<?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-4352148179402810809</id><updated>2011-12-21T03:45:14.835+08:00</updated><category term='Excursion'/><category term='Farm'/><title type='text'>Anything Or Whatever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4110387290946861355</id><published>2010-06-05T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:28:14.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5th National Chinese Cross- Talk Competition 2010</title><content type='html'>HOORAY! Yesterday, I managed to snag a 3rd place at the 2010 National Chinese Cross- Talk competition's grand finals. There were about 40 over teams participating in this competition. I felt that this was a glorious achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject of my cross talk was " I Love My School!". In the end, my friend, G F, and I were awarded each a beautiful golden trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all! My Mother Tongue Teacher also informed me that G F and I were requested to perform our famous cross talk at many other events. So looks like I'll be quite busy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S. - Guess what? Two weeks later, my school is hosting a sleepover at the Underwater World. It will a wonderful experience!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4110387290946861355?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4110387290946861355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4110387290946861355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4110387290946861355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4110387290946861355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/06/5th-national-chinese-cross-talk.html' title='The 5th National Chinese Cross- Talk Competition 2010'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-327565684165275353</id><published>2010-06-05T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:40:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Taiwan</title><content type='html'>Howdy! This June holidays, I went to Taiwan. Where EXACTLY did I go? I went to Taipei and Taichung. One thing about Taiwan is that there was were where bubble tea first originated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT MARKETS- There are a lot of night markets in Tawan. But in Taiwan's night markets, they sell things which you can't find in Singapore night markets. For example, REALLY COLD ice creams that won't melt until a very long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE TEA- The bubble tea sold in Taiwan is really DELICIOUS! YUM... The bubble tea vendors there give a lot of tapioca pearls and very little ice, a lot of tea and a very large cup. ( Of course, you have to pay more. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more of my June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT STOP- Hong Kong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-327565684165275353?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/327565684165275353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=327565684165275353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/327565684165275353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/327565684165275353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/06/trip-to-taiwan.html' title='Trip to Taiwan'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-7313323467546400478</id><published>2010-06-05T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:28:15.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The June Holidays- Siem Reap, Cambodia</title><content type='html'>This June, I will be going to Siem Reap, Cambodia for my first- ever exchange programme! Cambodia, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIEM REAP, CAMBODIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siem Reap city is the capital of Siem Reap Province, Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the gateway city for the nearby ANGKOR WAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Siem Reap means " The defeat of Siam ( Today's Thailand. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siem Reap was one of the main border crossing from Cambodia to  Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angkor Wat temples Siem Reap are one of the very famous tourist attractions in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Siem Reap is Cambodia's fastest growing City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these useful info. Who knows, you could be going to Siem Reap sooner or later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE RING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-7313323467546400478?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7313323467546400478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=7313323467546400478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7313323467546400478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7313323467546400478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-holidays-siem-reap-cambodia.html' title='The June Holidays- Siem Reap, Cambodia'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-3950062279042729662</id><published>2010-06-04T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:25:06.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The June Holidays- Competitions!</title><content type='html'>Even though the June holidays is a time to relax, but THIS June holidays are quite different. I have lots of competitions going on this hols, like the National Scrabble Competition! But after all these important activities, I can finally sit back and relax. Want to know where I'm going this June?? Read my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just celebrated my grandmother's birthday yesterday. Her birthday cake was little different. Instead of a cake, it was a waffle topped with Ben &amp;amp; Jerrie's Ice- Cream. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-3950062279042729662?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3950062279042729662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=3950062279042729662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3950062279042729662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3950062279042729662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-holidays-competitions.html' title='The June Holidays- Competitions!'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-3263546823750582485</id><published>2010-05-30T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:08:59.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The June Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hiya&lt;/span&gt;, readers!!!! I haven't been updating my blog for quite some time as you know, I'm busy! But now, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; holidays have come and I can RELAX! I'm very excited this holidays as I am going to 2 countries! On the 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to 21st of June, I will be going to CHINA! There, I'll be going to places like the famous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong Disneyland! ( I can even try the DELICIOUS Peking duck! Yummy! )&lt;br /&gt;On the 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to the 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of June, I will be going to BALI, INDONESIA for an exchange trip! ( This is my first time going for an exchange programme, so I'm quite nervous. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you, reader, are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; anywhere or not this June, I still wish yer' a happy June holiday!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sincerely&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE RING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-3263546823750582485?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3263546823750582485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=3263546823750582485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3263546823750582485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3263546823750582485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/05/june-holidays.html' title='The June Holidays'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-3486302504337293061</id><published>2010-03-31T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:59:36.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DIARY OF A WIMPY KID The Movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Recently, I went to the cinemas to watch the Diary Of A Wimpy Kid movie. It was a really hilarious movie! Most of the jokes in the movie were about disgusting things like snot and boogers. There were very funny at first but after a while, they became boring. Some parts of the movie was funny and comical, while others were not. The part when Greg tries to be in the wrestling team was my favourite part of the movie. The part where Rowley and Greg go to the woods during Halloween was the most predictable ( and my least favourite ) part of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATINGS: 3/5  " Watch it, you may like it! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-3486302504337293061?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3486302504337293061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=3486302504337293061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3486302504337293061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3486302504337293061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/03/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-3859999941996618097</id><published>2010-03-31T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:14:15.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Competitions</title><content type='html'>This Friday, I've been selected by my school to take part in Odyssey of The Mind 2010. Another competition... Below are the competitions I've took part in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;- Haroobee Hear, Paint and Win Art Competion ( Winner of 4- 5 years category )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;- Plain English Speaking Awards ( PESA ) ( Bronze Honour Roll )&lt;br /&gt;- Earth Stories 2008 ( Champion )&lt;br /&gt;- Words + Art 2008&lt;br /&gt;- Let's Observe Ourself ( LOO ) ( 2nd Prize )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;- PESA 2010 ( 1st Runner - Up )&lt;br /&gt;- Earth Stories 2009 : Oral Storytelling Competition&lt;br /&gt;- Nation Primary School Chinese Play ( Highest level of participation- Finals )&lt;br /&gt;- N.E.W Author Competition ( 4th )&lt;br /&gt;- 4th Inter-School Cross- Talk Competition&lt;br /&gt;- National Scrabble Tourament 2009&lt;br /&gt;- Odyssey Of The Mind 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;- South- Zone Scrabble Competition&lt;br /&gt;- S1 Cluster Scrabble Championships ( Silver )&lt;br /&gt;- 5th Inter School Cross- Talk Competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprised? Don't forget about tis' Friday.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-3859999941996618097?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3859999941996618097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=3859999941996618097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3859999941996618097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3859999941996618097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/03/competitions.html' title='Competitions'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-6198073295210479442</id><published>2010-03-22T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:36:53.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Surprise - Universal Studio Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/S6eV2bHo6ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/K4h0ssLnBS8/s1600-h/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 114px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451490636180547986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/S6eV2bHo6ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/K4h0ssLnBS8/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/S6eV1eSv_bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xwr7AdWYWl4/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451490619852586418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/S6eV1eSv_bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xwr7AdWYWl4/s320/IMG_0604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we start of, I just like to tell you that the main places in Universal Studios Singapore™ are Far Far Away™, The Lost World™, Ancient Egypt, Hollywood, New York, Sci- Fi City and Madagascar™!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to highlight some of the fun and thrilling ( and maybe scary ) rides in Universal Studios Singapore ™:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENCHANTED AIRWAYS – Located at Far Far Away™, this roller coaster ride will send you going high up, and going right down at top speed. There are a lot of heart- stopping drops in this ride, but compared to all the other roller coaster rides in Universal Studios Singapore ™, this one is the least scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEAR FACTOR- 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICK MESSAGE- After going to that wild roller coaster ride, I would want something to munch on. If you do too, well, you are in for a treat! Drop by at Friar's™ to feast on a unique variety of hot and cold sandwich wraps. Yummy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPIDS ADVENTURE- Enter a time where dinosaurs ruled the world! Yes… This is the Lost World. Hop on one of the Jurassic Rafts™. ( Things will get quite WET AND WILD, so please bring along a raincoat.) At first, tings will be okay. You will get to look at the stegosaurus too. But as things get more quiet, you will see BROKEN WINDOWS, ESCAPED DINOSAURS, and you will also hear strange growling! You will then enter a dark, dark tunnel, where you will be greeted with EXTREME DARKNESS. I got pretty scared when I saw a dinosaur breaking free of the cage it was trapped in. Then, you will arrive at a large elevator… ROAR! Suddenly, you will meet a T Rex trying to eat you. Without any warning… SPLASH! The raft will tumble down and you will land at the Stegosaurus Springs. The ride ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEAR FACTOR- 2/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION: If you want any prehistoric souvenirs, then you MUST come to JURASSIC OUTFITTERS! Here, we sell key artefacts from Jurassic Park™, along with themed hats, Dino Shirts, Dino Picture Frames and more! GROWL!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/S6eV1l4aacI/AAAAAAAAAQs/EFutwdipljA/s1600-h/IMG_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451490621889604034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/S6eV1l4aacI/AAAAAAAAAQs/EFutwdipljA/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVENGE OF THE MUMMY ™- Find the Book Of The Living! Ride the HOT and SCARY roller coaster ride! Plunge into a whole lot of DARKNESS as you face warrior mummies on a psychological thrill ride! Feel the burning heat as the whole place gets set on fire too. Finally, scream your lungs out as the roller coaster does a heart- stopping drop. Ha… Ha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEAR FACTOR- 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOODIES: Want more food? Walk down to the Oasis Spice CAFÉ™ and sample Egyptian specialties flavoured with Mediterranean, Turkish, Lebanese and Indian spices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATTLESTAR GALACTICA™ HUMAN (Red Track)&lt;br /&gt;A really thrilling, scary and wonderful thrill ride, zooming at speeds of 100 km/h! This seated coaster narrowly avoids collisions as it twists, turns and propels you over 12 storeys into the air. When the ride finished, I could feel blood gushing all the way to my feet. I also felt like as if my legs had turned into wobbly jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear Factor: 5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE MOMENT- I also took some snapshots with Po The Panda™ and The Woody Woodpecker™!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY HATS- The Brown Derby™ has them all! Ranging from a joker’s hat to a king’s, these hats are splendid for the young and old (but young at heart)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more amazing rides, shows and attractions at Universal Studios Singapore™! Go there now and have fun for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, you MUST also go to Lights, Camera, Action!™, where you will see how the special effects are made. It’s a mind- blowing setting done by Steven Spielberg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-6198073295210479442?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6198073295210479442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=6198073295210479442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6198073295210479442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6198073295210479442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday-surprise.html' title='Birthday Surprise - Universal Studio Singapore'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/S6eV2bHo6ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/K4h0ssLnBS8/s72-c/IMG_0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-6031234190393258550</id><published>2010-03-12T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:51:30.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip To Kampong Glam</title><content type='html'>Three days ago, I went on a field trip to Kampong Glam. ( Kampong Glam was the home of the Malay Royalty before the time of Raffles.) When I reached Kampong Glam, I found out that Kampong Glam actually takes its name from the Glam ( melaleuca leucadendron ) trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Bugis and Malays extracted oil from the leaves of the Glam trees for medcine and also to make their ships watertight. The bark was used to caulk ships. The tour guide also told us that tombstone carving and blacksmith were unique traditional trades. I even went to the graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Other than the origin of the name and the traditional trades, there were also a lot of mosques in Kampong Glam. I stepped into the Masjid Sultan ( Sultan Mosque ) with no shoes and went to learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was SUPER quiet in the mosque. Even the tour guide had to keep his voice low when talking in the mosque. ( FACT: the Sultan Mosque can accommodate up to 5000 Muslims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lastly, I visited a school in Arab Street. The school was called the Alsagoff Arab School. It was built in the early 1912. It was named after a wealthy Arab merchant and a philanthropist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The tour finally ended and I boarded the school bus. I hope that I can go on such trips again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-6031234190393258550?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6031234190393258550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=6031234190393258550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6031234190393258550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6031234190393258550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/03/field-trip-to-kampong-glam.html' title='Field Trip To Kampong Glam'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1707359474991433322</id><published>2010-03-05T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:21:41.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore is one hot country</title><content type='html'>Wow, right now, I'm sweating all over my body as it's 37 degrees Celsius here in Singapore, the famous but TOO TROPICAL country. Why doesn't it snow here? And just when there isn't much sun, it starts to rain heavily. What I would like now is one cup of ICE COLD GREEN TEA, and that the sun sets quickly.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;JOKES =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is a door not a door?&lt;br /&gt;ANS: When it's AJAR. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get if you cross a fish and a elephant?&lt;br /&gt;ANS: SWIMMING TRUNKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does every winner in a marathon race lose?&lt;br /&gt;ANS: His BREATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;= &lt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1707359474991433322?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1707359474991433322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1707359474991433322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1707359474991433322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1707359474991433322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/03/singapore-is-one-hot-country.html' title='Singapore is one hot country'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-3368705612509211402</id><published>2010-03-05T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:15:46.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CA1 Exams</title><content type='html'>Finally, the CA1 exams are over! I can finally relax at home during the March holidays. But I'm getting alittle bit worried. Our form teacher told us that for the Science paper, there was no one that got a Band 1. For the English paper, only FIVE people got a Band 1. Thank heavens most of the class got a Band 1 for the Math paper. Monday is the day when I get back my exam papers. My doomsday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKES&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get laughing! This new column features all sorts of funy jokes. Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is Cinderella always so lame when it comes to playing soccer?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Because she had a pumpkin for a coach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were french fries originated in?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Greece ( Grease )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a cow give milk?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: It isn't clever enough to sell it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was the clock maker crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: He made cuckoo clocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What water won't freeze?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Boiling water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fruit is never lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Pears ( Pairs )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-3368705612509211402?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3368705612509211402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=3368705612509211402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3368705612509211402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3368705612509211402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/03/ca1-exams.html' title='CA1 Exams'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-3402003225899599374</id><published>2010-01-17T17:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:31:13.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Hello reader. Finally, we have come to the first day of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder how much MORE money there will be in my bank account... Anyway, there are a lot of legends about Chinese New Year. Some say it was because of the death of a horrible monster, some say it was because of a monk.&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ( OK, I'll stop ) know the reason for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;. And with that, I like to wish you a happy Lunar New Year! (To anyone that celebrates it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-3402003225899599374?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3402003225899599374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=3402003225899599374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3402003225899599374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3402003225899599374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-7919041175934092412</id><published>2010-01-17T17:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:22:35.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUBWAY REVIEW</title><content type='html'>I do not know about you, reader, but I like to eat SUBWAY's sandwiches. ( Their turkey breast is the nicest! ) Anyway, I bet you know that all the Subway Stalls are owned by the franchisees, right? BUT some Subway franchisees are very stingy. Here are the reviews of the Subway stalls I've lunched in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juncti8n: Good. At least they let you take the straws and drink cover YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomson Plaza: OK. The staff are friendly ( during the time I lunched there! I don't know&lt;br /&gt;whether they are still friendly NOW) BUT the drink covers and straws are all prepared nicely.&lt;br /&gt;You can only have ONE straw and ONE drink cover for ONE meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah! I know. That's too small a number for the number of Subway stalls I have lunched in, right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh yeah, if you want to advertise your products or info or your website to others, don't do it HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;GE0RGE RING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-7919041175934092412?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7919041175934092412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=7919041175934092412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7919041175934092412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7919041175934092412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/subway-review.html' title='SUBWAY REVIEW'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-5728870504572528727</id><published>2010-01-17T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:40:22.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>Just before we start, I just like to announce to you that CW won a reunion dinner worth $1,200! She was elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today for my book review, let me tell you the books that I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geronimo Stilton&lt;br /&gt;Mr Midnight&lt;br /&gt;Goosebumps&lt;br /&gt;Beast Quest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are a lot of other more books that I like. So now, lets look at the books that I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Midnight # 62 - The Tomb Of Dr Theseus&lt;br /&gt;By Jim Aitchinson A.K.A James Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: Four school kids explore and they end up finding a tomb of a dead man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I feel that some of MM books are not scary at all, but this particular MM book is scary. I like the MM books because they are full of suspense and good phrases to describe fear. To those readers that have not read this book, read it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geronimo Stilton - The kingdom Of Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;By Edizioni Piemme A.K.A Geronimo Stilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: Mouse Geronimo Stilton finds himself in an enchanted land, where he becomes a knight, given the mission to save a damsel in distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy reading the G. S. books as they are full of humor and good vocab. IF there was a place like New Mouse City, I would fly there now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goosebumps Horrorland - Revenge Of The Living Dummy&lt;br /&gt;By RL Stine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: All-time horror favourite Slappy The Dummy returns to turn Carly Beth into a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goosebumps books really make me shiver in fear. I like reading the Goosebumps books because there is both humor AND horror in them. I like both Monster Blood and Slappy, the two famous Goosebumps characters/things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beast Quest - Bumper Edition #5&lt;br /&gt;By Adam Blade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: This time, Tom, Avantia's hero has to fight a Winged Terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE DESK OF GEORGE RING&lt;br /&gt;I can really imagine Tom fighting the Beasts. I like the Beast Quest books as they have good phrases in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-5728870504572528727?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5728870504572528727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=5728870504572528727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5728870504572528727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5728870504572528727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-6950899783154049974</id><published>2010-01-17T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:11:36.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Doughnuts and Bread</title><content type='html'>Once again, hello reader. January has come to an end so now it's FEBRUARY! Which means CNY is coming soon. And most of all, Valentine's Day falls on the same day as CNY. So bread makers like Four Leaves and donut makers like Donut Empire are racking their brains to make a Valentine day bun/donut or a CNY bun/donut. Or maybe a CNY AND a Valentine bun/donut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restraunts will also be thinking, what sort of dinner should we serve? A candlelight dinner? A reunion dinner? Or a candlelight reunion dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finnaly, we have come to the end of today's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-6950899783154049974?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6950899783154049974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=6950899783154049974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6950899783154049974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6950899783154049974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/lovely-doughnuts-and-bread.html' title='Lovely Doughnuts and Bread'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-6212166020711725339</id><published>2010-01-17T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:50:01.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Hello, readers. It has been one month since I logged in to type out a new post. The computer has been acting CRAZY!!! Anyway, since it's already the New Year, I've started writing my new year resolution! But it's still not completed. I've only written two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To NOT be overweight and be in SHAPE.&lt;br /&gt;( But hey, I'm already in SHAPE. ROUND is a SHAPE! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. FINISH my New Year's Resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm going to be 10 this year, so that means I'm now in Primary 4. I really hope I'll pass my NAPFA test this year. I also hope that I get better results this year for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you excuse me, I'd like to complete my list of New Year Resolutions!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-6212166020711725339?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6212166020711725339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=6212166020711725339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6212166020711725339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6212166020711725339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-7276531244589211120</id><published>2009-12-10T12:42:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:21:47.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To The Philippines</title><content type='html'>Destination: CEBU, PHILIPPINES.&lt;br /&gt;Plane: CEBU PACIFIC&lt;br /&gt;26 Nov- 30 N0v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Cebu in the middle of the night. We took a cab to Microtel, our hotel for the first two days. The hotel Microtel was owned by the president of Cebu. I thought it was owned by Bill Gates. The swimming pool in Microtel was full of salt water as the water in the pool was from the beach! Next to Microtel was a beach. I found quite a number of shells. But the sand in the beach was not smooth; it was rough , and rocks could be found on the surface of the sand. So we went back to the salt swimming pool. For dinner, WM ordered spicy tom yam soup and fish and veg. The next day, we took a gypny ( or something else like that. ) Anyway, this strange vehicle is like a truck used to transport workers in Singapore, but in Cebu, they use this vehicle to transport tourists and citizens to different destinations. ( It's kind of a taxi, but the only different thing is that you have strangers taking a ride with you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked out the next day and took a taxi to the Crown Regency, our second hotel we were staying in. To get to our hotel room in the Crown Regency, we had to take different lifts, from one tower to another. ( There were 38 floors! ) But before we reached the hotel, we had lunch at the Lighthouse Restaurant, a restaurant that sells seafood. ( The shells of the clams were enormous!) I also visited a guitar factory. I bought a miniature guitar as a souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;Next, our taxi driver took us to the 7D (TM) Mango Factory. I hate mangoes. Anyway, after visiting the mango factory, we went back to our hotel. The good thing about Crown Regency was that there was a McDonald's next to the hotel. I drank a Starbucks Ice Blended Drink. Starbucks was also next to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,( also our last day in Cebu), we went to Jollibee, Philippine's answer to McDonald's, for lunch. I never tasted such rubber- like pasta before. Bleccchhh!! We also went to SM City, a shopping mall in Cebu, to shop. Then after a long, boring ride .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long story short, we arrived in the airport of Cebu. I had Chicken MSG Flavoured Cup Noodles With Glucose for dinner in the 'plane. When we reached Changi Airport, WM had to rush to another terminal to take a plane to Europe for a conference. The rest of us ( excluding WM ), took a taxi back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming Soon: Trip To Malaysia! ( 22 Dec- 25 Dec )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-7276531244589211120?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7276531244589211120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=7276531244589211120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7276531244589211120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7276531244589211120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/trip-to-philippines.html' title='Trip To The Philippines'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-2688217817265598582</id><published>2009-12-01T20:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:05:04.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello, reader. It's been a long time since I updated my blog because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-2688217817265598582?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2688217817265598582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=2688217817265598582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2688217817265598582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2688217817265598582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/book-review_01.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-7870577131212070430</id><published>2009-11-05T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:32:42.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Facebook has been the latest talk around my school. I know that you must be atleast 18 or above to sign up for Facebook, so my classmates fake their age. Imagine a boy with ash black hair saying, '' I'm a 100 years old. '' What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny. My classmates always meet each other at school so why bother talking on the Net again? Who knows? Maybe next time my friends will have a Twitter account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-7870577131212070430?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7870577131212070430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=7870577131212070430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7870577131212070430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7870577131212070430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-7353804843170575432</id><published>2009-11-03T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:09:33.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Is Near</title><content type='html'>November 29th has always been a frightening day for turkeys. Why? It's Thanksgiving. And by the end of the day, one poor turkey would be served from the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey. Not the bird, but the country. You may think turkeys like Turkey, but if a Turkish farmer kills turkeys, they don't. Well, I am not a fan of turkeys. I prefer roast chicken. Nor do I like geese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife can't wait for 29th of November to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-7353804843170575432?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7353804843170575432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=7353804843170575432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7353804843170575432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7353804843170575432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-is-near.html' title='Thanksgiving Is Near'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4418373461220679797</id><published>2009-10-17T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:54:46.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing George Ring</title><content type='html'>Hello, readers. I've not blogged for quite a long time because some person called BILE GATES sold me a new computer but when I used that new computer, it somehow managed to transmit viruses to my old computer. After that, the new computer exploded. Anyway, as it says on the title, I'm amazing for now. Why? Because I CAN SEE YOUR EVERY MOVE FOR JUST 19 seconds. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;1. You're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; sitting.&lt;br /&gt;2. You're are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; thinking I cannot see your every move for 19 seconds.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just using the word '' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; '' for the first two statements. But there is something I know that you are definitely doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You're reading this new post by GEORGE RING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. Lousy magic. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4418373461220679797?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4418373461220679797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4418373461220679797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4418373461220679797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4418373461220679797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-george-ring.html' title='The Amazing George Ring'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-3715108007918602921</id><published>2009-09-19T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:46:32.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>I am not a fan of mooncakes at all. I do not like to eat mooncakes until... CW made one. One mooncake with no fillings. I like mooncakes with no fillings so the thing that I hate about the shops that sell mooncakes is that they GIVE FILLINGS! Why don't they spare a thought for other children who love ( oops, sorry, it should be loathe ) egg yolks, almond and other fillings the shops put in the mooncakes. Maybe it's the tradition. Do you reader, like mooncakes. Send in your answer to this question if you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want fillings in your mooncakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEND OR MAIL your answer if you like to a button you'll see below. Send your answer to the orange button that says MY COMMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU,&lt;br /&gt;George Ring, the creator of Suncakes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-3715108007918602921?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3715108007918602921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=3715108007918602921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3715108007918602921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3715108007918602921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1925519891722111315</id><published>2009-09-18T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:59:40.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice- Cream, My Favourite Treat</title><content type='html'>Hello, readers, it's me again. Just a few weeks ago, I went to the Changi Airport to have lunch with NW and CW. We went to Earle Swensen's and had ice- cream. Do you like or love ice- cream? For me, I do. I especially love shebert/sherbert/sorbert. My favourite shebert flavour is lemon. It's such a pity that Swensen's only has lime or strawberry shebert. I ordered a Topless Five. The flavours was: Sticky Chewy Chocolate, Mocca Almond Fudge, Coffee, Chocolate Frosted Malt and Lime Shebert. Now, do you know what I think of Sticky Chewy Chocolate? I think it looks like dung/shit. Really, that's what I think. I like creamy and sour Ice Cream. If I had a tub of ice- cream in front of me, I gobble it down in a sec ( or maybe longer ). I bet that Vanilla Ice loved eating Vanilla Ice- Cream. Hah!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  There's 2 ice- cream stores next to my school. One sells his ice- cream at 50 cents while the other sells his ice- cream at $1. I always buy the expensive one. Is that dumb or what? But still, the more expensive ice cream has a bigger portion. Reader, which stall do YOU think that I should buy from? Send your idea to MY COMMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS,&lt;br /&gt;George Ring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1925519891722111315?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1925519891722111315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1925519891722111315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1925519891722111315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1925519891722111315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/ice-cream-my-favourite-treat.html' title='Ice- Cream, My Favourite Treat'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-3421295709719656791</id><published>2009-08-21T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:35:04.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HW's&lt;/span&gt; tooth fell! There was so much blood everywhere. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;finally had a adult tooth! When my tooth fell off, there wasn't any blood at all. Why? The simple answer is... my tooth was dead. The difference between dead teeth and alive teeth is their colour. Alive and healthy teeth are either yellow ( if you do not brush your teeth ), white ( if you whitened it or brushed it everyday).  Dead teeth are grey. There was once I put my dead tooth under my pillow and guess what? The grey tooth became a purple $2 note. Was it my mother who put it or the tooth fairy? Do you, reader, believe in the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, Jack Frost or the Tooth Fairy? Whether all these people exist or not, it is still a mystery. ( Except for the man in red and white suit that lives in Finland. )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;  Also, my EXAMS have started. I kind of hate exams. I love English, Mathematics and Science, but I hate Mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tongue&lt;/span&gt;. Finally, this Monday is the finals of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PESA&lt;/span&gt;. If you reader, think I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;misspelled&lt;/span&gt; PEAS as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PESA&lt;/span&gt;, you're wrong. Kindly scroll down this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;web page&lt;/span&gt; and read about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PESA&lt;/span&gt; and WHAT IT MEANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sincerely&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;George Ring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-3421295709719656791?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3421295709719656791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=3421295709719656791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3421295709719656791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3421295709719656791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken-tooth.html' title='Broken Tooth'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-7218583804977391001</id><published>2009-08-12T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:38:44.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protect The Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today my snotty Health Ed teacher kept talking about protecting the enviorement, don't waste paper and other stuff and nonsense. Worst of all, she asked us to EAT VEGGIES! I will be harming the plants if I do that. I prefer eating flesh than fresh vegs!!! I hate string beans BLAH, BLAH.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;  Relax, readers. The nonsense you have just read is by a Africa man who eats humans. I won't write things like that. I LOVE veggies. I like it! But even though I like eating vegetables, there are some people that eat just vegetables ( NO RICE ), and are super eco- green. They K-I-L-L people who waste paper and they shoot construction workers who kill trees to make condos. They even have a group name. Guess what is it. They specialise in saving trees and they respect trees! They are called the&lt;strong&gt; F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ellowship and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ncient&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ights of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rees. &lt;/em&gt;FARTers, in short. You don't believe me right? Then check out their website! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farters.com/FARTers/Earth/20%search.world"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;www.farters.com/FARTers/Earth/20%search.world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Doubting me still, right? In that case, go double check by asking a health nut: "Who are FARTers?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;  Also, just SWALLOW the veggies when you eat them. Why? It is because I am a part- time mad scientist. When you swallow the vegetables, you will choke. When you choke, you will vomit. So I want you to observe what is the color of the puke. When you feel better, type the color of the sick into MY COMMENTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Remember, eat vegetables, not veg with table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Shut down the computer NOW and beg with your mom to cook you vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Your writer with a grin on his face, not a green on the faece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;George Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-7218583804977391001?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7218583804977391001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=7218583804977391001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7218583804977391001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7218583804977391001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/protect-trees.html' title='Protect The Trees'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-7607967207892327616</id><published>2009-08-10T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:47:24.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night Stay In Crowne Plaza @ Changi Airport</title><content type='html'>Welcome, my dear readers. Just yesterday, Singapore celebrated its 44th birthday. Singapore sure is quite "old". Now, everyone celebrated National Day differently. Some went shopping, some held parties in their HDB flats, condos, bungalows and in other places. Some went to the Marina Foating Bay to watch the NDP parade. But for me, I went to a hotel in Changi Airport to get a view of the fireworks. Some of the readers reading this may have gone to other hotels too to watch the parade and also not having to drive all the way to Marina. ( Recognize anyone? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I had gotten a free room on the 9th floor of Crowne Plaza @ Changi airport. And that is the tallest level. Normally, without any free rooms or discount tickets, the amount you must pay just to stay for a night will burn a hole in your pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could also hear the chimes during the Pledge Moment at 8:22. ( Why must it be 8:22, not 7:22 or 6:22? ) I saw the golden fireworks from the windows at the hotel room. Even though in Changi, the far away fireworks in Marina could still be seen. Too bad I had to check out at EXACTLY 12 am, 59 minutes and 58 seconds. I hope I would have the free room NEXT year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye folks and my heart will forever be thumping up and my hand will be reaching down,&lt;br /&gt;Your writer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;George Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-7607967207892327616?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7607967207892327616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=7607967207892327616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7607967207892327616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7607967207892327616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-night-stay-in-crowne-plaza-changi.html' title='One Night Stay In Crowne Plaza @ Changi Airport'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-2462134887400900213</id><published>2009-08-07T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:33:13.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain English Speaking Awards 2009</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday, I participated in the semi- finals of a competition called '' Plain English Speaking Awards '', which is PESA in short. When I say ' Plain English ', I do not mean the " plain " as in '' Plain Waffle ''. What Plain English means is using simple words that everyone will understand and it also means not using BIG words like '' philosophy '', '' aromatic '' and.... you get the idea. This competition is a storytelling competition, but not just saying any story but a story with simple words like ' big ' instead of ' &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GIGANTIC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'. Last year, this competition was 22 years old. Now it's turned 23 years old. Last year when I was still a puny P2, I went to the competition too and lost during the preliminary rounds. Now this year, I managed to get into the semi- finals and just yesterday, I received news that I was a finalist, which also means that I went to the finals! ( What great achievement ! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing is that - BURP - my teacher still owes me a McDonald's treat! She bet with me initially that if I went to the semi- finals, she would buy me a McDonald's meal. When I went to the semi, she said that she would buy me ANOTHER McDonald meal! She bought one value meal for me, but she stills owes me another meal! So dear teacher, if you are reading this, remember, next time bet with something else cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FINALS are coming soon and I do hope I will win. Now, I'm signing off as I need to finish my unfinished fries and fish burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that, I'll always be your writer and eater,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;GEORGE RING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;George Ring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;DARES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you to send him one of your most terrifying accidents or most embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;toilet trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Send your stories to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MY COMMENTS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and if you can, let George see your photos. We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;DARE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you to tell your true stories. The most&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SCARY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;FUNNY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;encounter will be published in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;George Ring's next post. Why don't&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-2462134887400900213?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2462134887400900213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=2462134887400900213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2462134887400900213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2462134887400900213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/plain-english-speaking-awards-2009.html' title='Plain English Speaking Awards 2009'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4204170644524803337</id><published>2009-07-23T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:46:36.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Menu Of Gross Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The food in this menu can be ordered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR Delivered. For more details, go to &lt;a href="http://www.cookersmenu.com/"&gt;http://www.cookersmenu.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEN U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshly baked chickant with goose intestines and crow's brain- $45.00++ Exsclusive of GST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Freshly roasted sow or pig with a special THANK YOU present that is a pig's head from the sharks- $$$$$$ FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Uncooked chicken egg with fertilizer on the spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Goose feathers minced avalible too. - $56.99++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4204170644524803337?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4204170644524803337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4204170644524803337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4204170644524803337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4204170644524803337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/07/menu-of-gross-food.html' title='The Menu Of Gross Food'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-2668212678256027897</id><published>2009-06-23T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:31:15.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Trip To MALAYSIA</title><content type='html'>Hello…. I’m finally back from my holiday. Let me tell you about it. It’s ‘interesting’. Really! Trust me. Anyway, it was around 8 am when we departed. We had breakfast in McDonald’s and after we had our breakfast, we went to the Woodlands checkpoint. I do not like my new passport. My passport photo looks so…., well, that is another (boring) story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so began our journey to KL. Well, sorry, I was SLEEPING throughout the WHOLE journey and I only woke up when we reached the rest station. For lunch or luncheon, we went to KFC. After eating, we continued our journey and, shortly, we arrived at Holiday Inn. To me it was a short while because I was sleeping, again. We checked in at the hotel, and, once again, went to bed. Later during night time, we went to Sunway Pyramid Shopping Mall to, of course, shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I found myself in a bad hair day… We shouldn’t talk about that. Let us go faster…………….. We went to Sunway Lagoon. We were supposed to wear wristbands. First, we went wild with water. I sat on rubber float and went down a very long spiral waterslide. And it was totally covered. WM sat in front of me. I could feel, but I could not see. It was pitch dark, then….. SPLASH! End of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after changing back to plain clothes, not a wet swimsuit, we went mad in the Cowboy’s Boots. I had to sit alone in a boot and buckle up. A man came to check whether we were buckled properly and then….. BEEP…… We went turning around. And then it went faster. So fast that I wanted to puke. Suddenly, the boots slow downed. Just when I thought it was time to go…. BEEP….. We were turning round and round again. When, finally, the boots really stopped, I felt so dizzy. Next, we went to the mini roller coaster. I sat alone, while WM sat with HW. Actually, I was not scared at all, but I don’t know why…. I just screamed. After all the fun activities, we went to the gift shop to exchange our wristbands for wristwatches. Actually, if you did not take the watch, you would get RM 10 back. But if you wanted a watch, you would not get your RM 10 back. And I think these China made watches only cost RM 1 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day in Holiday Inn….J, but….. not last day in Malaysia. We drove to Crowne Plaza and took a walk to the Aquarias the next day. What….. I know you may be searching the dictionary now or asking : What on Jupiter is Aquarias.ng the dictionary now or asking:???? I’ll explain…… It is the name of a place and it let’s you admire the beautiful sea creatures and some tropical animal for a fee, of course. At the entrance, there was a huge tank of MAN- EATING FISH,, Piranhas to be exact. Fall inside the tank, don’t even think a teenie weenie of getting out alive. Next, we went to the Aqua-Theatre to watch divers feed sharks and stingrays. He took a picture with me, too. For lunch, we went to Kenny Roger’s Roasters. I like the homemade muffins. And the chicken is the nicest. Later, we took a rest at the hotel, went for dinner and the next day was our last day in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, we stopped over at Malacca for lunch. I had a plate of chicken rice. It was not as nice as Singapore’s chicken rice. Actually, I wanted to have a McDonald’s chocolate sundae but the queue was too long. WM even tricked me into eating…. DURIAN chendol!!! I have always hated durian since young and now hate durian chendol even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to Singapore on Sunday and on Friday, it was off to Malaysia again. This time, we went to Desaru. We first went to Kotatinggi waterfall to waddle in water. While walking on the steps, I felt something scaly. Still I continued walking. Then, WM yelled at me. I turned and saw a snake slithering away, its tongue so red! It was quite deep in the water and we had to step and hold onto the big rocks to move around. But the rocks were very slimy because of the algae. I nearly fell when trying to hold the rocks. Luckily WM carried me up. After all the swimming, I went to the loo\ toilet\ dunny\ washroom\WC\jerry\washroom\bathroom or whatever you call it, to wash up. Then, on our way to Desaru, we stopped for lunch at Jade Garden Restaurant located in Sungei Renggit. I like the lobster served there. The lobsters are so crispy that you can eat every part of the lobster, shell or meat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-2668212678256027897?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2668212678256027897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=2668212678256027897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2668212678256027897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2668212678256027897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-trip-to-malaysia.html' title='Holiday Trip To MALAYSIA'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-175755293299453254</id><published>2009-06-08T18:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:30:37.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Mixtures : BEVERAGES</title><content type='html'>Have you drank a cup of plain water? Of course yes! But.......... Have you drank a cup of ketchup squeezed plain water with a mixture of salt and vinegar? Here are more strange mixtures. I dare you to try them ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OOZY Mud Swamp- A glass of chocolate milk mixed with brown vinegar, along with some licorice. Squeeze some HERSHEYS chocolate fudge on top of it and - slurp - swallow it or drink it, whichever way you like. If you want, you may add aome blackcurrant juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. CHILLY Spicy Gummy Bear- A cup of carrot juice mixed and blended with small chillies, squeezed with chilli sauce and at last, added with pounded YUPI bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MILO Doo- Doo- A normal jug of MILO dinosaur, but this time with an almond cake on top of it- POUNDED! Put some chocolate ice-cream and put tiny bits of durain for the foul smell. Smelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well................ Wanna try?=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-175755293299453254?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/175755293299453254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=175755293299453254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/175755293299453254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/175755293299453254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/06/strange-mixtures-beverages.html' title='Strange Mixtures : BEVERAGES'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1182819593353401743</id><published>2009-05-24T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:51:45.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Donuts</title><content type='html'>Finally after looking at cookbooks, CW has found a perfect recipe to make donuts and the donuts are tasty. The cookbook is called ''Bread Winners ''. But I still think Donut Empire's donuts are tastier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  WHY DO THEY CALL IT A DONUT?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Here are some comments by readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOKINGMAMA@yahoo.com says: ''The first flavour of a doughnut was chocolates and nuts'?''&lt;br /&gt;SQUIRRELeatNut@gmail.com says: " I think' if you make a PERFECT donut, yer get a nut, ''&lt;br /&gt;ScEiNtIsTabout FOOD@ hotmail.com says: '' Invented by a loony nut????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1182819593353401743?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1182819593353401743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1182819593353401743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1182819593353401743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1182819593353401743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/05/delicious-donuts.html' title='Delicious Donuts'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-5122295273245543576</id><published>2009-05-23T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:08:51.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross Things In Your Body Considered As Food</title><content type='html'>Really gross...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SNOT- Doing a survey, I found out that over 600 pupils ( and counting ) in my class eat snot everyday at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. MUCUS- A lot of people are lazy to grab a hanky so they lick their mucus instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. EARWAX- When you are trying to hear but there is earwax stuck in your ear, you hastily shove away the earwax and - plop - in lands in your mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. NAIL DIRT- When your nails are dirty, you may just forget about it. But MOST people are corncerned about their beauty, so they SUCK THE DIRT OFF, BITING OFF THE NAILS, which, also makes them ugly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-5122295273245543576?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5122295273245543576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=5122295273245543576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5122295273245543576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5122295273245543576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/05/gross-things-in-your-body-considered-as.html' title='Gross Things In Your Body Considered As Food'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4812959737635890155</id><published>2009-05-22T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:33:55.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To “Kidz Cooking“！</title><content type='html'>Cookamania's Lost Cookbook&lt;br /&gt;                                                                Chapter I&lt;br /&gt;                                            Make Your Own Canteen Lemon Chicken&lt;br /&gt;What you need: A bottle of Pokka lemon tea bought from the canteen and a bowl of chicken chop&lt;br /&gt;[ NO RICE }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All you need to do is to pour at least 3 spoonfuls of lemon tea onto your chicken chop.&lt;br /&gt;2. Start eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT DO THIS UNLESS THE CHICKEN CHOP HAS NO GRAVY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4812959737635890155?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4812959737635890155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4812959737635890155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4812959737635890155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4812959737635890155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-kidz-cooking.html' title='Welcome To “Kidz Cooking“！'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-6012739826742526194</id><published>2009-05-19T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:37:51.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Are Finally Over</title><content type='html'>It's been a long, long time since I wrote a new post. This is because of my exams. Tough revision everyday! Still, it pays off. Here are my results, which, are quite lousy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@!$#% PRIMARY &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA1 Results Standard: Go^d&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Name : Unknown Class : 3Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Paper 2 : 58 upon 65 Target: 65 -TARGET NOT ACHIEVED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maths Paper : 96 upon 100 Target: 100 -LEARN YOUR MENTAL SUMS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Science Paper: 93&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;upon 100 Target : 96 - GOOD!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Improved&lt;/span&gt; ( Sore throat )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mother Toungue Paper : 40 upon 45 No target : Remarks - 非常好啊，george&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed By Teacher:&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; u-[&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Name student : George Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1- As there was something wrong with the OASIS machine, the marks actually is 97 upon 100, not 93.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2-My Mother Toungue teacher has sworn never to speak English!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-6012739826742526194?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6012739826742526194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=6012739826742526194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6012739826742526194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6012739826742526194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-are-finally-over.html' title='Exams Are Finally Over'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-6712462522237695929</id><published>2009-04-25T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:49:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will It Rain?</title><content type='html'>It has not rained for days and I'm sweating all over! Summer is the worst season! It's hot and sultry out there that even a fan cannot help! So the last resort is to on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;air con&lt;/span&gt;. I think out there in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt;, the people living there will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; drink water. When will it rain and have thunder? I just hope that time will fly quickly  and summer will be over! I can't wait for it to rain again!            &lt;br /&gt; __________________________________________________________________      &lt;br /&gt;RAIN ASKS:&lt;br /&gt;What's the worse weather for mice?&lt;br /&gt;What is in the middle of RAINWATER?&lt;br /&gt;What is the name of the car that appears before lightning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAIN IS WAITING. SEND IN THE CORRECT ANSWERS TO HIM AT '' MY COMMENTS ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;AND YOU MAY WIN TICKETS TO HIS CONCERT!!!!!-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-6712462522237695929?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6712462522237695929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=6712462522237695929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6712462522237695929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6712462522237695929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-will-it-rain.html' title='When Will It Rain?'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-895548227305047629</id><published>2009-04-15T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:59:29.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Time Flies</title><content type='html'>I just had prepared for CA1 not long ago but now I'm going to prepare for SA1. The clock seems to be faster now but the days seem longer too. Very soon, it will be May. Time did not pass that quickly last year. This year, it is completely different! But that's also quite a good thing. December will come faster and Santa Claus will give a present faster! I just which the day would be longer and clocks will freeze. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then I will have more time to prepare for my exams! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But it's a fact that time passes quickly. I cannot escape it...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-895548227305047629?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/895548227305047629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=895548227305047629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/895548227305047629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/895548227305047629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-time-flies.html' title='How Time Flies'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1926584895914025100</id><published>2009-03-28T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:47:48.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>Just a few minutes ago, Earth Hour ended. It was kind of creepy with no lights on. Did you turn off your lights and all other things that need electricity? For me, during Earth Hour was the most darkest hour of my lifetime. Even going to the toilet needed a torchlight! I can imagine how it was like in the past, when people's electricity got struck by the lightning, they still could see, cook or even read! But I cannot. Now I know how lucky I am to have light and electricity. Earth Hour sure thought me something. Thank goodness Earth Hour is only held once a year........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1926584895914025100?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1926584895914025100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1926584895914025100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1926584895914025100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1926584895914025100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4814719314152886719</id><published>2009-03-26T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:40:12.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To Chinatown</title><content type='html'>Today I took a brand new bus to Chinatown. We then walked by foot to the Chinatown Heritage Center. All sorts of things that talked about the past  were there. I liked the part when the tour guide showed us food that looked real, felt real, but it was actually  fake food. It could not be eaten. But one horrible part is when I walked around the olden houses in the Heritage, I almost puked. Toy lizards were glued everywhere. Rubber cockroaches were scattered everywhere in the toilet. And when I looked at the toilet bowl....... I was so shocked! Rubber shit were in the toilet bowl and it could not be flushed!&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to have such a nice house. Also, three or four families share the same room! Life sure was hard in the past!!!! But Chinatown is very big. I may explore some more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4814719314152886719?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4814719314152886719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4814719314152886719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4814719314152886719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4814719314152886719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-to-chinatown.html' title='Trip To Chinatown'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-8219169746084447014</id><published>2009-03-25T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:45:51.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Lingering</title><content type='html'>Not the one that means staying and walking around! The one that has something to do with FOOD! Suddenly, I have the ability to linger. Like last night, an hour after when eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;macaroni&lt;/span&gt; and cheese, I could still feel the sticky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; and cheddar cheese and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;macaroni&lt;/span&gt; with meatball sauce in my mouth! Then I would suddenly feel like eating it! But strange, I'm not born in the year of the Pig!! Same thing for the bread I had for breakfast today! In school, I could still feel the crumbs and the chocolate sauce in my mouth! Why? It makes me so tempted to eat whatever I'm lingering! This ability is so bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-8219169746084447014?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8219169746084447014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=8219169746084447014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8219169746084447014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8219169746084447014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/03/power-of-lingering.html' title='The Power Of Lingering'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1108628544163441478</id><published>2009-03-16T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:55:12.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, OLD Ideas</title><content type='html'>Hi there. If you, reader, have any children, ask them if their school's Sports Carnival is lame. For my school, the Sports Carnival always repeats its same old ideas. Also, the letter that told my parents what the Sports Carnival has said that there will be a bun and a drink for break time but instead the school only gave us a chocolate bun! Stop reading, reader. You may think the '' Chocolate Bun'' part may be good, but in the packaging there were some bitter things that I still have not found out what it is. After eating half of the bun, I got sick of it so I threw it away. That's not all. During the opening ceremony of the Sports Carnival, they put up a banner saying ,'' Beijing Olympics 2008 ''. It's already 2009 now! And why must the school follow everything occording to '' Olympic '' style? Can't the school just change a little bit of the rules. It's not fun if they don't! Finally during the prize ceremony, our class got a silver medal but when I went home, the medal and the clip attached to the '' string '' had dropped. Such lousy quality!  Well, looks like that's all for today, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1108628544163441478?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1108628544163441478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1108628544163441478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1108628544163441478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1108628544163441478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-year-old-ideas.html' title='New Year, OLD Ideas'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-5933222520353735296</id><published>2009-03-07T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:26:29.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labrador Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SbJI4Nt3AlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/c79sWxFQDY4/s1600-h/SSL22105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310387041215119954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SbJI4Nt3AlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/c79sWxFQDY4/s320/SSL22105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                          LABRADOR PARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went to Labrador Park. It was kind of a nature reserve, but it also had artifacts about World War 2. It was amazing, but it was &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SbJI3uwuE2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/e9ZJZzrF7wk/s1600-h/SSL22104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310387032905618274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SbJI3uwuE2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/e9ZJZzrF7wk/s320/SSL22104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tiring walking around the whole mountain! I also discovered an old, old secret tunnel. Too bad it was locked. I wonder what kind of stuff was in the tunnels. Dead bodies? There were a lot of cannons in the nature reserve. ( Rest assured, there were no gunpowder and cannonballs inside the cannon.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was army storerooms too. They were sealed up. If the storerooms were not sealed, I would explore the storerooms. Along the way, I also saw the Dragon Teeth Gate. ( The fake one, not the real one. ) The so-called ''  Dragon Teeth Gate '' looked so red! Did dragons ever have red teeth? I don't know. When I was heading back to the car, I saw people fishing. Why do people like to fish? Won't it be easier to buy a fish??? Labrador Park is so mysterious.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-5933222520353735296?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5933222520353735296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=5933222520353735296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5933222520353735296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5933222520353735296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/03/labrador-park.html' title='Labrador Park'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SbJI4Nt3AlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/c79sWxFQDY4/s72-c/SSL22105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4920866637829082977</id><published>2009-01-30T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:03:40.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon Session For P3s</title><content type='html'>I don't know about other schools, but my school only has a morning session. This is so bad! You have to wake up early and rush if you wake up late. Actually, P2 was better. But there's one good thing about P3. I'm older!!!!!!! But that is needless to say. The worst subject for me this year is still Mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tongue&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm sure it'll always be! What about you? Tell me.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4920866637829082977?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4920866637829082977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4920866637829082977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4920866637829082977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4920866637829082977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/01/afternoon-session-for-p3s.html' title='Afternoon Session For P3s'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-8953011360966153479</id><published>2009-01-25T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:47:21.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was one tough day for CW as she had to do spring cleaning. But for me, it was a frightening day. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt; the whole house, CW went to the toilet and showed me what she had collected for spring cleaning. Yucks, the thought made me shudder........... CW used her bare hands to dig out a lump of dirty hair- like dirt. CW explained to me that it was actually water mixed with dirt. And when I saw the water in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; cleaner that was at first clear , I almost puked! The colour of the water was super duper black! Yuck. So now I'm not so sure you will have a bright year of the Ox after reading this. Better run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-8953011360966153479?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8953011360966153479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=8953011360966153479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8953011360966153479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8953011360966153479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much-dirt.html' title='Too Much Dirt'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-6218484319276714098</id><published>2009-01-24T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:17:40.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Cup Noodles</title><content type='html'>Today, CW let me eat cup noodles. Mmm........... I love it! I really thank the Japanese for making such a splendid thing. CW and WM say that I'm silly because only a hungry Cambodian loves cup noodles that much. But of course everyone in Singapore would at least like it a little bit or like it alot or else there would't be this saying on the packaging of Maggi's Instant noodles: Singapore's No.1 choice. Don't you agree? I give thumbs up for cup noodles and instant noodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-6218484319276714098?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6218484319276714098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=6218484319276714098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6218484319276714098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6218484319276714098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/01/delicious-cup-noodles.html' title='Delicious Cup Noodles'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1400717876268108159</id><published>2009-01-21T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:57:58.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Has The Cat Went?</title><content type='html'>Look here. It's now new year. And of course, everyone knows this year is the year of the Ox. I find it strange. One of the most common stray animal you see on the streets is a big fat ( or skinny ) cat. So why isn't there any year of the Cat?? I wish there would be year of the Cat! Readers, don't yer think so. Anyway, a Happy New Year to you! Bye...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1400717876268108159?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1400717876268108159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1400717876268108159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1400717876268108159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1400717876268108159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-has-cat-went.html' title='Where Has The Cat Went?'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-3601035507237033667</id><published>2009-01-11T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:20:39.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Worth It</title><content type='html'>You can say that I love McDonald's food, but when it comes to the money and servings of the dish, it's a no-no. I'm not talking about any dish. I'm talking about the new curly fries for CNY. It costs more than the normal fries but it's amount of fries are lesser than the normal fries. I still prefer the normal, golden fries. What about you reader? Tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-3601035507237033667?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3601035507237033667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=3601035507237033667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3601035507237033667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3601035507237033667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-worth-it.html' title='It&apos;s Not Worth It'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-6945861500275639847</id><published>2009-01-09T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:16:34.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekends Sure Are Good</title><content type='html'>YES!!!!!!!!!! Tomorrow sure is a good day. Guess what special day is it? It's Saturday!!!! So that means no school! And no school means no need to wake up early! I must sleep for a long time tomorrow! But, sigh, I have TONS and TONS of home work! I better finish it by today. And also, the ice- cream store next to my school is  a cool place. They sell ice-cream floats! See yer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-6945861500275639847?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6945861500275639847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=6945861500275639847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6945861500275639847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6945861500275639847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekends-sure-are-good.html' title='The Weekends Sure Are Good'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4358704220180229165</id><published>2009-01-07T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:29:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009</title><content type='html'>Hooray! It's already the seventh day of 2009! And I'm finally P3. I kinda dislike P3 because I have to wake up real early. And when I say early, it's really early. Now there's one more subject I have to learn. It's science. P3 is really difficult. So I guess I won't need to guess what will happen when I'm P4, P5 and P6. This year is a TOUGH year........                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2oo9. Share yer ideas!!!!! What do you think will happen this year? Tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4358704220180229165?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4358704220180229165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4358704220180229165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4358704220180229165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4358704220180229165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-8760520637029885834</id><published>2008-12-29T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:19:53.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Going To Be 2009 Soon</title><content type='html'>Wow.............. It's just two more days and it will be another new year! But that also means back to school. I wonder what will happen next year. New inventions? Flying cars? I will never know until 2009 comes. And I will be 9 years old next year! But there's there's one thing I know for sure. I will never be able to celebrate the countdown party! You know how I celebrate it? By SLEEPING!!!!! I don't know about you, so please tell me in '' My Comments'' whether YOU have the patience to wait until 12 midnight just to celebrate the 2009 countdown party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-8760520637029885834?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8760520637029885834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=8760520637029885834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8760520637029885834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8760520637029885834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-going-to-be-2009-soon.html' title='It&apos;s Going To Be 2009 Soon'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-2515807675120264941</id><published>2008-12-26T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:12:46.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Got From Santa This Christmas</title><content type='html'>Ho ho ho, yesterday was a jolly wonderful Christmas. I woke up at 10 am to find my christmas present behind the sofa. I wonder, why doesn't Santa appear even if we don't fall asleep for a long time????? Why can't he just stop by for a quick photo??? One day, I will go to Finland and meet him in person. And oh, guess what Santa Claus gave me for Christmas? A Power  Rangers Operation Overdrive Megazord. Last yesr he gave me a Mystic Force Titan Megazord. Hmmmm......... I wonder what &lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt; year's present from Santa will be?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-2515807675120264941?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2515807675120264941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=2515807675120264941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2515807675120264941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2515807675120264941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-got-from-santa-this-christmas.html' title='What I Got From Santa This Christmas'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-2212862226313339352</id><published>2008-12-19T15:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:10:22.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOLT</title><content type='html'>Yesterday WM brought me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt; Hub's Cathay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cinemas&lt;/span&gt;. We were watching Bolt. Wonder how amazing those scriptwriters of Walt Disney are???? Then, WM ordered popcorn and those stuff like that. We sat in the last row. Seemed that there were not much people watching Bolt. After the boring commercials, the show began to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a dog named Bolt. He and his owner, Penny, act in a show called Bolt. It's on TV every Thursday, 8 pm. Bolt thinks that he really has superpowers like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;super bark&lt;/span&gt;. This dog doesn't know that it's all camera effects. While shooting the show, Penny cries for help. Bolt accidentally runs out of the studio. Thinking that Penny is really trapped, Bolt runs to a man that looks like Dr Green Eye. ( His one of the actors in Bolt and has a black cat. ) When Bolt realises he's got the wrong person, he runs away. The fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;super dog&lt;/span&gt; then gets trapped in a box full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Styrofoam&lt;/span&gt;. He runs out of the box and into a dark alley. Meanwhile, the pigeons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NEMO&lt;/span&gt; find themselves with a cat, Mittens. The black alley cat now wants all the food of a pigeon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;. When the pigeon tells her about the deal they made, she said that the deal has expired. Suddenly, Bolt sees Mittens. He thinks that Mittens is Dr Green Eye's cat. Bolt lungs towards Mittens and demands her to tell about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whereabouts&lt;/span&gt; of Penny. Mittens doesn't know where but pretends to know when Bolt threatens to throw Mittens down the bridge. The black cat Mittens digs a Waffle Place map from the dump. And that's when she s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ees&lt;/span&gt; Bolt's collar. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;address&lt;/span&gt; writes Hollywood Studio. Mittens tells Bolt where can he find Penny. Bolt drags Mittens with him when she refuses to go with him. Mittens tells the fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;super dog&lt;/span&gt; about their deal, but Bolt just smiles and says that their deal has expired. Bolt and Mittens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt; around to find Hollywood Studio. They decide to have a rest and have food from the people. Mittens teaches Bolt how to beg. They get food from everybody. Bolt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; reaches an old lady's house and begs for food. The old lady tells them to wait. While waiting, a hamster named Rhino sees Bolt and runs out of the screaming, '' Gosh, it's Bolt the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;super dog&lt;/span&gt;! '' So Rhino wants to join the adventure and Bolt agrees. The three animals travel around and have adventures. Finally, they reach Hollywood studio. But a fire starts and Bolt wants to rescue Penny. He manages to by barking to the firemen. Penny is rescued and is also...... back with Bolt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-2212862226313339352?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2212862226313339352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=2212862226313339352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2212862226313339352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2212862226313339352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/bolt.html' title='BOLT'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-298856306497725456</id><published>2008-12-16T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:28:12.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Curry Puff</title><content type='html'>Today WM bought for me a curry puff from TIP TOP. I love TIP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TOP's&lt;/span&gt; curry puffs. When I was young I only ate curry puff's crust, but now I eat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt; too. When I ate the curry puff, I asked WM whether there was any scallop inside because I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; that there was scallop inside. He said no. And you know what was the '' scallop '' I tasted? CHICKEN!!!! How silly of me. I like the curry puff's egg. It's quite special. ( I don't know what's special, but it feels special) But still, I think the crust is the best part of curry puff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-298856306497725456?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/298856306497725456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=298856306497725456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/298856306497725456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/298856306497725456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/eating-curry-puff.html' title='Eating Curry Puff'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-5945676101744672185</id><published>2008-12-15T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:37:26.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas- Make It Snow!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought that it is impossible for winter to come in Singapore? If that's what you thought, you're wrong. It is possible to make Singapore have winter- but it's kind of fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Use a snow machine. ( Forget this part. It's too expensive. )&lt;br /&gt;2. Throw flakes of cotton bud from a high rooftop. ( Forget this part. You're wasting money to throw cotton bud away.0&lt;br /&gt;3. Throw pieces tiny white balls from above your house. ( Forget it. Might hit somebody.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, read my post over again. Make it snow in Singapore!!! ( Forget it. Wasting time. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-5945676101744672185?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5945676101744672185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=5945676101744672185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5945676101744672185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5945676101744672185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-make-it-snow.html' title='Christmas- Make It Snow!'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-6436127750217934939</id><published>2008-12-14T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:53:08.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's In The Power Ranger Costume</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you're an adult don't read this post as it's too kiddy. This is a message to all the school kids out there. Well, I also don't care whether your favourite TV show is &lt;em&gt;Pokemon, &lt;/em&gt;or whatever. I just want to ask WHETHER you, school kid, have watched the performance of Power Rangers at Juncti8n. You have? Great! Then have you saw who's in the costume? 1% of you says YES! If you think that the actors of Power Rangers are in the costume.......... You're WRONG! If you were waiting on the floor before the Power Ranger's performance, I suppose you saw a uncle that's quite fat walking into the room next to the stage. Well, he's the black ranger! Wow, you would have laughed if you were at Juncti8n watching the black ranger doing a cartwheel! He couldn't do it! HA HA............. Wait! I have a feeling the person reading my post is over 30! Hey, this post is for school kids! Don't you find this post boring???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-6436127750217934939?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6436127750217934939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=6436127750217934939' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6436127750217934939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6436127750217934939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/whos-in-power-ranger-costume.html' title='Who&apos;s In The Power Ranger Costume'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1166415233642072445</id><published>2008-12-07T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:03:10.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Wine</title><content type='html'>If anyone reading this post thought there's NO such thing as fake wine, you're wrong. CW has bought a bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DOREMY&lt;/span&gt; wine. The bottle is like a bottle of wine, the colour is the same colour of wine too. But, ah, the taste is different. It is actually fizzy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;raspberry&lt;/span&gt; juice. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DOREMY&lt;/span&gt; wine is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fairprice&lt;/span&gt;. There are other flavours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DOREMY&lt;/span&gt; wine too. The price is $3.00.&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DOREMY&lt;/span&gt; wine is on offer. It is now only $2.95. Slurp, I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DOREMY&lt;/span&gt; wine. Burp!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1166415233642072445?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1166415233642072445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1166415233642072445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1166415233642072445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1166415233642072445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/fake-wine.html' title='Fake Wine'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4918171803621775703</id><published>2008-12-06T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:18:43.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nicest Prawn Noodles I Ever Tasted</title><content type='html'>Wow........... I still can remember the nice taste of the prawn noodles. Oh hi there!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today, WM bought the &lt;em&gt;famous&lt;/em&gt; River South prawn noodles. Too bad WM didn't buy the prawn noodles with clams. ( I LOVE clams!!!!!!!! ) When I took the first mouthful of prawn noodles, it was super nice. I also ate all the prawn's head . I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exaggerating, but the prawn noodles WM bought from the River South prawn noodle store was the NICEST prawn noodles I've ever tasted. I finished the soup too. Wow, it was wonderful. ( Just a little spicy. ) I wish I could eat River South prawn noodles again. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4918171803621775703?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4918171803621775703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4918171803621775703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4918171803621775703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4918171803621775703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/nicest-prawn-noodles-i-ever-tasted.html' title='The Nicest Prawn Noodles I Ever Tasted'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-7977949599771035991</id><published>2008-12-05T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:19:16.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visit to Hay Dairies Goat Farm</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, CW took me to Hay Dairies Goat Farm. It was located at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kang&lt;/span&gt;, but I forgot which road. When we reached the goat farm, I ran to feed the goats. It was my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; visit. But the goat was so disgusting!!!! It sucked my hand and even spat saliva on my jeans!!! There was a very old billy goat gruff at the end of the barn. It didn't eat the hay I had given him. Maybe it was too full............. Later on, CW bought a packet of goat's milk for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HW&lt;/span&gt;. She asked me to try the chocolate goat's milk. Wow, it was bland. I don't know why, but I prefer cow's milk than goat's milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-7977949599771035991?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7977949599771035991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=7977949599771035991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7977949599771035991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7977949599771035991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-to-hay-dairies-goat-farm.html' title='The Visit to Hay Dairies Goat Farm'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1478731153501922441</id><published>2008-12-02T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:17:58.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The James Lee Masterclass</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up really really early to go for the James Lee masterclass. WM went with me to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; Station and then we took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; to City Hall. Then, we went to the National Library. The session was conducted in Possibility Room located on the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; Floor. When I arrived, there were two people there. They were attending the James Lee Masterclass too. I got James Lee, or should I say, Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aitchinson&lt;/span&gt; to autograph my Mr Midnight books. I sat in the front row of the chairs and waited. Here are some things he said about writing a book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.You have to decide what you want to write.&lt;br /&gt;2.Before you write your story, always choose your genre.&lt;br /&gt;3.NEVER use slang in your story.&lt;br /&gt;4.No matter what is the genre in your story, you must have a conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!!! Don't expect me to tell you all the secrets!&lt;br /&gt;You should have gone to the class yourself. Oh, let's move on. There were refreshments. Yucks! I wondered which company catered the food. It was tasteless! The drinks tasted like poison too! Really! At last, I recieved a James Lee 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anniversary&lt;/span&gt; notebook. Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1478731153501922441?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1478731153501922441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1478731153501922441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1478731153501922441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1478731153501922441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/james-lee-masterclass.html' title='The James Lee Masterclass'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-8202761518522562205</id><published>2008-12-01T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:59:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Is Near- And More</title><content type='html'>Ho ho ho............... Christmas is near soon. I wish Santa Claus would stop by on Christmas night to have tea with us. But that would NEVER be possible. Maybe if we leave Santa a lot of things to eat by the doorstep, he would be so full he couldn't walk. Then I'll wake up and I'll know how it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I spent almost one hour just to remove the roots of beansprouts! I was soon tired. CW said she would do it with me, but in the end she just slepttttttttttttt...........&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Christmas is here, so sing some of own Christmas carols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DECK THE MALLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Sung to the tune of '' Deck The Halls '' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deck the malls with stuff from China,&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la..........&lt;br /&gt;Hats and Bratz and Dad's reclina,&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la  la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don we non- US apparel,&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la, deficit, blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;Shrug..... '' Oh well, '' and watch Will Ferrell,&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la la and la- di- da!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-8202761518522562205?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8202761518522562205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=8202761518522562205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8202761518522562205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8202761518522562205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-near-and-more.html' title='Christmas Is Near- And More'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4490885404244434183</id><published>2008-11-30T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:31:25.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Always 1089!</title><content type='html'>If you've heard of this trick, don't continue reading. But if you've never heard of the 1089 trick, continue reading.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I found out by accident a magic tricks book. There was one trick which I thought was a amazing trick. Whoever first thought of this trick must be a  GENIUS! The trick is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Think of a three-digit number. The digits all MUST be different.&lt;br /&gt;2. Then, reverse your three-digit number and subtract the smaller three-digit number from the bigger three- digit number.&lt;br /&gt;3. Once you've got the answer, reverse the answer and add the two numbers together. It will be ALWAYS 1089. Spooky, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4490885404244434183?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4490885404244434183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4490885404244434183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4490885404244434183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4490885404244434183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-always-1089.html' title='It&apos;s Always 1089!'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-6450818837422036435</id><published>2008-11-28T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:43:21.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus MUST Come To Town!</title><content type='html'>Today during lunch, CW said something so frightening that I wished it would NEVER EVER come true.............. Do YOU know what she said? She said that maybe due to the financial crisis, Santa Claus WON'T give me a present this year! This must never ever happen!!!! Or maybe, says CW, Santa Claus will just send me a cheap toy from the NIGHT MARKET!!!!!! I don't want that either! Do you think that due to financial crisis, Santa Claus will not give me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; present? Horrifying thoughts came to me like I would wake up on Boxing Day and find out I had NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; present from Santa! Hey, maybe YOU know Santa's E-Mail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;address&lt;/span&gt;! Send it to me in my comments and I'll E-Mail Santa and tell him to still give me a toy! ( NOT those cheap toys from the night market! But won't it take a long time for the E-Mail to reach Finland?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-6450818837422036435?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6450818837422036435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=6450818837422036435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6450818837422036435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6450818837422036435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/santa-claus-must-come-to-town.html' title='Santa Claus MUST Come To Town!'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4352547998168869124</id><published>2008-11-27T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:38:22.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's The Certificate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SS5VrN-RPgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_oREsx2r2zQ/s1600-h/SSL22002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273246414671003138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SS5VrN-RPgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_oREsx2r2zQ/s200/SSL22002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SS5VpmIQoyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CtfP-WeB_ZA/s1600-h/SSL21999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273246386795619106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SS5VpmIQoyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CtfP-WeB_ZA/s200/SSL21999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today WM came home after going to shop at Fairprice Extra. WM had also collected my LOO Campaign. I had won 3rd Prize. The prize was a hamper of $50 worth of STABILO stationery. I was wondering, maybe I could exchange my prize for money........ ( Just kiddin' ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CW said that I could DONATE my prize as I already have a lot of stationery. But wouldn't that be wasting my effort thinking of a good story and then donating my prize? Anyway, there was NO certificate! I guess the teacher in charge will give it to me when school RE-OPENS! ( I don't hope so!!!! ) I'll also compare which brand of pencils is better, Faber Castell or Stabilo!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4352547998168869124?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4352547998168869124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4352547998168869124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4352547998168869124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4352547998168869124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/wheres-certificate.html' title='Where&apos;s The Certificate?'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SS5VrN-RPgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_oREsx2r2zQ/s72-c/SSL22002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-796845668664457370</id><published>2008-11-25T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:37:11.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fish With Lots Of Roe- And More</title><content type='html'>Today when I woke up, HW and CW were out in the market. I waited and waited, then they came back............ WOW!!!!!! CW found out that inside the fish she bought was roe. Not just one piece of roe, but many pieces of roe. Too bad, CW said, '' We'll have prawns tonight and fish tomorrow for fish can last longer but prawns cannot, ''.                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So CW intends to make prawn noodles tonight if it's successful. I like prawn noodles too, and I hope if it's a sucess, CW will put clams in the prawn noodles. CW also says that the prawn noodle soup I drink in school, is only nothing but soya sauce and pepper. So if you are like me and like your canteen's prawn noodle soup, do ask the canteen vendor what is in his prawn noodle soup!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-796845668664457370?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/796845668664457370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=796845668664457370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/796845668664457370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/796845668664457370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/fish-with-lots-of-roe-and-more.html' title='The Fish With Lots Of Roe- And More'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4388138845020113300</id><published>2008-11-24T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:11:17.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Televisions Of The Past</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I watched Channel 8's Anniversary Gala show. There were pictures of televisions of the past. Wow, I found out that it was going to be troublesome if you wanted to change the channel if you were in the past, watching TV. It's because people did not invent the remote control yet!!!!! So you had to go to the television and turn the knob next to the screen to change the channel. And also, the TV of the past had only 1 or 2 channels. But of course, things improve and soon there were lots and lots of channels. Then, people changed the TV design. If you wanted to watch TV, you don't turn a knob to change the channel. You press the buttons. Thank god that we have remote controls now so that watching TV won't be so troublesome. It's the same thing for cooking. No more charcoal, just gas. Things really do get better each day..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4388138845020113300?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4388138845020113300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4388138845020113300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4388138845020113300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4388138845020113300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/televisions-of-past.html' title='The Televisions Of The Past'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1063794976909942</id><published>2008-11-23T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:00:12.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To Clark- The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arrgh&lt;/span&gt;............ It was my last day staying at Hyatt Hotel. The taxi drove off to Clark, Philippines. It was very early when we arrived at Clark. I checked in at Holiday Inn and was soon was watching TV. A night , I went for the buffet at Holiday Inn. Wow, I ate clams, mussels, prawns, cakes, and ice-cream! I was very full. The next day, WM decided that Holiday Inn was too old and expensive. So we drove to Hotel Vida. Hotel Vida was just opened this July. It was as new as it could be. We also went to SM City and played at the Amusement Park. Then we had lunch at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;food court&lt;/span&gt;. For dinner, I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up early the next  morning. CW took me to Hotel Vida's restaurant. I had  an English breakfast. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whoa&lt;/span&gt;, I was so full. I had eaten bacon, eggs, bread, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hash brown&lt;/span&gt;. In the end, I had to ask WM to help me finish it. We then went back to SM City and bought some shoes. In the night, WM found out the man selling shoes had given him shoes with wrong size! So we rushed back to SM city and changed the shoes. The taxi driver then drove us to the airport. In the plane, I was super sleepy that I could not walk!!!!!! The plane arrived at Singapore. I had a good night's sleep and then I'm here writing my story.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1063794976909942?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1063794976909942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1063794976909942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1063794976909942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1063794976909942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/trip-to-clark-story.html' title='Trip To Clark- The Story'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-8744894676689380786</id><published>2008-11-19T19:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:17:33.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To Manila- The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SSq1dOXxMVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oVyUcCyBoJQ/s1600-h/SSL21810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272225827469209938" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SSq1dOXxMVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oVyUcCyBoJQ/s200/SSL21810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SSq1cjdDw5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/KEeneuTJKEE/s1600-h/SSL21796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272225815948673938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SSq1cjdDw5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/KEeneuTJKEE/s200/SSL21796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the taxi stopped at the airport, I stepped down. I wondered........ How would life be in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt;? It was still unknown what would be in store for me. I checked my watch for the time. It was going to be 12:00 p.m. I gave the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt; my passport and headed for the baggage check department. Soon, I was in the plane, seating with CW. I was so sleepy that I slept as soon as I boarded the plane....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four hours later, WM woke me up. I was still sleepy. WM said that I was the one that slept the longest. When we disembarked the plane, it was still dark. I boarded the taxi and soon I fell asleep again.................. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;........ the traffic in Manila is CRAZY!!!!! It was already dawn. The colourful sky gave me strength to stand up. Then, we reached Hyatt Hotel And Casino. The room was nice...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We put our stuff in the lockers and walked by foot to a shopping mall. We went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ROBINSONS&lt;/span&gt; department store and bought a stroller. I discovered a video game and very soon I was playing it.................... " HEY! '' WM shouted. It was time to leave !!! Then, we headed to PIZZA HUT. I ate 7 slices of pizzas. Also, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ROBINSONS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SUPERMARKET&lt;/span&gt; and bought chips and crackers. We also attended the cocktail hour at Hyatt Hotel. There were many delicious food like ........... OYSTERS! I found a pearl too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, I woke up and ate a huge breakfast. After that, I went to Malls of Asia. Inside the mall, WM let me choose T-Shirts to buy. I chose T-Shirts with words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; I"M SO COOL!! '' Then , we had lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. I had spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the shops, there seemed to be Christmas Decorations everywhere!!! I also checked my mail and actually I can attend the JAMES LEE masterclass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the hotel, I changed into my swimming trunks and went swimming. When I came back, I ate a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; donut. In my opinion, it was way TOO sweet. After eating, it was time to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SSq1dWuAImI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oYEh9eJv4M0/s1600-h/SSL21819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272225829709947490" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SSq1dWuAImI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oYEh9eJv4M0/s200/SSL21819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SSq1ccD_1aI/AAAAAAAAAO8/PFvnGfXB0o8/s1600-h/SSL21815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272225813964510626" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SSq1ccD_1aI/AAAAAAAAAO8/PFvnGfXB0o8/s200/SSL21815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 9:00 a.m. I felt very sad because it's my LAST day staying in Hyatt Hotel. Do you know WHY??? It's because I'll be going to Clark, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. We then went to another shopping mall and ate at the food court. I had noodles. WM bought satay rice for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HW&lt;/span&gt;. I had some of the satay. Wow.... I think it was better than Singapore's satay. We went to Toy ' R ' Us and I played the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Sport video Game. WM also bought a wafer with........... SWISS chocolate. Yummy! I went back to the hotel and watched the sunset. It was beautiful. Had a nice dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT STOP: Clark, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-8744894676689380786?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8744894676689380786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=8744894676689380786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8744894676689380786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8744894676689380786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/trip-to-manila-story.html' title='Trip To Manila- The Story'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SSq1dOXxMVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oVyUcCyBoJQ/s72-c/SSL21810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1728358496872214575</id><published>2008-11-16T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:55:52.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going To Philippines TONIGHT!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hooray! Today I'll be taking a 1:00 a.m. flight to Philippines. But I'll have to sleep in the plane. WM told me to have some sleep, so I went to bed at 4:34 p.m. This day is also my NASA Bronze swimming test. Oh, I was so scared. But I managed to pass. Psst........ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;actually, I accidentally drank the pool's water! ( BLECHHH!!! ) It tasted like......... URINE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished my test, WM, my brother and I went to KFC for lunch. After that, I went for my Art class. As it was every body's last lesson, the art teacher gave us a packet of CHEESE BALLS! The art teacher also took us to our art exhibition. I had successfully completed Elementary Children's Art Course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... oh yeah, I got 3rd in the LOO CAMPAIGN competition. This writing contest is open to all Primary 2 and 3 students in Singapore. But the bad news is, I can't go and take the prize because on that day, I would be already in PHILIPPINES. Thank goodness my form teacher assured me that I would get the prize and certificate. If anybody wants to read my essay, go to the Singapore Zoo. It will be officially launched on 19 November there.......................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1728358496872214575?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1728358496872214575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1728358496872214575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1728358496872214575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1728358496872214575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-to-philippines-tonight.html' title='Going To Philippines TONIGHT!!!!'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-332973999270681574</id><published>2008-11-15T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:45:44.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To The Swimming Pool!!!</title><content type='html'>Since it was a Saturday, RG came to my house to swim with HW and me. But we had to eat lunch first. After lunch, RG grabbed my &lt;em&gt;English As It's Broken 2 &lt;/em&gt;and started to read it. Then, the sleepy RG dozed off for 10 minutes. I woke her up and started to start changing. When in the swimming pool, HW kept insisting to go to the deep end. But I told him not to. Also, RG didn't want to swim any more. She said the water was cold!!!! How funny. It was soooo warm! I kept using the water gun to shoot HW. It was very fun splashing him too. When we were ngoing back home, I wanted to use my water gun to water the plants. But thank god I did not...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Back home, when RG came out of the toilet, I used my '' &lt;em&gt;uncle "&lt;/em&gt; mask to scare her. She was so shocked! Heh heh.............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-332973999270681574?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/332973999270681574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=332973999270681574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/332973999270681574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/332973999270681574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-swimming-pool.html' title='Back To The Swimming Pool!!!'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1952193805530875066</id><published>2008-11-14T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:03:12.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prize Presentation- And More</title><content type='html'>Today was my school's 30th Annual Awards Ceremony. I got a $25 gift certificate for being 3rd in class and also for my CCA Achievment. After giving out the prizes, there was also a concert. When everything finished, I urged WM to go to POPULAR to buy some books. Here is a  list of what I've bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 3 Mr Midight books ( LATEST )&lt;br /&gt;                 1 Mr Mystery book ( LATEST )&lt;br /&gt;                 English As It's Broken 2&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I also had lunch at Sakae Sushi. ( Yum )&lt;br /&gt;Also, WM bought a McDonald's ice-cream for me. ( Too bad it wasn't a sundae. )&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when I came home, I landed on my bed and fell asleep for 4 hours!!!( Latest time ever )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1952193805530875066?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1952193805530875066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1952193805530875066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1952193805530875066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1952193805530875066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/prize-presentation-and-more.html' title='Prize Presentation- And More'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4307188521788381290</id><published>2008-11-12T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:16:32.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of School - Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Yesss........ tomorrow is the END of school! I love it! So that means Friday is the day I've been waiting for.......... It's Prize Presentation Day. And the best thing of all is that I'm going to Philippines next Tuesday. Do you know WHY I'm so excited in going to Philippines? It's because the Pizza Hut there has cheaper pizzas. So WM has allowed me to buy pizza in the Philippine's Pizza Hut. Ohhhhh....... I can't wait for Tuesday to come. But then, there's a piece of BAD news. I'm taking BUDGET AIRLINES!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4307188521788381290?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4307188521788381290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4307188521788381290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4307188521788381290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4307188521788381290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-school-tomorrow.html' title='The End Of School - Tomorrow!'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1547472053361545534</id><published>2008-11-11T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:45:44.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going To Primary.......... 3A!</title><content type='html'>Today during school, our form teacher gave us our report books. Wow, I was so scared when I got my report book. Which class would I go to????!! 3G? I asked my friend to help me check. Then, I closed my eyes. '' Please let me go to 3A, God '' I prayed. That was when my friend told me that I was going to..... 3A! I was extremely happy. When WM came to fetch me, I said that I went to 3B. But WM didn't believe me! So I told him the truth. When I got home, WM opened a bottle of austrialian wine to celebrate. Even I drank some. The wine was actually bought during............ 2004! I hate wine, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1547472053361545534?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1547472053361545534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1547472053361545534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1547472053361545534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1547472053361545534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_11.html' title='I&apos;m Going To Primary.......... 3A!'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-2850038332973682027</id><published>2008-11-10T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:19:14.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Saves The Day</title><content type='html'>Today when I came back from school, CW was still sleeping. She had only cooked the rice. When CW woke up, it was already close to 7:00 p.m. So CW went as fast as lighting to cook the veggie. I thought that I was gonna wait real long before I got to eat. But then, CW took out a large chicken. WM actually bought the chicken when going to the supermarket today. The chicken saves the day. Or else, I have to wait freakin' long for dinner. During dinner time, CW asked SW who cooked the chicken. She said it was...... WM! How funny!!!! If WM could really cook a chicken, I chop my ( chicken ) head off! Hey, actually the Fairprice chicken is not bad. The skin was really crispy. But the meat was a little dry. How I wish everday this  would happen...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-2850038332973682027?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2850038332973682027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=2850038332973682027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2850038332973682027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2850038332973682027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/chicken-saves-day.html' title='Chicken Saves The Day'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-8412278174350102831</id><published>2008-11-09T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:11:03.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aunt's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Today is my aunt's wedding. I am so tired. I had to wake up at 6:32 a.m. My brother is the page boy. When we reached my aunt's house, I sat down with HW and ate my McDonald's breakfast. Mmmm..... It was nice. The bride was also pretty too. That's when the funny part came. When the groom came, everybody locked the entrances. When the groom requested to come in, everybody said, '' Sing ' You're My Sunshine ' and dance. After the groom and his friends finished singing and dancing, the next part came. We locked the door and one of my aunts gave the groom and his friends breakfast. They asked them to drink lime or lemon juice out of a super enormous straw. It was a little bit difficult. Then, they were invited or forced to eat....... marshmallows with condensed milk. A friend of the groom ate a whole lot of it. Secondly, the groom and his friends ate some bitter gourd. As you know, bitter gourd is super bitter. But again, the friend who ate the whole lot of marshmallows with condensed milk agreed to eat the bitter gourd. I bet he must be hungry. When they finished the bitter stuff, one of my aunts said, '' That's the spirit! '' . Finally, it was time to eat the spicy stuff! Sure enough, the friend who ate the bitter gourd ate 4 sticks of the spicy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the groom and his buddies entered the house, it was time for the Q and A session. I also asked a question too. The question was ,'' WHAT IS MY AUNT"S SPECIAL &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bubble Tea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FLAVOUR?". The answer was Red Tea, No milk, extra ice and more pearls! ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At last, it was time to go home. As soon as I got home, I fell to the bed. I was really sleepy! Oh, time to sleep again....................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-8412278174350102831?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8412278174350102831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=8412278174350102831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8412278174350102831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8412278174350102831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-aunts-wedding.html' title='My Aunt&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-2076495821839381848</id><published>2008-11-08T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:11:28.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Play In The Swimming Pool And More</title><content type='html'>Today RG came to my house and asked me to swim with her. I said yes. My brother accompanied me too. Wow.. I was no longer scared of water. I was a dare-devil. We played splashing and also swam. Finally, it was time to go home. When I got home, I let RG read my latest book series, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE VIOLENCE IN TOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. When RG read it, she kept laughing. CW also made a pizza. MMMMMM...... it was so delicious that I ate 2 slices!!!!!!!!! I also think that SW is following in my footsteps. She ate 2 slices too! Oh..... I almost forgot! Today for breakfast I ate '' Chocolate and Spice'' muffins and a donut. I'm really full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-2076495821839381848?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2076495821839381848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=2076495821839381848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2076495821839381848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2076495821839381848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-play-in-swimming-pool-and-more.html' title='Come Play In The Swimming Pool And More'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4190058076849542936</id><published>2008-11-07T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:09:06.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Japanese Rice Carried From Philipines And More</title><content type='html'>Philippines, a place where real Japanese rice can be found. WM carried a sack of real ( Not From US) Japanese rice back to Singapore. But it tasted the same like US grown rice. But CW says it's far more delicious. I don't know. Maybe it's my tasting problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was first in class and best in English. Because my marks were so poor, CW said that I would never get a book prize and go to the Prize Presentation. Well, now I'll make CW eat her words. I got 3rd in class. Even though it's not as good as my previous year's results, I'm still very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, It'll be the November/ December holidays soon! Hooray....... I'll be P3 next year!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4190058076849542936?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4190058076849542936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4190058076849542936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4190058076849542936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4190058076849542936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-japan-rice-carried-from-philipines.html' title='Real Japanese Rice Carried From Philipines And More'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-5093180423113783958</id><published>2008-11-06T17:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:08:44.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister's Walking Probelm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;........ What a mystery. My sister could walk very well, but today she couldn't walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened when I went out with CW to Orchard Road for lunch and to buy things at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt;. ( Today is my school's marking day. I don't need to go to school! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt;, my sister was still running around happily. After that, CW and I went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt; restaurant for lunch. That was when SW complained that her knee hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our lunch. Wow, I was so full. So I went to a TIMES bookstore and sat down to read while CW took SW to buy things. After ...... 1 hour, I think, CW came to the TIMES bookstore and told me the news of SW. She said that she ( SW ) didn't want to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was puzzled too. SW could kick her legs, climb on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CW's&lt;/span&gt; body..... but she didn't want to walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Reader, if you think you know why, tell me at '' My Comments ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Today I read my November copy of '' READERS DIGEST '' and found out some people in South Africa eat PAPER! Yuck.................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-5093180423113783958?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5093180423113783958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=5093180423113783958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5093180423113783958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5093180423113783958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sisters-walking-probelm.html' title='My Sister&apos;s Walking Probelm'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-7348983058875435045</id><published>2008-11-05T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:52:48.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search For My Windmill</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last Sunday, I went to the South Beach Center to search for the windmill I made at school. After a few minutes, I still could not find my windmill. Whoah, it was like in the Amazing Race searching for my next clue. So I gave up and walked out of the South Beach Center. In the car, I realised something.  Never waste your precious time, not even a second. I wasted my time trying to find a windmill..............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-7348983058875435045?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7348983058875435045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=7348983058875435045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7348983058875435045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7348983058875435045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/search-for-my-windmill.html' title='The Search For My Windmill'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1516445510576257562</id><published>2008-11-01T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:16:46.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results For The Exams- LOUSY!</title><content type='html'>AAAARRRGHHHHH........ I had only 97 marks for my Math Paper. And what's more, my rival got 100 marks! There was also a very drama scene in class when my teacher announced th results. When it came to those that had 10- 20 marks papers, my friend still hadn't got his paper. And guess what, he burst into tears. That's when my teacher said, '' Never mind, we all learn from our mistakes...... ''. She gave my friend his paper. And when he saw his marks, it was a 100 marks! He burst into tears of joy......... But, I better not tell you my English paper's points... Ask CW instead. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1516445510576257562?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1516445510576257562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1516445510576257562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1516445510576257562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1516445510576257562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='The Results For The Exams- LOUSY!'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1448866402872875105</id><published>2008-10-28T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:02:06.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Paper- TOMMOROW!!!!~ And More</title><content type='html'>Arrgh........ Tommorow is my MT Exam!!!!!! How many marks shall I have????? But there's one good thing~ I DO NOT NEED TO REVISE ANY MORE!!!! I can't get less than 100 marks. I need to get at least one book prize! Today is ALSO MY MUSIC EXAM!!!!! We sang a stupid song called, '' The Rabbit and The Fat Panda! ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA~ Unbelievable Tales By George Ring ~ EXTRA ----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guess what? Today WM went to buy some things and parked in a loading / unloading bay. Then he asked me to take care of the car. So I did. That's when a parking attendent &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aunty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;came walking by. She said : '' Where's your father? '' . So I said, '' He desperately needed some things that couldn't be bought in Sheng Siong*!'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parking attendant believed me and left. WM came back and drove off the car. I told him about the parking attendent but added one more '' drama '' part. Do you think WM believed me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* A very convienient , near my home, supermaRKET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1448866402872875105?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1448866402872875105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1448866402872875105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1448866402872875105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1448866402872875105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-paper-tommorow-and-more.html' title='The Final Paper- TOMMOROW!!!!~ And More'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-2608576338268517218</id><published>2008-10-27T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:51:16.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Paper- 2 More Days To Go</title><content type='html'>Wow........ I'm really tired. I just revised with CW mother tongue just now. Pray God that I will have 100 marks. I also ate the remaining piece of CW's birthday cake yesterday. How nice....... I then discovered that I forgot to do my homework. So I rushed and now, the homework is finished. Oh, there's one more thing. I woke up late today as it was a public holiday. It was Deepavali! The festival of lights!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-2608576338268517218?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2608576338268517218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=2608576338268517218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2608576338268517218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2608576338268517218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-paper-2-more-days-to-go.html' title='The Final Paper- 2 More Days To Go'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-8011017719964565195</id><published>2008-10-25T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:21:48.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizard Scare And The World's Best CC Restaurant</title><content type='html'>Hi........ Wow. Time flies so fast. Now there's only one remaining paper- MT Paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, SW saw a lizard on the wall near the bathroom. Then, CW said : Missy, time to bath! '' SW walked a few steps. She froze. She ran wildly, screaming. The fearsome baby scared of a LIZARD? She is still scared of lizards. I hope she sees one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday, I went to BUDDY HOAGIES, a CC restaurant. It was PPYY that gave the treat. It was also to celebrate CW's birthday. Actually, today is CW's birthday. But I guess that's because PPYY wanted to '' fast foward '' time. But I don't think BUDDY HOAGIES is a normal CC restaurant. I think it is the WORLD'S BEST CC RESTAURANT! I hope to go there again. There was also a surprise birthday cake for CW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Today is also the start of OKTO's Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;Operation Overdrive. Happy watchings, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-8011017719964565195?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8011017719964565195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=8011017719964565195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8011017719964565195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8011017719964565195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/10/lizard-scare-and-worlds-best-cc.html' title='Lizard Scare And The World&apos;s Best CC Restaurant'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-6885464014940632261</id><published>2008-10-17T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:48:08.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice And Fresh Cookies</title><content type='html'>Today CW mixed butter and sugar together and asked me tohelp her beat it until it was creamy. Ooow... how my hand ached. Then I realised CW was going to make cookies. I love them. So I continued beating the butter and sugar. Then, I gave up. So WM took over. Wow, his strength was wonderful. In no time, the butter and sugar became creamy. CW threw two eggs ( cracked ) inside the pot containing butter and sugar. CW also poured some..... flour, I think, to the pot. Then she mixed it. This thing happened and that thing happened...... let's skip that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finnaly, I asked whether I could eat a cookie. CW said, '' You only helped for a while. You shall only have 3 pieces. But I think she's joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-6885464014940632261?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6885464014940632261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=6885464014940632261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6885464014940632261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/6885464014940632261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/10/nice-and-fresh-cookies.html' title='Nice And Fresh Cookies'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-9167172783755930231</id><published>2008-10-16T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:19:20.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetarian Food That Is Non-Vegetarian</title><content type='html'>Sounds unbelievable, right? But if you had eaten at ''NATURE VEGETARIAN '', you might think the other way. NATURE VEGETARIAN is a popular vegetarian restuarant selling............ fish, duck, chicken and more. Actually they are all mock foods. Imagine me sitting at the table of NATURE VEGETARIAN, eating mock Fish And Chips and saying, '' The Fish And Chips is delicious......'' when CW says, '' It's fake. '' How would you feel? If you still don't believe it, try it yourself. You won't believe that it is fake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    PS: Mr Ray Eew spent one hour trying to figure out how to&lt;br /&gt;                                                    free a hole-puncher! STUPID!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-9167172783755930231?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/9167172783755930231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=9167172783755930231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/9167172783755930231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/9167172783755930231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/10/vegetarian-food-that-is-non-vegetarian.html' title='Vegetarian Food That Is Non-Vegetarian'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-2962440863872062937</id><published>2008-10-14T20:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:15:13.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Fish, One Okay, One Sick</title><content type='html'>Today for dinner I had two fishes. I ate the eyes, meat, cheek of the FIRST fish. It tasted good...... But then, WM tasted the second fish and said, " This fish is sick. You can't eat it. '' Wasn't that a pity. The fish was almost $40. But still, I had one fish to enjoy. Also, WM cooked a fabulous steamed egg. MMM....... How delicious it was!!!!! A reminder for you, reader, too. Next time you eat fish, watch out for bones. Last time, I ate a fish and almost swallowed a bone!                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Help!!!! I'm being swallowed by a fffffiiiiii.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-2962440863872062937?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2962440863872062937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=2962440863872062937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2962440863872062937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2962440863872062937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-fish-one-okay-one-sick.html' title='Two Fish, One Okay, One Sick'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-2382084304715616538</id><published>2008-10-12T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:44:56.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey: Soggy Or Crispy</title><content type='html'>I expect SOME of you reading my post love to eat crispy noodle. I like to eat it too. But there's just one catch&gt; before you can finish your tasty crispy noodle, your noodle turns soggy. All because of the sauce. Maybe in the future ''Amazing Race Asia 100'' or something like that, Allan Wu will say,'' Teams must now eat a bowl of crispy noodle. But you musn't let the noodle turn soggy before you've finished it ". Espiacially if you take-away it. It's no longer nice. But still, I think that it's a wonderful challenge. Remember, never eat more than you can lift.  ( I'm not a copycat, Miss Piggy. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-2382084304715616538?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2382084304715616538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=2382084304715616538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2382084304715616538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/2382084304715616538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/10/survey-soggy-or-crispy.html' title='Survey: Soggy Or Crispy'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-332882803000138135</id><published>2008-10-11T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:15:13.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, exams,exams</title><content type='html'>Hello! Ugh, It's just the end of P2's oral. There will still be listening comprehension , paper 1&amp;amp;2 and more. I wish there wasn't any exams. Maybe the school can just anyhow choose a pupil to go to class 3A or do a lucky draw. ( That won't happen, I'm sure. ) But, thanks to our latest computer technology, we can revise our work online. But there's some good things about exam time. I've a friend whom went for mother tounge oral during recess. The examinor asked,'' Are you hungry?'' My friend said yes. So the examinor gave him one packet of OREO! ( Relax, it's made in Indonesia. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, I've found this website called &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com.sg/"&gt;www.freerice.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; Free rice? I don't believe it. Maybe I believe it 45%. But everytime you answer one question, you donate 10 packs of rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-332882803000138135?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/332882803000138135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=332882803000138135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/332882803000138135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/332882803000138135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-examsexams.html' title='Exams, exams,exams'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-758039220686640328</id><published>2008-09-30T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:51:06.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day Eve</title><content type='html'>Hooray! Tomorrow is Children's Day. I expect anyone of you who is below 12 years reading this celebrated Children's Day at school......... and what's more, tomorrow is a school holiday!!!! At school, I received many gifts from my teachers and played games too. ( There were no lessons!!! ) But there were some bad events. The hall was so crowded it took me almost 5 minutes to find my class. Worse of all, we had to say our National Anthem, our Pledge and School Song. ( Usually, we say the pledge only. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For dinner, I ate one of the ( famous pizza ) made from CW! MMMMMM..........&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER FOR GEORGE RING'S CONTEST ROOM    &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NOTE: Nobody won. Qatar Airways give you a BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=================================================================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 words in the post had started with the letter Q&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-758039220686640328?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/758039220686640328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=758039220686640328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/758039220686640328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/758039220686640328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-childrens-day-eve.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day Eve'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-5310579579368913691</id><published>2008-09-23T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:47:04.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Z Link Card Found- A Card With A EZ Link Plus More</title><content type='html'>Today in the SCHOOL library, I found my classmates EZ link card. I searched for the owner of the EZ link card, but I could not find him. At class, I gave it to him. Wow!!!! He was soooo happy. I could not take the card as I would get caught, but in fact, I really wanted to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;==================================================================&lt;br /&gt;Also, CW cooked crab-meat egg for dinner. It was not as nice as the one she cooked .....errr..... I forgot. Never mind, do you know why the egg was not as nice as the one she cooked last time? It's because CW used crab claw meat for the egg last time, but today she used normal crab meat.==============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GROSS!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This weeks '' GROSS '' station topic: Dung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr Buckland, founder of fossilized faeces, actually touched and smelt the dung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when he was doing a expiriment!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CW says SW shit looks like..... belch...... M&amp;amp;M!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When some animals eat dung, it's good for their........... HEALTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-5310579579368913691?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5310579579368913691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=5310579579368913691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5310579579368913691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5310579579368913691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-z-link-card-found-card-with-ez-link.html' title='E-Z Link Card Found- A Card With A EZ Link Plus More'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1077696494391992564</id><published>2008-09-22T20:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:48:21.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Two Yolk Egg- A Twin Bird PLUS More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SNePR5r7v1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/NCb_UoeIgZo/s1600-h/SSL21687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248821428429242194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SNePR5r7v1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/NCb_UoeIgZo/s200/SSL21687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was having dinner, I noticed something queer about my quail eggs. CW said it was the biggest egg in the egg tray. The thing about the quail egg that it had two yolks! Quack.... Also, for my maths graph test, I got full marks but my teacher changed it to 99 marks! Ialso bought a book which was titled, ENGLISH AS IT IS BROKEN (Book 2)! I read it in a quiet spot. Today we also had a quiz........ Do you know I have a bad habit? My habit is to forget to bring my water bottle to school? But today I remembered, so I won't need the WATER cooler to quench my thirst. I need to quit my bad habit. Do you know today is the Road Dahl day. So in my school library, there'll be lots of Road Dahl books fit for a queen!!!!! There will be books like, '' The Witches, The Twits, Rhyme Stew, Fantastic Mr Fox, The BFG, BOY and so on. One of his books even has a quote! Aloha.............. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...NEW!_ The George Ring CHALLENGE room.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You read my story haven't you?Well if you have, count how many words there are that starts with Q! Give me the answer..... and you MAY win a trip to Qatar. That's all, folks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Post answers to My Comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contest valid until 1st October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Qatar Airways and George Ring will not be responsible if you don't go to Qatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*CHECK OUT FOR MORE GEORGE RING ACTIVITIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1077696494391992564?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1077696494391992564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1077696494391992564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1077696494391992564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1077696494391992564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-yolk-egg-twin-bird-plus-more.html' title='A Two Yolk Egg- A Twin Bird PLUS More'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI_RtDLx69Y/SNePR5r7v1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/NCb_UoeIgZo/s72-c/SSL21687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-4551602754942400687</id><published>2008-09-12T19:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:32:05.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks Before I Got The Cheque</title><content type='html'>Frustrating! I waited two week before I got my $300 cheque. ( For the Earth Competition. ) Still, I wonder why I had to wait so long. It would be wonderful to give it to me right after the competion and have the trophy! ( The cheque is still VERY important! ) But finally, I have my cheque. The faster it was banked in, the faster I could spend! Tommorow is the day..........&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to save $220. And I can spend it on...... hmmm......... books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hope next year I can get the cheque again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-4551602754942400687?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4551602754942400687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=4551602754942400687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4551602754942400687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/4551602754942400687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-weeks-before-i-got-cheque.html' title='Two Weeks Before I Got The Cheque'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-8576515338097486438</id><published>2008-08-30T13:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:29:04.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9baca5873ca960d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9baca5873ca960d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329973673%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D465E1C8F4BBBD39801AAD822398AAA9C6131B006.41521DE756F9AA85340F7B7271F5AD7470C60A8A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9baca5873ca960d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGbYLGzx2cXjF7QMGLpkvIU3AaKU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9baca5873ca960d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329973673%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D465E1C8F4BBBD39801AAD822398AAA9C6131B006.41521DE756F9AA85340F7B7271F5AD7470C60A8A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9baca5873ca960d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGbYLGzx2cXjF7QMGLpkvIU3AaKU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful......... Oh sorry, I was so engrossed in the exciting days that I forgot you were here. Two days ago, it was the finals of the Earth Stories 2008 - Storytelling Competition. I prayed that I would be 1st or 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;...... As the judges finished judging..... Guess what? I got 1st place. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; happy! There were 6 finalists in my category. I felt that everyone is a winner to be in the grand finals. The prize was a trophy and a $300 cheque! I must thank Ms K for her support and Mr S for his coaching and confidence in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Buddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoaggies&lt;/span&gt; for dinner as celebrations. It was supposed to be a treat from me, but in the end, I refused to pay as I want to keep the money. I don't think the food was really fantastic, but I still enjoy going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, it was Teachers' Day celebration at school. There was a concert and a skit about celebrating Teachers' Day. I find the skit very funny. CW also brought me to Subway. After lunch, she even bought me one Mr Midnight book. The book is so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about today. I had a Donut Empire donut for breakfast and for lunch...... CW baked a scrumptious pizza and let me drink "wine"! ( Actually, the wine is a bottle of fizzy grape juice! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read this post, you will know that I'm still using the computer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-8576515338097486438?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9baca5873ca960d7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8576515338097486438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=8576515338097486438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8576515338097486438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8576515338097486438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonderful-days.html' title='Wonderful Days'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-8814924418409727787</id><published>2008-08-26T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:10:45.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback To What Happened Last Week</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm back at last................. and I'm going to tell you the things I did last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- I did some splits anddid LOTS of work at school. I got back my spelling marks to find out that.......... you know what I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Ate a fruit at school with  a nice recess. I held a boy up after he fell. What a kind deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Stayed back at home for 2 hours as I didn't have my CCA! Stayed in the  hall and watched cartoons. ( No enrichment lessons. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- Started learning volume. What a tough lesson! Went to the library and found out that it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Strange...... I forgot what happened on Friday. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Stayed at home and started drawing. Secretly watched NICK and Mr Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Tough martial arts lesson. Went for art class. Ate at a coffee shop. Borrowed books from NLB. What nice books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- I learnt about words that were nouns but could turn into adgetives. Drank lime juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today- Ate a McDonald's breakfast. Found out that Thursday was the Earth Competition's final. Oh no! Did tons of homework..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's almost all that happened I can't remember anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-8814924418409727787?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8814924418409727787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=8814924418409727787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8814924418409727787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8814924418409727787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/08/flashback-to-what-happened-last-week.html' title='Flashback To What Happened Last Week'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-1785725056477116336</id><published>2008-08-15T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:49:53.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympics</title><content type='html'>Today I read the newspapers and found out that Micheal Phelps, a world- record holder, actually ate 12,000 calories everyday. Any other adult would only eat 2,000 calories. So why does Micheal Phelps eat so much? Even if he eats THAT much, he would still be able to burn the calories..... with his swimming. Also, at today's ping pong ball event, Li Jiawei would be taking in it. It may be the only chance for Singapore to get it's 2nd medal. The first medal  Singapore got was 48 years ago in a weightlifting event. I hope that we will have a medal this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-1785725056477116336?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1785725056477116336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=1785725056477116336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1785725056477116336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/1785725056477116336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics.html' title='The Olympics'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-7710624934766671116</id><published>2008-08-14T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:50:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Split And Disney</title><content type='html'>Today it's a holiday for me as it's the P6's oral exam. Well, I took this chance to go and eat at AMK hub. After that, I came home and CW asked me to do a split. It was pain at first, but hey, I could do it after a while! Also, I've been thinking of Disney movies. Here are some I thought of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs&lt;br /&gt;The Astrocats&lt;br /&gt;Finding NEMO&lt;br /&gt;Dumbo&lt;br /&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Lion King&lt;br /&gt;Lion King 2: Simba's pride&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story 2&lt;br /&gt;The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella 3: A Twist Of Time&lt;br /&gt;WALL- E&lt;br /&gt;Ratatouille&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and The Beast&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin 2 : Javar's Revenge&lt;br /&gt;Cars&lt;br /&gt;Monster Story&lt;br /&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;Herbie&lt;br /&gt;101 Dalmatians&lt;br /&gt;102 Dalmatians&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-7710624934766671116?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7710624934766671116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=7710624934766671116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7710624934766671116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7710624934766671116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/08/split-and-disney.html' title='The Split And Disney'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-434764340532683998</id><published>2008-08-13T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:42:17.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Things That Happened This Week</title><content type='html'>Wow, reader, there a lot of good things that happen today!&lt;br /&gt;1. Studying for only two days.&lt;br /&gt;2. Got top 4 in Earth Contest.&lt;br /&gt;3. Had 100 marks for my test.&lt;br /&gt;4. Got 100 marks for spelling.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eating a wonderful lunch.&lt;br /&gt;6. Finished homework in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would that be enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Our class now have got 84 cards for a competition.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm participating in another competion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anything more things good happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Found a $2 note. ( but did not pick it up, why? )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-434764340532683998?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/434764340532683998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=434764340532683998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/434764340532683998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/434764340532683998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-things-that-happened-this-week.html' title='The Good Things That Happened This Week'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-8136589341133141253</id><published>2008-08-08T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:32:51.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport's Day Today</title><content type='html'>Today I had a sports day at school and everyone MUST report to school by 7:10 and that's in the morning. Although my class praticed hard, we got 4th place witha limited edition school sports day badge. I also participated in a parent- child race and got in 2nd position. But the prize was only a memo pad. Before the sport's day, we also had a NDP celebration. When it was time to go back home, I was very sad but also excited. I went to KFC to eat lunch. Wow, it was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-8136589341133141253?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8136589341133141253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=8136589341133141253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8136589341133141253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/8136589341133141253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/08/sports-day-today.html' title='Sport&apos;s Day Today'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-3180861078771961477</id><published>2008-08-06T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:49:34.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross Station: The Book Of Really Gruesome Facts</title><content type='html'>Here are more yucky facts :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dogs will happily eat their own vomit.&lt;br /&gt;2.Camels have three eyelids. They need it for protection against sand and sun.&lt;br /&gt;3.One day's worth of farts is enough to blow up a baboon.&lt;br /&gt;4.Cows produce 300 times more saliva then humans!&lt;br /&gt;5.A US family was covered with urine, faeces, and toilet paper when a passing coach emptied its toilet contents onto the sunroof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Today at school I had a sport's day............. rehearsal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-3180861078771961477?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3180861078771961477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=3180861078771961477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3180861078771961477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/3180861078771961477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/08/gross-station-book-of-really-gruesome.html' title='Gross Station: The Book Of Really Gruesome Facts'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-7285948311858373868</id><published>2008-08-05T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:38:59.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross Station : The Book Of Gruesome Facts</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, I got this book called '' 1001 gruesome FACTS '' . It was quite gross. Here are some facts you might not wanna read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Abraham Lincoln's mother died after drinking milk from a cow that had eaten white snakeroot, a poisonous herb. Milk sickness killed many people in the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese Empreor Qin Shi Huang took mercury pills to give him eternel life. Unfortunately, the pills gave him mercury poisoning and killed him instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. King George II died of a heart atthack while he was in the toilet! ( gross )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-7285948311858373868?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7285948311858373868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=7285948311858373868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7285948311858373868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/7285948311858373868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/08/gross-station-book-of-gruesome-facts.html' title='Gross Station : The Book Of Gruesome Facts'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-306164664777237344</id><published>2008-07-29T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:08:21.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Competition Tommorow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Earth competition? What does that mean? You may ask that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But actually it's a storytelling contest. I've to memorise it too! It will be held in a community club, and I'm nervous. The story must be not more than *3 minutes. I've a story . It's called '' Mr Baggy '' Do you wanna hear it? Send a comment with your answer on it. It's quite cute. Our Mother  Earth is dying. Help her by not polluting the enviorment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-306164664777237344?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/306164664777237344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=306164664777237344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/306164664777237344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/306164664777237344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/07/earth-competition-tommorow.html' title='Earth Competition Tommorow'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352148179402810809.post-5100900856272736313</id><published>2008-07-28T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:35:31.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CW's Big Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CW has a big dream. What is it? To open a shop in my school's canteen! Why? The answer she gives is, '' Because I think that the food in your canteen sucks! '' She says she'll sell japenese food and add a free cup of ribena. Do you think this will come true? Maybe she's joking, maybe she's not. Who know's? She say's if one of the shop's in my canteen shut's down, she'll take over. Ohhhhh........... I hope that a single shop does not close down! What do you think, reader? Maybe you can send comments to me!!!! That is, CW's biggest, I think, dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4352148179402810809-5100900856272736313?l=anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5100900856272736313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4352148179402810809&amp;postID=5100900856272736313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5100900856272736313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352148179402810809/posts/default/5100900856272736313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anything-or-whatever.blogspot.com/2008/07/cws-big-dream.html' title='CW&apos;s Big Dream'/><author><name>George Ring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903190657318452930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
