cherry who pretends to be Kylie’s mother.  Every time we visit her she pretends she is her mother and pretends to cook food for her, pretends to go to school with her……  How can I bear it!  Babysitting my sister is my job, and my sister is not a baby!  Cherry sure treats her like it!     It’s a relief that we don’t go there often.  Kylie sure wants to go there; she enjoys being treated like a baby.  Another reason I don’t like to go there is because no one can talk to me, all of them are girls.  I don’t know why they treat her like a baby.  But I have to admit that she is kind of adorable.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 13  Ice Servants    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As I said, mum (the real one!) still had not improved.  So now Kylie and I created a company called IMC, short for the “Ice Making Company”.  We make 48 pieces of ice every time.  And we make ice three times a day, so we make 144 pieces of ice a day, meaning 1008 a week!  So it adds up to about 4320 a month!  Making it about 52560 a year!  But our dad complained about the ice and so on, and I think he’s right, because we used: 7 cups, a large container, 3 large boxes, 2 small containers and 1 snack box to contain all the ice.     And so I made ice 2 times a day, making it 96 pieces of ice a day.  672 a week.  About 2880 a month.  To about 35040 a year*!  We soon forgot about this and the company is closed.  But then who is going to make the ice?  Good question.  Mum the champion of ice-eating herself*(I think she should go to the Guinness World Record!)!       *I must be great at arithmetic to calculate that bunch of equations (to tell the truth I used the calculator!)!  *was I too sarcastic?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-2240218756314479759?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/2240218756314479759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=2240218756314479759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/2240218756314479759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/2240218756314479759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-with-my-sister-to-be-continued_09.html' title='Life with My Sister (to be continued...)'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-7617714127999799897</id><published>2011-04-09T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T20:59:36.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with My Sister (to be continued...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 8  Don’t say a word!    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;One time, I was talking to my friend next door, when suddenly my sister jumped in and showed him all her teddy bears.  Even her Barbie dolls!  That made my new friend very annoyed and he went back into the house.  I even had some problems with my parents that didn’t make me quite happy.  So I made my own house rules:  1.      The helper will not kiss my sister more than 1 time a day.  2.    Kylie will not distract me when I’m doing homework.  3.    My mom will not eat more than 5 pieces of ice a day.  4.    My dad will not shout at me more than 2 times a day.  5.    My mom will not watch more than 2 hours of TV/computer a day.     A month passed and my family still hasn’t changed yet!  But it is still good that some of Kylie’s friends gave her a lot of toys, so now I can peacefully do my homework.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 9  The Eye Drop monster    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, Kylie’s eyes aren’t quite good (because her eyelashes are pricking her eyes) so she needs to use the eyedropper.  That's the first time, so she struggled all the way.  We could only comfort her by using the eyedropper on ourselves.  First dad used it, but it was no use.  Then it was my turn, it tickled my eyes and I laughed out loud.  That was a mistake, because she thought the eyedropper made me crazy.  Then my mom tried it.  By that time it was already half full.  But it was no use, so I tried to calm her down. And she bumped onto me.  So to make a long story short, I prefer to use this way:     If Kylie’s eyes weren’t bad; if  the doctor hadn’t given her an eyedropper; if we hadn’t made the eyedropper half full; if I hadn’t tried to calm her down, then I wouldn’t have hurt my eye. Then I wouldn’t have this story to tell.     The next day, Kylie hadn’t struggled at all, I didn’t quite know.  Maybe my father has magic powers.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 10  My Auntie’s Major problem    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The only problem my helper has with Kylie is eating.  Kylie eats very slowly.  Sometimes she will eat more than 2 hours!  My helper then bought stickers for Kylie, so when she eats fast, she’ll give it to Kylie.  Sometimes I think, why waste money to buy presents for her, she is a big failure.  But then I remember that she is my sister and I should be kind to her.  I think I know why my helper is so strict about eating: because she lives in the Philippines and her family is starving.  Sometimes our helper even threatens her by saying she is going. (This is a secret, don’t tell anyone)(Sometimes I do it to!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-7617714127999799897?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/7617714127999799897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=7617714127999799897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7617714127999799897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7617714127999799897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-with-my-sister-to-be-continued.html' title='Life with My Sister (to be continued...)'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-2915373949922836910</id><published>2011-04-09T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T20:54:13.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with My Sister (to be continued...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;   mso-font-kerning:0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 5  An Unforgivable Punch that made me Santa    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I had started to be angry at Kylie at some small problems and she started to hate me a little.  One time I was so angry I hit her!  My sister cried and my mom had me grounded for 2 weeks.  I realized my problem and I was kind and helpful to her once again.  She had another problem and I really didn’t know what to do. Kylie kept asking me to give her presents!  I can’t believe that I had really started to give her presents!  I realized my mistake and only gave her presents when she was good. But it took me 2 months!      After 2 long months she started to tell lies!  That was the most difficult problem she has.  I need to tell her 10 times.  “Is that the truth?” for her to tell the truth about something!  But she soon got over with it, I don’t know how, but that is good because I don’t need to waste my breath.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 6  Is she crazy or what?    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I thought that was the end of her problems, but no it wasn’t.  This problem was the most disgusting problem by now. Kylie would not close the door when she is going to pee or change clothes!  She even thought that it was funny that I make a disgusted face at her.  So I changed and made an angry face at her when she does that.  That cured her.  I was glad.*     *who wouldn’t!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Ch. 7      I can’t believe it’s a job &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now my mom hired me as Kylie’s tutor, the worst job ever.  I‘d rather be a street cleaner!     So I need to read Kylie books every night, teach her how to do her homework, feed her……so on and so forth.     Once I started, anytime I groan or something, she will coo for me.  I really don’t understand why she needs to coo me.  Sometimes, she takes cares of me like I’m a baby!  So all I can do is to not groan as hard as I can.  I hope it is not another job from mom!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-2915373949922836910?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/2915373949922836910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=2915373949922836910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/2915373949922836910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/2915373949922836910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2011/04/ch.html' title='Life with My Sister (to be continued...)'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-1983763810520788759</id><published>2011-03-13T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:24:41.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with My Sister (to be continued...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 2  The Ultimate Crier    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;After 6 long months, Kylie had another problem, crying all day and night.  She’s a nonstop crier!  Everyday I need to bear those unbearable cries.  And do you know that I was always woken by those disgusting cries!  I can’t bear it!  If I don’t do something quick I’ll need to bear it for my whole life!  Oh god!  Please help me!  I even begged my mom to buy me a set of earphones for that.     Another 6 long months of those unbearable cries!  Oh when is it going to stop!  I just hope that she can cry less or at least in different tones: whimpering, bawling, weeping, howling etc.  But she soon realized life was going to be tougher than that with me*, so she stopped crying so much.  (You see that I underlined “so much” that doesn’t mean forever, just……not so often)     *as I hate crying, sometimes I’m too savage!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 3  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of nickname is that?    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When she was 3 there was another terrible problem, Kylie kept calling me “Ern”.   Though this problem was easier to solve, it was not quite a good problem, if any of my friends hear that they will snigger and tell the whole world about it, and I will be doomed for the rest of my life. I know that anger will be no use, so I calmly asked her to stop. She didn’t. And soon I realized she just wanted to make me angry, so I stopped making angry faces.  And she soon forgot about it.  That was a relief; I don’t want the whole world to call me “Ern”     (Actually my mom started all this, she always calls me “Ern”)     Now I will tell you the worst news in this universe.  The class has found out my personal secret: Ern.  The reason?  Sigh……it’s an embarrassing story.  Well, our class went to field trip; we were supposed to bring our parents.  I brought mine (I regretted that), and so the story begins……     It was time for the field trip, I brought my mum.  It was a cold day. And my mum ruined my trip……here’s what she said:     Mum: Come here and wear your coat “Ern”.     She just broadcasted my nickname to the whole crowd!  What in the world was she thinking!       So now everyone calls me “Ern”, full stop.  Happy now!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 4  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nobody has a problem forgetting to flush the toilet, is it true, or is it not?    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kylie was 4, and she started to forget to flush the toilet!  When I started to tell my classmates that, they all stared at me and thought that I am crazy.     I can’t think of a solution, so I started to flush for her!  My mother stopped me and told Kylie her problem, and done. Mission accomplished!  Is it my mom has powers, or Kylie only listens to mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-1983763810520788759?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/1983763810520788759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=1983763810520788759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1983763810520788759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1983763810520788759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-with-my-sister-to-be-continued_13.html' title='Life with My Sister (to be continued...)'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-1963466365513452230</id><published>2011-03-13T15:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:19:32.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with My Sister (to be continued...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Australian Sunrise'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction (for my sister) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Since my sister Kylie was born, I knew something was wrong with her.  You see ……I have a sixth sense, I can see if the person is a friend or foe (I sound like some old castle knight or maybe like Robin Hood, I can’t decide).  Also I can see what she or he is wrong about and good about.  I too found out why people have birthmarks, but there are some I don’t understand.  Let’s go back to talking about Kylie.  Hey?  Where was I?  Oh yes! Something was wrong with Kylie.  That’s the most difficult thing in my life I can’t understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction (for myself) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am a quiet boy most of my time.  Though I am quiet, once I open my mouth, words come out like a waterfall.  I look serious in person, but actually I am a very humorous boy. I show talent in art and English, but I am very bad at Chinese (that is the only reason I’m typing this in English).  Even I think it is peculiar that I was born in China, I live in China and I am no good at Chinese!  But now isn’t the time to figure out my problem, it is the time to figure out my sister’s problem.  So…let’s get started! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 1  A Vain Thief for a Sister &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It all started when Kylie was 2, she began to become vain.  I had started to get angry, because Kylie started stealing my things.       Ahhh……I remember that day, I was just starting to do my homework, but then I found out my favorite pencil was gone!  Kylie had a peculiar expression on her face.  I searched my room, not there.  The living room, not there too.  At that time, my doubts were all on Kylie.  I went into her room and her pencil case was on the floor; I picked it up; opened it; and there it was!  I couldn’t believe it!  If I don’t put a stop to this, she may start to act like a thief (which I hate, they are sneaky, spooky……)     I wanted to stop this from happening.  I started by talking to Kylie, she didn’t listen.   She just pretended to listen, and after that she ignored what I said, so I wasn’t quite happy about it.  Then I started to shout, I just ended up having a little talk with my helper, and she will start babbling about how it is to not shout at Kylie, sometimes I argued with her.  But she always won the battle.  The last idea I had in my mind was to steal her things too, but it was a complete failure.  She didn’t even realize that I had stolen her things.  Then I started to steal her more important things, but Kylie always cried and my auntie would be angry at me and wouldn’t let me eat snacks, (which I can’t resist not to eat)*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*I’m a little too greedy I think……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-1963466365513452230?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/1963466365513452230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=1963466365513452230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1963466365513452230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1963466365513452230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-with-my-sister-to-be-continued.html' title='Life with My Sister (to be continued...)'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-4129052243486913883</id><published>2008-12-23T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:07:56.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Ship of Adventure</title><content type='html'>"Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mannering&lt;/span&gt; has something in her mind that she wants to tell us," said Philip. "Let's go ask her!" said Jack. "Yeah!" said Lucy-Ann and Dinah together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mannering&lt;/span&gt; told them they were going on a ship. "Oh, yeah! Ship of adventure!" shouted Jack excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mannering&lt;/span&gt;, Jack, Philip, Dinah, Lucy-Ann and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; travelled on a ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went on[to] a [an] island. Philip saw someone throwing stones at something. "If it's alive I'll hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; with my fist!" thought Philip. He went closer and closer to the thing that the children are throwing at. He saw it and said, "It's a baby monkey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy-Ann met a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; called Lucian, and said, "Today is my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Philip's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I'll buy a ship in a bottle in it since we are in a ship adventure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip was washing the monkey's fur and called him Mickey. While he was washing Mickey Lucy-Ann Jumped out from nowhere and shouted "Happy birthday Philip!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Mickey broke the present and he groaned. He groaned. He told the other children and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;groaned&lt;/span&gt; too. That day they met a new friend called Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eppy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;accidently&lt;/span&gt;[accidentally] found a map in the ship that Mickey broke. They cut it into four pieces and showed one to Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Eppy&lt;/span&gt;. Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Eppy&lt;/span&gt; got [held onto] it a long time and gave it back by a big gull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Eppy&lt;/span&gt; should have a good printout for himself, " Jack groaned angrily. But that day Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mannering&lt;/span&gt; had to take care [of] someone so he took Bill to go with them. The children were so glad to meet Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children showed the whole map to Bill. And he asked one of the map detectives on the island to make it [into] English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill let them into his boat and led them to the treasure island called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Thamis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the map they saw a picture like &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this {reverse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;UU&lt;/span&gt;} and later on they knew it was a shape of a rock. They went inside and it was blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They they saw a word that mean maze called labyrinth. They went inside and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; didn't like it much. So he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;standed&lt;/span&gt; [stood] outside with Jack and saw Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Eppy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three children and Bill looked at the treasure... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1 December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-4129052243486913883?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/4129052243486913883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=4129052243486913883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/4129052243486913883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/4129052243486913883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/12/ship-of-adventure.html' title='Ship of Adventure'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-5437726108946348336</id><published>2008-12-23T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:48:49.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Circus of Adventure</title><content type='html'>The children were tired out when they finished they're [their] holiday with Bill. Bill said after the holiday he would bring a prince!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They waited and waited, Jack, Lucy Ann, Dinah, Philip and Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mannering&lt;/span&gt; saw a prince coming. He had curly hair, funny trousers, wearing a[an] awful hat and had a good manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; teased him and he did not like it. So he stayed away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt;. He had a quite bad English and Dinah, Jack and Philip hated him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; teased him a lot and the prince lost his manners and ordered and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;comanded&lt;/span&gt; [commanded] the children to do things for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had bad habits in the restaurant so he and Lucy Ann, Jack, Philip and Dinah were kicked out of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; he said: "I want ice cream and pie!" "He could not eat them together," said Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mannering&lt;/span&gt;. "That's what I ordered, you disgusting beast," the prince said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day someone captured Philip, Lucy Ann, Dinah and the prince. But Jack heard Lucy Ann's cries. So he hurried them and went to a peculiar land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he met a friend called Pedro. He is a circus boy who is friendly, kind and never go mad. So Jack liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night when everyone else was asleep Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; [crept] out of the room and searched for the castle that Philip, Dinah and Lucy Ann were captured prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last he found it and found a ladder to the castle. He ran up and when he is about to put the ladder down the ladder broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran up and down the castle he felt quite sure he knows the way. When he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thinked&lt;/span&gt; [thought] of that he felt confident. So he marched down the castle making loud thumps to let the solders [soldiers] think he is a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last he found a way back to the circus where he slept. He woke up in the middle of crowd. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;squawking&lt;/span&gt;, talking and screaming with the crowd, saying, "Yeah! Wow! Cool! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Coofantasticelo&lt;/span&gt;[?]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to ask Pedro about his friends. "I don't know," Pedro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;anered&lt;/span&gt; [answered]. "But I'll help you save them with my two friends... Tony... and... Bingo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is Bingo a dog?" asked Jack. "No, he is a man that knows how to walk on wire ropes very well." "And when they two are together they can think of many ideas," said Pedro with a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four went into castle and saved Philip, Lucy Ann, Dinah and Philip's mouse Squeaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to dress the prince up like a girl, suggested Pedro's mom. Everyone agreed except of course the prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the prince was dressed like a girl. After a few days some soldiers went to find the prince in the circus. The soldiers of course cannot find the prince because he is dressed like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the prince let them into a feast and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; did not tease the prince [any more].  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;12 November 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-5437726108946348336?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/5437726108946348336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=5437726108946348336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5437726108946348336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5437726108946348336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/12/circus-of-adventure.html' title='Circus of Adventure'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-3455671065866873857</id><published>2008-12-23T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:30:05.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Sea of Adventure</title><content type='html'>Mrs Mannering was upset ‘They should come at 1 hour earlier!’ cried Mrs Mannering to the police. ‘It’s your fault!’ said the police ‘You did not bring them with you.’ ‘My fault?’ said Mrs Mannering angrily. And bleated out angry words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they went onto Puffin Island, they are tripped and troped on many puffins. Philip got two more puffins as his pet of. When he got to get the name of the puffins, Kiki bleated out two words, huffin…puffine! ‘Those tow words can be a name for my new pets!’ said Philip cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the bad news they need to sleep on the Island forever! ‘We could sleep in that hole?’ shouted Jack. “Never!’ said Lucy-Ann disgustingly. Philips’ puffin kept saying arr…arr for the whole day. ‘Hush!’ everybody said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last Bill found them and took them to a safe place and they were happy.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;29 October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-3455671065866873857?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/3455671065866873857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=3455671065866873857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/3455671065866873857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/3455671065866873857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/12/sea-of-adventure_23.html' title='Sea of Adventure'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-4169186050740324923</id><published>2008-12-23T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:49:41.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>The Time Machine</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, a scientist (with a huge lump of black hair on the head; and a long, black beard; with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rectangled&lt;/span&gt; shape eye glasses) made a perfectly peculiar thing. His name is called [deleted] Timothy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mothcheat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Duncard&lt;/span&gt;, and his short form is Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought it was a roller coaster (with no railway of course). So he sat on the seat and pressed a red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;butten&lt;/span&gt; [button]. Then type some numbers (and those numbers are 1900). Tim didn't knew [know] it was the age of the dinosaurs. So he set [sat] excitedly on the seat patiently. But then something extraordinary happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something went boom! And he shouted to himself (because he can't hear anything). "I must be dizzy!" Then he stopped because the so-called roller coaster stopped (it is NOT a roller roaster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got out a hooting sound came "Ah, Ha!" said Tim. "I went to the Greek [Greece]!" And he danced excitedly and slipped down a crack (it's a footprint not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;crack&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help me!" he cried. "Somebody save me!" Then he knew something unusual. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fell &lt;/span&gt;in the CRACK of a giant reptile. "I must have become small," Tim said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he heard a roar (of a thing that he don't [doesn't] know)! "It should be a saber tooth attacking the Greek people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he heard a rumbling of footsteps. "That must be the Greek people running away from the saber tooth!" Tim shouted out excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a strange face appeared and got Tim out of the hole and Tim cried like a baby without a mother. And he cried, "I want my... mom..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big lizard carried Tim away and Tim looked at the thing. "It's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Iguanadon&lt;/span&gt;!" He is now filled with wonders. But it was all a dream! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-4169186050740324923?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/4169186050740324923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=4169186050740324923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/4169186050740324923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/4169186050740324923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-machine.html' title='The Time Machine'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-51788632955591215</id><published>2008-12-23T09:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:57:47.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>Ben Ten</title><content type='html'>Ben was walking alone in the forest. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Suddenlly&lt;/span&gt; [Suddenly] a small asteroid as big as Ben's hands followed Ben. Ben ran away in panic. But the bang made Ben fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bang was over Ben realized that the rock had non-sharp spines, and suddenly it opened. And out came a green, white and black unfamiliar watch. That landed on Ben's right hand wrist. That time he's called Ben Ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pressed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;butten&lt;/span&gt; [button] and became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heatblast&lt;/span&gt;. "Ah, I'm on fire I'm on fire!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heatblast&lt;/span&gt; cried. He ran round the forest doing nothing but screaming. Then Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maz&lt;/span&gt; and Gwen was [were] running in the forest fire and finding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Heatblast&lt;/span&gt; sitting on a log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to destroy this monster," Max said. "It seems to me it's an alien," Gwen said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;intrestedly&lt;/span&gt; [interestedly]. "No! I'm a good guy!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heatblast&lt;/span&gt; cried.  "Ben?" said Gwen surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then something on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Heatblast&lt;/span&gt; had a red light going. Beep the tone was getting lower and soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Heatblast&lt;/span&gt; became Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two small robots attacked Ben. "I need a go to the hard way!" Ben became Upgrade. "Cool! What can this alien do?" said Upgrade. Then he controlled one of the robots. When the battle was finished, Ben used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;XLR&lt;/span&gt;-8 to bully the bullies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Fourarms&lt;/span&gt; for ice-cream, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Stinkfly&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;aeroplanes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ripjaws&lt;/span&gt; for saving, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;upcraft&lt;/span&gt; for destroy and Ghost freak for Peaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he slept. But before he slept he said "We will play this game tomorrow." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Filgex&lt;/span&gt; was watching him with his evil red eyes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; 4 October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-51788632955591215?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/51788632955591215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=51788632955591215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/51788632955591215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/51788632955591215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/12/ben-ten.html' title='Ben Ten'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-5364438922631965027</id><published>2008-12-20T12:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:25:28.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>The Island of Adventure</title><content type='html'>Characters: Philip and Dinah decided to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freinds&lt;/span&gt; [friends] with Jack and Lucy Ann. Joe is a very unpleasant man. Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mannering&lt;/span&gt; is Philip and Dinah's aunt. Bob is a pleasant man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; is a bird that is owned by Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip, Dinah, Jack and Lucy Ann decided to go on a hiking adventure. They went to the beach and visited Bob. Bob drove to the market to buy torches, headlights and a camera film for Jack, the others had headlights and torches for discovering some caves near the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went back to their half ruined, half new house. And went down the beach, Dinah and Lucy Ann were too scared to go inside. Jack suddenly disappeared and Philip disappeared too later. They found that there's a secret trapdoor in the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys decided to tell Bob. Bob didn't tell much about himself, he just sat down and listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the boys told Dinah and Lucy Ann what they saw in the caves. "This looks like some kinda mystery!" said Dinah. "Oh, I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mysterys&lt;/span&gt;!" cried Lucy Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Bob let them go to the Isleof Gloom by themselves. Jack was lost and Philip, Dinah and Lucy Ann was upset. They went to tell bill that they had lost Jack in the Isle of Gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to Isle of Gloom again to save Jack but two unpleasant men caught them. They set them into the most unpleasant cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got a map and in a dark corner lay Jack. The men took them to the wrong cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found in the map that there's a secret trapdoor out of this cage. They went out of the trapdoor and went back to Craggy-Tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the men are caught and Joe who helped the men is fired from Philip and Dinah's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;15 October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-5364438922631965027?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/5364438922631965027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=5364438922631965027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5364438922631965027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5364438922631965027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/12/island-of-adventure.html' title='The Island of Adventure'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-7573413600550986408</id><published>2008-12-20T11:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:28:51.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Harriet's Hare</title><content type='html'>Harriet heard a noise coming from the wheat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feild&lt;/span&gt; [field]. It sound like a UFO. When Harriet got out of bed and looked carefully at the UFO print. She saw a hare. Don't go, I won't hurt you, she said in her mind. Suddenly the hare turned and hopped towards her. In her amaze the hare said "Good morning earth girl I'm from Pars and I'm 36 years old.  &lt;ufo:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harriet warned the hare her father is coming. Suddenly Bran the sheep dog barked, meaning "Come on silly old cow walk to the yard." I become a sparrow, said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wiz&lt;/span&gt; the hare. Then he became a bluebird and fly [flew] away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Harriet went to pick carrots. Then she saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wiz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wiz&lt;/span&gt; stared at her. "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;' mind you can eat it; I need to say to you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wiz&lt;/span&gt; my dad is coming." Slowly POP!!! A snail was on the carrot top. "Let's have a race when father's gone!" said Harriet quietly. "Ready." Like the wind and Harriet was racing like a horse. Suddenly POP!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wiz&lt;/span&gt; became a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hadhog&lt;/span&gt; and Harriet won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Wiz gone [went] away running fighting with a she rabbit. "Bye Wiz." said Harriet. Slowly she went to her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Harriet was driving her car on the main street, a pretty old woman asked "I wonder if you could selll me a dozen eggs." "Of course!" said Harriet. "Oh, thank you!" said the old lady. When Harriet went back something happened. The old lady came she said "I'm Lambert, Jessika Lambert." Then Harriet's father came he said "I'm John Butler."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Harriet went to the farm a cow that looks unfamiliar stared at her. "That's Wiz" thought Harriet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last Jessika decided to be Harriet's step mother. That night she saw a hare on the moon, she had to lose her hare.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;August 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ufo:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-7573413600550986408?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/7573413600550986408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=7573413600550986408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7573413600550986408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7573413600550986408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/12/harriets-hare.html' title='Harriet&apos;s Hare'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-712204653542976422</id><published>2008-05-24T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:24:35.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>The Strange Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was minding my own business in my laboratory making my [a] special medicine. First I thought it was special. Then when I drank it, it was strange. It was sour, I put sweet in it. But it was still sour. Then I was daydreaming - I was daydreaming that I'm a veliceraptor. When I finished [it] I became a veliceraptor. I had yellow stripes, razor sharp claws and teeth and a green slender body. I became the same colour and creature that I had daydreamed today. It was so strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided not to be a scientist. I decided to be a murderer catcher. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;16 April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-712204653542976422?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/712204653542976422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=712204653542976422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/712204653542976422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/712204653542976422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/05/strange-medicine.html' title='The Strange Medicine'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-5570542657775548331</id><published>2008-05-24T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:19:51.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>A Journey to the Death of the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friend gave me a letter going to the sea. I was so excited I can't wait! I went to my friend Jonathan's house. He was fixing his submarine. I never saw a submarine like that before. "It looks like a robot crab more than a submarine,' I said. John made a grin. Then he gave me a notebook and a pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later I asked, "What's going on?" John said, "Don't you know we're going to the sea?" But I still have one problem - I'm seasick. This sub has a toilet, living room, bedroom and a kitchen. My friend zoomed in the submarine. I slowly walked in. "Faster you snail!" John said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we went inside, the submarine zoomed to the road and in the sea. We went to the coral reef we saw clownfish, parrot fish, sea slugs, moray eels, octopus, sharks, catfish, seahorses and rays.  I wrote it in my notebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we went deeper, I knew something strange. The submarine didn't swim it crawled. Then we saw lots of salmon. The submarine's claws caught lots of them. I cooked some fish. I ate it. They were yummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we went deeper we saw whales, squids and salmon as we went to the death [depth] I was excited. I saw squids, viper fish, angler fish, hatchet fish, vampire fish, starfish and gulper eels. I was scared. We went back home and told are [our] parents about the amazing trip.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;14 April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-5570542657775548331?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/5570542657775548331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=5570542657775548331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5570542657775548331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5570542657775548331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/05/journey-to-death-of-sea.html' title='A Journey to the Death of the Sea'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-5982430009413486637</id><published>2008-05-24T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:07:31.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>The Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a young scientist.  I made a time machine and used it to go to the past, millions [of] years ago when the first animals roamed the world. I don't even know where the first creatures live. As I used my time machine to find out, I felt excited. As fast as I could I scrambled out to the time machine. I pressed the keys and 1,000,000 my globe was turning so fast that I couldn't count how many rounds it had turned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a minute the globe had stopped turning. All the places, Asia, Europe, Africa and all the continents were stick [stuck] together. I felt strange that they were stuck. I looked around, I wasn't in my laboratory. I was in the sea. I saw many strange things. I just knew two strange animals: one is pleisiosaurus and the other is lixosaurus. I was scared to death. I pressed the keys again and 1,000,000. Now I found some early fishes and amphibians. They were so strange.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6 April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-5982430009413486637?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/5982430009413486637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=5982430009413486637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5982430009413486637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5982430009413486637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-machine.html' title='The Time Machine'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-363051512190352618</id><published>2008-05-24T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:55:39.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>The Time of the Roaming Robots with Ben Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was with my friend Ben Tenison playing the computer. As we played, we didn't know Kylie was playing the printer. Not carefully Kylie made us to the inside of the computer game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The game was the roaming robot of living creatures. First, we saw an army of gigantic germs, some oval shape some circle shape. They're spitting diseases to Ben Ten and me. Ben Ten used his watch to become fire ball. He shot several fire balls. Next he became four arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After punching 40 or 50 of those germs, it was the second test in the game. The test took place in the sea. We saw billions of sea creatures. We saw some Anomalocarises, Picajas, Hallucigenias, Wiwaxias and SacaBambaspises. Ben Ten became light bulb fish. He used his ferious sharp teeth sunken into many sea creatures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The third test was with the plant eating dinosaurs. There were brachiosaurus, stegosaurus, sauposaurus, evelophalus, triceratop. They used their armour to attack us. Ben Ten used his Lion Mon to bite those dinosaurs after the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fourth test was with meat-eating dinosaurs. I saw Tyranosaurus, Tarbosaurus, Spinosaurus, Linosaurus and Tinosaurus. Ben Ten became X-R5. He ran and the dust made the dinosaurs cough. Ben Ten knew these dinosaurs were dusk sick. As they were coughing, Ben Ten became grey matter and went inside the dinosaur's mouth. Then he pulled all the teeth of the dinosaurs. After that we got out of the computer and he thought the tests were easy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;29 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-363051512190352618?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/363051512190352618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=363051512190352618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/363051512190352618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/363051512190352618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-of-roaming-robots-with-ben-ten.html' title='The Time of the Roaming Robots with Ben Ten'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-1762413033675658182</id><published>2008-05-24T09:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:39:48.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Myth or Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Story 1: Once upon a time a family near Mississippi River caught many fish.  One spring the son went fishing. Just then a sea monster with a snake like neck popped out of the water [and] caught their son and swam down the sea [river]. The father cut down trees and put it in the river and put some fire. The river was boiling. The monster popped out of the water and the father killed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 2: It's boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 3: I was reading a lot of books about flying creatures. One day my friends said they had saw [seen] the flying monster want to attack me. This [was] the last thing I knew. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;13 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-1762413033675658182?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/1762413033675658182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=1762413033675658182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1762413033675658182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1762413033675658182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/05/book-review-myth-or-mystery.html' title='Book Review: Myth or Mystery'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-598948612540319826</id><published>2008-03-29T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:50:50.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>Dinosaur and the Strange Message - A Sequel to "To the Centre of the Earth"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I walked to the library and found a book about dinosaurs. I borrowed it. When I got home I flipped the pages to find something intresting [interesting]. When I flipped to page 22, I found a note. “It’s a code!” I cried  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Meant to be UPSIDE DOWN]  &lt;/span&gt;Go to Africa’s Ile Island. At the Lion Mountain there’s a cave the top of the mountain. Go in the cave and you’ll see as much dinosaurs you like. I wrote it. Ernest     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the note carefully. At 3 o’clock I had a break. I put the card upside down and I saw what the note means!  I felt excited of a trip I love to meet dinosaurs either anyway!&lt;br /&gt;After I eaten my tea I drove [took] a taxi, then drove my car, then took the ship to Africa. But I forgot to pack my things.  I bought some food, a bag, some bandages and clothes. Then I sailed to Ile Island.&lt;br /&gt;As I’m climbing up the mountain I saw a sand hurricane coming towards me. I ran as fast as I could. It took me 5 hours climbing up the mountain.   As I reached the cave Ernest stood there. He came [went] with me into the cave.&lt;br /&gt;Just then a trodden ran past by we lay down in the cave. We saw a teranodon, a quazelantus, a ramphasurus and a tenderandon. Then I walked I saw a brachiosaurus, a stegosaurus, a triceratops and a diphlopsaurus and many other dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;But just then a carnotosaurus came and ate a triceratops. I’m angry and got my weapon and killed the carnotosaurus. Then a pack of velicerapters came and ate the dead of the carnotosaurus.&lt;br /&gt;As I dived down and saw a plesiosaurus and a ripliosaurus fight for a sturgeon. I cut it half and the two ate happily away.&lt;br /&gt;I told Ernest it was fun today. Next time I’ll come again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;25 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-598948612540319826?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/598948612540319826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=598948612540319826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/598948612540319826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/598948612540319826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/dinosaur-and-strange-message-sequel-to.html' title='Dinosaur and the Strange Message - A Sequel to &quot;To the Centre of the Earth&quot;'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-5615855642335464142</id><published>2008-03-29T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:40:56.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: To the Centre of the Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My uncle shouted excitedly just as my cook finished cooking. I went to my uncle’s library. My uncle found a runic note. He ran upwards [upstairs] to find his runic dictionary. I hope my uncle’s stomach will cry out cause [because] mine’s crying very loudly. &lt;br /&gt;As I wrote the runic words to today’s words, I wrote it like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SLEFFENSFORETARCEHTOTNIOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SEHCUOTSIRATRACSFOWODAHSEHTEREHW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HTRAEEHTFORETNECEHTHCAERLLIWUOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;DNAMMESSUNKASENRATIDIDI  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle said there are 40 vowels and 69 consonants. My poor uncle didn’t sleep that night cause of the strange note. &lt;br /&gt;The next day I figured out what it means. I told my uncle. My uncle asked me to go with him to this historic journey and with his friend Hans. &lt;br /&gt;They drove [took] a taxi, a bus and a train. They sailed a ship to Sneffels as they slide [slid] to the bottom of the well.  &lt;br /&gt;There are three carns. They wait to let the sun shine to the three carvan which one is the first to shine on they will go. They wait till sunset. They saw the middle one is the first…&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[find it too difficult to continue] &lt;/span&gt;25 March 2008   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-5615855642335464142?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/5615855642335464142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=5615855642335464142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5615855642335464142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5615855642335464142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-summary-to-centre-of-earth.html' title='Book Summary: To the Centre of the Earth'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-6937485112225283608</id><published>2008-03-29T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:35:36.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: The Pharaoh's Tomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The professor carelessly drive [drove] his bicycle on the road. Cars blew there [their] car horns at the professor.  He was working in an Egypt Museum. He spent his life talking about Egypt. As he rode, he thinked [thought] about how to write an Egypt story about [on] his way home.&lt;br /&gt;He thought exitedly [excitedly].  He [had] forgotten about the birthday of his wife.&lt;br /&gt;He decided to buy a black cat from Egypt statues. He bought it from a store had rode past. &lt;br /&gt;Then he went home and read the scroll inside. He didn’t really know what it means.  &lt;br /&gt;The next day the professor and his friends were working at the scroll and understanding it. After that they still don’t understand the scroll.   Then the professor had a class. He taught [talked] about the cat and asked them to look at it closely. A student shook the cat meanly and went away. &lt;br /&gt;When the professor was on his way home a man stepped [out] and got the professor’s bag.  &lt;br /&gt;When he went home he looked very worried. He told his wife about it. His wife decided to go on a holiday to Egypt. &lt;br /&gt;When they are [were] in Egypt they sailed a river. Not carefully professor had fallen down the waterfall. At the bottom of the waterfall is a cave. In the cave he found the Pharaoh’s tomb. Then the professor said, “I found it!!” &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;19 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-6937485112225283608?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/6937485112225283608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=6937485112225283608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/6937485112225283608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/6937485112225283608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-summary-pharaohs-tomb.html' title='Book Summary: The Pharaoh&apos;s Tomb'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-1129824630166424073</id><published>2008-03-29T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:32:34.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: A Secret in the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sam lay on the floor under the bed. He’s been looking for his shoe. He’d been looking for months. Sam is nearly nine. His mother said, “You’re like an end of a broom more than a boy.”  &lt;br /&gt;They were going to there [their] Grandpa’s home. The weather was fine to go on a holiday. Grandpa’s dead.  When they were on the train, mother gave Sam a comic book. Sam had never went [gone] to Apple Tree Cottage for months. Grandpa always has [had] time to play with Sam but now he is dead. &lt;br /&gt;When they were in Apple Tree Cottage the driver said, “There’s a meadow down the hill.”  &lt;br /&gt;Charlie was sitting on his gate when Sam was on his way to Grandpa’s house. Charlie was with two boys called Fletch and Garry. That night Sam knew they knew something about the stolen egg nest and the cottage. &lt;br /&gt;The next morning Sam was glad that the doors had been fixed.  &lt;br /&gt;Six weeks later a terrible storm came. It had broke down the stairs. Under the stairs is the egg nest. They opened it and found gold. They didn’t need to sell the house any more! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;18 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-1129824630166424073?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/1129824630166424073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=1129824630166424073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1129824630166424073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1129824630166424073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-summary-secret-in-storm.html' title='Book Summary: A Secret in the Storm'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-9141879360087292584</id><published>2008-03-29T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:30:04.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: Slime</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think you’d not realy [really] like it when you’re in this world. OH! And one more thing, everything here is true. I swear it.&lt;br /&gt;It started last fall when we finished class. Big Jim the biggest student in this school had made a very disgusting and smelly experiment. Cee and I are best friends. We sat next to each other. &lt;br /&gt;After the experiment we went to the school bus. I sat in the front seat but Cee sat at the back. It is not Cee who didn’t notice. I’m invisible.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the mirror at home. I can’t see myself. At least I know how to control to be invisible.   Just then I heard someone knoking [knocking] the door. I opened the door and Brian was there. Brian went to washroom and I went into the living room. I saw my mother standing there. And she asked me to pick up Brian. &lt;br /&gt;The next day when I was packing my bag next to Cee, we gave the homework to the teacher. Cee’s homework were usally [usually] tidy but this time it is all wet. &lt;br /&gt;She went to the washroom and cried. I tried to calm her down. I asked why she cried. She said, “After I took a shower I used the towel to mop my body. But I got wetter.” I’d better show her I also had powers. Then she stopped crying. &lt;br /&gt;We went to the science lab when Iona walked by. I asked her if she growed [grew]. She should be the shortest person in school. She blushed. &lt;br /&gt;And as we packed our bags, Big Jim was there behind us. Then a flash he was gone. Then he came back with a trumpet. I asked [him] if he had mutant powers. He said yes!&lt;br /&gt;The next day at school, we heard Michael lauphing [laughing]. He said he had X-ray vision and saw Mr Sypes batman underpants. &lt;br /&gt;Ricky came out of the wall. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Then at the swimming pool I saw Po Po breathing underwater. &lt;br /&gt;At home my mother asked me to pick up Brian again. The other day I saw my brother chasen by the slime. We the mutant kids use our power to stop the slime. At last we did it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;14 March 2008  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-9141879360087292584?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/9141879360087292584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=9141879360087292584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/9141879360087292584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/9141879360087292584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-summary-slime.html' title='Book Summary: Slime'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-139184200360340988</id><published>2008-03-20T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:04:12.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: Star Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing happens in Just Like Home [a planet]. My name is Humming Bird.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next night was Remembering Night. In Remembering Night I met a man called Buff. His eyes [were] mean and he was bigger than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day father asked me a man called Buff [was going to marry me].  I hated to marry Buff.  When I met Buff at the wedding place, I ran away to my spaceship.  I asked my spaceship to go far far away from Just Like Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I saw a shadow.  It was a zoo.  I had crossed through many tunnels. After that I knew this zoo's name is Star Zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At that time I also met a wolf. I don't know what it was. It had yellow razor shap [sharp] teeth. I fought it cause I was scared. It fought me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I closed my eyes. As soon as I opened my eyes I saw the wolf in front [of] me. I felt sorry to fight and hurt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There I saw other animals here [del] too. The animals asked me to ride on one of them.  I choose [chose] the donkey then went to where their god was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I was puzzled [because] their god was a computer. I said "You are just a computer!".  Just then I took the animals to the spaceship to go to Star Council. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I asked the animals to wait then I brang [brought] the robot animal to the Star Council. When the Star Council saw it they became stupid. They used a razor [laser?] gun to shoot the... robot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I showed it to the children they become happy. Every people in Just Like Home will not be scared of animals.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-139184200360340988?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/139184200360340988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=139184200360340988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/139184200360340988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/139184200360340988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-summary-star-zoo.html' title='Book Summary: Star Zoo'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-3072574938332629862</id><published>2008-03-20T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:53:08.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a family that had a mother, father and lots of children. Their names are called [del] Wendy, John and Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When they are asleep and their parents are gone. Peter Pan creepily flyed [flew] into their house trying to find his shadow. At last he caught his shadow but he woke Wendy. Wendy said I hate to grow up. Then Peter Pan asked Wendy to go to Neverland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peter Pan's voice made Wendy's brothers wake too.  Michael and John are delighted to see Peter Pan. Wendy asked her brothers to go to Neverland. They are also exited [excited] by now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peter Pan spranged [sprang] out fairy dust everywhere so that Wendy and her brothers could fly.  When they were in Neverland, they all went to the mermaid lagoon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The mermaids made fun of Wendy. When the mermaids saw pirate hook's ship they quikly [quickly] went underwater. Peter Pan, Wendy and her brothers and the lost boys went away from the mermaid lagoon.  Then they went back to their house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peter Pan went out on another mission. He and captain hook fought and the others [were] with the pirate. They fought feriously [fiercely/furiously]. At last Peter won.  Tinker Bell made the ship fly to Wendy's house. And when their parents are home, they are happy.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-3072574938332629862?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/3072574938332629862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=3072574938332629862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/3072574938332629862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/3072574938332629862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-summary-peter-pan.html' title='Book Summary: Peter Pan'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-5878939381092247406</id><published>2008-03-20T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:42:10.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alice was with her sister.  Then she saw a rabbit wearing a suit and a watch, a compass and a tie. Alice was surprised, so she followed the rabbit to the rabbit hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hole was full off [of] clocks. Then she went to a small room. There's a bottle. She drank it and became smaller to go inside the door. But she was too small to get the key. She cried and cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the rabbit came and dropped the gloves and the skarf [scarf]. Alice then were [wore] it she became bigger and got the key.  Then got smaller to open the small door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was with a mouse. She walked into a forest, and met a catterpillar [caterpillar]. The caterpillar said rude things to her. At last Alice was hungry and ate a mushroom. She got taller after that.  A bird said, "egg thief!". Alice ate the mushroom again and got smaller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then she walked left to the Duchess. When Alice walked inside there are [were] mad women. And a cat with a grin played trick with Alice. She got away and was in the mid forest. The cat apeared [appeared].  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alice went out of the forest, then to the Hatter's house.  They say no good things to Alice. Alice then went to a castle and helped painters to paint rose red. The queen came to see if the roses are red. Then the soldiers cut the painter's head.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that Alice became bigger, then broke a castle then... Alice was awake. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;25 February 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-5878939381092247406?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/5878939381092247406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=5878939381092247406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5878939381092247406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5878939381092247406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-summary-alices-adventures-in.html' title='Book Summary: Alice&apos;s Adventures in Wonderland'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-7155654174533039010</id><published>2008-03-20T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:55:10.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: The Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strange things were happening in the Opera.  People said they saw a ghost.  A fireman went to the cellar and saw a head of fire coming towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening La Sorreli was sitting in her room.  She was going to perform a show.  After that some ballet dancers came to Sorreli excitedly.  They said they had seen the ghost.  Just then the door opened a lady said Joseph Buquet is dead.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gala performance continued.  Christine Daae sang [in] Romeo and Juliet and Faust. Raul ran to Christine's dressing room.  He was about to knock at the door when he heard a man’s voice saying you should love me.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debienne and Plingy were retiring they asked other men to be the managers.  Debienne gave them a card they read it.  After they read, they think Plingy made this stupid letter.  They asked the box keeper about these questions about the ghost.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul decided to follow Christine to her father's grave they played excitedly. But when he saw some skulls around him, he fainted.  When he woke up, he was in the churchyard.  Richard was sick of this ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a man said that a horse was stolen.  At that time a singer, Carlotta, was reading a message.  The message asked Carlotta not to sing but she was jealous of Christine.  That night she forgot the message. There’s a curse went into her.  As she sang she sound like a frog like this, ‘croack’.  She became fatter and fatter she died that night.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the disaster Christine disappeared once again.  Raul asked the questions.  The Persian knew it all. They went to the ghosts house, they were trapped in the house. They heard the ghost asked Christine questions, ‘if you let the scorpion out, I will kill you and your friends will be saved. And if you choose the grasshopper I will not kiss you and your friends will die.’  Christine choose the scorpion they are safe now.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-7155654174533039010?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/7155654174533039010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=7155654174533039010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7155654174533039010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7155654174533039010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-summary-phantom-of-opera.html' title='Book Summary: The Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-1478664560618091715</id><published>2008-03-20T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:35:25.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: Goldfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name is Carmady.  I’m a detective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, I was sitting on my chair waiting for a business to do.  Later on, Kathy rushed in my room and asked me many questions of the Leander Pearls.  I felt excited to have a business to do. Kathy gave me the door key and went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Peeler’s house, I found him dead.  Near to his pocket was some money, a key and a gun.  I took the key and went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I met Lutin, we talked about the Leander Pearls. I didn’t like it [him].  After that, I went to Madder’s house. Madder gave me some whisky. He had put something nasty in my whisky.  I got my sap and hit Maddler with it.     A girl stepped out of the cupboard and hit me with my sap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was awake, Madder and the girl were gone.  I went back home I had a bad dream about I was in prison. Spyke was laughing at me so do John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I took a van and drove to Spyke’s house.  Then I saw Spyke’s wife and I went upstairs. Spyke was there I took him to prison cause he got the pearls.  Then we live happily ever after.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; 8 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-1478664560618091715?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/1478664560618091715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=1478664560618091715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1478664560618091715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1478664560618091715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-summary-goldfish.html' title='Book Summary: Goldfish'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-1404609445856498265</id><published>2008-03-20T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:30:05.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: Freckle Juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:13;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andrew wants freckles, he thinks it is cool.  Nicky Lane has millions of them.  If he [Andrew] had freckles like Nicky he will [would] not be late for school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day [One day] he counted Nicky’s freckles. But when he counted to thirty, Miss Kelly asked Andrew to go to the reading group.  The class giggled.  As the bell rang, Andrew asked Nicky how to get freckles. He answered but Andrew doesn’t understand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the class was walking, Andrew was walking with Sharon.  Andrew hated Sharon. Sharon said, "I have a Freckle Juice secret. You should give me 50 cents." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andrew was home he got the 50 cents, gave it to Sharon and Sharon gave [him] the secret.  He tried to do the secret.  At last, he can do it with olive sauce and grape juice.  He drank it and got to bed. He had a bad dream. He dreamed about a dragon that had freckles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day he went to school, but had no freckles. He used some blue magic marker and draw [drew] some freckles.  Then Sharon made a super duper frog face.  After that the teacher gave him a freckle remover.  He removed his freckles in the washroom.  At last the class giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And everything felt the same again.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  7 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-1404609445856498265?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/1404609445856498265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=1404609445856498265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1404609445856498265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/1404609445856498265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-summary-freckle-juice.html' title='Book Summary: Freckle Juice'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-8497649717554045782</id><published>2008-03-20T15:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:20:45.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: The Black Arrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On one spring afternoon, the Moat House Castle bell rang.  Then people croweded [crowded] there, a passenger [messenger] suddenly appeared and read the letter.  The letter said there would be a battle soon.  The messenger is Richard Shelton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that Bennet Hatch came he told Richard to go to Appleyard’s house.  When they arrived to Appleyard's house, there's a black arrow that killed Appleyard.  On the arrow was a letter.  It said "for Appleyard, from John, to make things right".  What a strange message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then they went to church door they saw a letter they read it.  It said: "I have four black arrows, the first killed Appleyard, the next one will kill Bennet Hatch, because he burnt Grimstones house.  Another arrow is for Sir Oliver because he killed Sir Harry Shelton.  Sir Daniel will get the fourth.  From John of Greenwood and his men. P.S.  Remember we still have arrows for you men!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Richard came in to see Sir Daniel, the boy John went away.  When Richard finished talking, he went out to find the boy.  Sir Daniel asked the guards to help Richard.  When Richard found John, they two ran. Then some guards saw them running to the castle.  They caught John but could not catch Richard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day, Richard tried to save John.  But the guards caught him and let him to a creepy room to sleep. Then John came here, she told her real name.  Her real name is Joana.  They saw a trapdoor they went in it.  Then went away from the castle to have their marriage ready....[to be continued] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-8497649717554045782?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/8497649717554045782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=8497649717554045782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/8497649717554045782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/8497649717554045782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-summary-black-arrow.html' title='Book Summary: The Black Arrow'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-4909319976221697534</id><published>2008-02-23T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:41:03.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>Creative Writing: Huckleberry Finn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi! My name is Huckleberry Fin. I and my friend John Sawyer, Kim Hikes and Jim Berry are a band of thieves. We have a lot to steal and have plans too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a secret, don't tell to anybody this secret. I'm now going to the Harbour City to steal. Our plan is we will wear our dirty old clothes then stand on a big high many people crowded stage. We will be saying that we are poor children no houses no good clothes and very weak. Then the people will [give us money]. We will be rich after the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we [acted out] the plan, a detective caught us. We were fritened [frightened], then I said we should make a plan. We thunk [thought] and thought. Then we had a very good plan. We could put soem pig blood on the floor then make a trail of corn, so the people will [would] think somebody killed us and got the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sailed a ship to Canada, there were two lovely and rich girls who lived there. Then we killed their cousins [and] pretended to be their cousins. Then we [would] go and steal their money. We made the plan. We go [went] away to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stole a fossil from a dinosaur museum. Then we gave the fossil to another museum. Then they will [would] give us money. Then we [went] somewhere else called Greenland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is [was] so cold so we changed our clothes to winter clothes. Then we went to the library, book stores, Mei sum [Maxim's], restraunts [restaurants], hotels and streets to pickpocket everybody we think is rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble seems always follows Huckleberry but he is smart and has other plans too.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;22 February 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-4909319976221697534?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/4909319976221697534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=4909319976221697534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/4909319976221697534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/4909319976221697534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/02/creative-writing-huckleberry-finn.html' title='Creative Writing: Huckleberry Finn'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-7868115665141268688</id><published>2008-02-23T10:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:18:26.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: The Man in the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always have a good think on walking home because in morning at home I am in a rush and mum is always bothering me to do this and that like feeding the dog, pack my bag, go to toilet, brush my teeth, wash my face and comb your [my] hair.  I hate someone bothering me when I'm doing something.  I hate to be in school too because the teacher is bothering me the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my walk home it is good to think of going to join the Harley Davison Gang.  Everybody like it in my class.  But one thing I don't like in the Harley Davison Gang is I need to eat ten gold fish, and dead chickens blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was joining the Harley Davison Gang they asked me to wait in a very lonely place and I wait when they ask me to come out.  I come out and they say I should take a test.  Then they said steal a pantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I put the statue pantha of Earl's down, it moved and attack the Harley Davison Gang's boys.  Then they all ran away exept [except] me.  I was so sleepy that I had slept  [fallen asleep].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke my face was covered with pantha saliva.  Then Earl was in his yard finding his pantha.  I had brung [brought] the pantha back to Earl.  But this night the moon was not here.  Then everything started dancing even things that cannot move [started to dance].   When they finish dancing they all are becoming statues again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked Earl to tell me why would the statues move.  He say he would sent [send] a post letter to me and a present the next day.  I found the letter and the present.  The present is a pyramit (pyramid) and a man with the moon.  Then Earl poped [popped] out of my back.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;15 February 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-7868115665141268688?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/7868115665141268688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=7868115665141268688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7868115665141268688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7868115665141268688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/02/book-summary-man-in-moon.html' title='Book Summary: The Man in the Moon'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-7937478732683838215</id><published>2008-02-14T14:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:37:41.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: Oliver Twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oliver was a boy and an orphan. Her mother is dead (died) before (after) she gives birth. Before his mother died, his mother said she needed to send Oliver to a dish washing factory. The people in the dish washing factory are no good at Oliver and the others. They gave little food, little sleep and very much washing dish work. And one day Oliver is brave to ask for more food, Mr Bumble is angry. He sent him outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now Oliver was happy he think he now was going on an adventure. He was heading to London. But when he is heading to London he met a stranger named Dodger. He asked Oliver to go to his home. In their home they teach him how to pickpocket. Then he and Dodger and Charlie had pickpocket a man called Mr Brownlow. Oliver did not do it, just Dodger and Charlie had done it. Oliver just stand there unbeleviblely (unbelieving what he saw). Then Mr Brownlow knew someone pickpocket him, he think it was... Oliver but he was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the people send him Oliver to the court house, the judge ask him many questions, like what is your name and other questions. At that time a woman had said it is not Oliver who pickpocket him. It is two naughty boys. Oliver struggled up and fell down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When he woke up he was in a peacful (peaceful) room. He was in one of Mr Brownlow room. One day Mr Brownlow ask Oliver to sent a post. At the time he had walked Nancy had caught Oliver and gave Oliver to Bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next day Bill asked Oliver to pickpocket a good man in a rich house. Oliver is quite bad in pickpocketing, he had broke (broken) a vase in the house. He didn't mean it, Oliver had fell (fallen) down to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When he woke he saw he's in a peaceful room like in the Brownlows. But it is not Mr Brownlow's room it's a family that he had broken the vase. The family was good to him. One day they asked him why would you steal and many other questions. He told (them) the whole story to the family. They said they will call the police. At last they live happily ever after. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10 February 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-7937478732683838215?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/7937478732683838215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=7937478732683838215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7937478732683838215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7937478732683838215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/02/book-summary-oliver-twist.html' title='Book Summary: Oliver Twist'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-7854354388786263436</id><published>2008-02-14T14:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:47:20.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guangzhou Trip in Feb 2008'/><title type='text'>Diary: At the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is the second day in the (Guangzhou) hotel. We went to a zoo, we had saw (seen) antelopes, deers, elephants, giraffes, rinos (rhinos), hippos, road runners, osthrichs (ostriches), buffaloes, zebras, ducks, white tigers, lions and monkeys. Then we had ate (eaten) french fries, hamburgers and vegetable. At last we had fed the giraffes and elephants. And the last thing we had done was seeing (watching) a white tiger show, it was awful (awesome), and had saw many more shows. Then we went back to the hotel. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3 February 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-7854354388786263436?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/7854354388786263436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=7854354388786263436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7854354388786263436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7854354388786263436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/02/diary-at-zoo.html' title='Diary: At the Zoo'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-5288527366216231441</id><published>2008-02-14T14:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:48:16.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guangzhou Trip in Feb 2008'/><title type='text'>Diary: At the Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;I, father, mother and sister went out to go to have a weekend holiday. We sail a ship to there, we went to a circus. Inside there was a fire windmill and inside the windmill where four men dangerously. A dog pretending to be a horse and a monky (monkey) pretending to be a human and everything they done (did) are facinating (fascinating), incredible and amazing! At last before we came back to the hotel we had played some litter water ponds.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; 2 February 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-5288527366216231441?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/5288527366216231441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=5288527366216231441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5288527366216231441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/5288527366216231441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/02/diary-at-circus.html' title='Diary: At the Circus'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-8250036716408908819</id><published>2008-02-06T14:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:49:34.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: Romeo &amp; Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once apon(upon) a time, there’s a Capulet and Montague family, they hate each other.  The Montague family has a son Romeo, and the Capulet family has a daughter Juliet.  Romeo love Juliet.  But Juliet’s mother and father want Juliet to marry another boy.  But Juliet don’t like that boy, so before that day, she ask someone to have a poison that one day dead, and the other day alive.  Then Romeo think Juliet died so he ask the doctor for poison that’s very strong, then he drank it and died.  When Juliet woke up, she know that Romeo died, then she found a knife and she killed herself.  Then someone knew they two had died, so that person had told the two fathers.  Then the Capulets and the Montague family had been friends.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;27 January 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-8250036716408908819?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/8250036716408908819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=8250036716408908819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/8250036716408908819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/8250036716408908819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/02/book-review-romeo-juliet.html' title='Book Summary: Romeo &amp; Juliet'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-7119485700934217542</id><published>2008-02-06T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:50:30.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: Van Gough’s Potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vince (I) is a boy.  Last week in August, I went to grandma’s home, my parents didn’t know that grandma’s home was fun.  Then grandma changed my room to a dark and scarier room for me to sleep. I felt scared whth those scarey (scary) picture eye’s staring.  One day, I felt brave for those scary eye’s staring but I’m just having a dream but the dream was real. There’s a boy and a girl who are sad and I say, ‘I will help you.’  Then I had came inside the paper or picture, I help them in the dream, then next morning, the picture that I had dreamed smile.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; 22 January 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-7119485700934217542?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/7119485700934217542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=7119485700934217542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7119485700934217542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/7119485700934217542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/02/book-review-van-goughs-potatoes.html' title='Book Summary: Van Gough’s Potatoes'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-2614119895063706269</id><published>2008-02-06T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:51:11.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: Iguandon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one knows why Iguandon’s bottom is so fat.  It’s (Its) hand had claws and is a plant eater.  Iguandon may new (knew) the first flowers in the world.  Because it is in Cretaes Period. If a velicaraptor attacks, it uses it (its) spike to kill it.  It will put the spike into the eye or in the neck.  I won’t harm people they love to eat trees.  When they ate the flowers seed, he will dung it out and the flower it had eaten will grow again.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;20 January 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-2614119895063706269?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/2614119895063706269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=2614119895063706269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/2614119895063706269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/2614119895063706269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/02/book-review-iguandon.html' title='Book Summary: Iguandon'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775272302738410535.post-8472752132569741324</id><published>2008-02-06T14:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:36:20.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure Read'/><title type='text'>Book Summary: Snow Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pilot drove the six seater plane with his sister Meg a sixteen years old girl and a camera man. Her father needed to make a program about the Artic, they had went (gone) to Artics Bolam Island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they had landed, they saw a very old man and a boy that is bigger than Meg, the boys name was Joe.     The Meg and her father and the camera man went to far away from Bolam Island.  And when they walked in the middle of the Artic, they saw footprints like elephants and heard sounds like this HWAOOO!  and then HWAOOO!  HWAOOOOO! then, HWAAAOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when they went back home and slept all day long but the middle of Meg’s dream, there are northen(northern) lights every where.  Then Meg was awake, Meg was surprised then the next day came, Meg’s father and the camera man was out.  Meg and Joe wanted to go up the hill to have fun. When they got out, they ate, drink and rest there then there was a guardian he let them to the proffessers (professor's) office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the professor showed one of his experiments. It experiments means using this machine the dead animals will be alive. At last, they knew that it is because the professor make the machine to make the mammoths be alive. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;18 January 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5775272302738410535-8472752132569741324?l=tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/feeds/8472752132569741324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5775272302738410535&amp;postID=8472752132569741324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/8472752132569741324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5775272302738410535/posts/default/8472752132569741324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsoi-ernest.blogspot.com/2008/02/book-review-snow-blind.html' title='Book Summary: Snow Blind'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720421528157506140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mSetzlD0j_c/R61z9jcFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sw2_t2iPXJg/S220/CIMG2151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
