<?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-3744230821277769142</id><updated>2011-12-18T02:49:27.477-08:00</updated><category term='Shark&apos;s Cooking'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Novels'/><category term='1.Shark&apos;s Education'/><category term='2.Season Special'/><category term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='My favourite stuff'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Festivals'/><category term='Buon Giorno'/><category term='Shark&apos;s experiments'/><category term='school'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Trips'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Habitats'/><category term='Dairy at school'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Alerts'/><category term='Germany'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Disease'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Stories in Chinese'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Restart'/><category term='I hate la paradise'/><category term='Shark&apos;s home;H2O'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Poems'/><category term='Shark&apos;s gangsta world.'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Sports'/><category term='Sharks Yo world'/><category term='Shark&apos;s Mu$i£ and art~~~~'/><title type='text'>~~The Illusion of Never-Ceasing~~</title><subtitle type='html'>If only if only, If I weren't so lonely...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-8851247650326782240</id><published>2011-12-04T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:00:40.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;20 more days to the holy day of holiness. Like I said, I thought my parents wouldn't give me presents, but I found out they were, which is pretty shocking. &amp;nbsp;I thought they were going to give me some books and deodorant, but it turns out I'm getting a pretty amazing keyboard and an earphone. &amp;nbsp;I only have 1 word to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The keyboard has 1 function that most keyboards don't have, that is it can be fold into half, quarters, you name it. It has more than 108 different sounds, and it can connect to the computer. Sweet. I'm just glad my parents get me a gift. I remember 3 months ago they said we aren't going to celebrate as we're not Christians. I told them that's not the point. I think they understood what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Christmas was exciting for the last few years. I got a bunch of model, Lego , and a Nintendo Wii. Even though we don't have a Christmas Tree, we don't mind at that point, as we got our gifts. Luckily Christmas isn't Children's day. You still get to celebrate Christmas after 13, as long there are people sending you gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;People say you can only get presents on two special days, that is your birthday and Christmas. If you want me to choose which I prefer the most, I would choose Christmas without doubt. Christmas is the best day of best days. Who can resist Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Christmas is near, the gifts as well. I guess I would just have to say, Merry Christmas to Everyone for no reason. At all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-8851247650326782240?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/8851247650326782240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=8851247650326782240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8851247650326782240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8851247650326782240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-5381378429887025760</id><published>2011-12-01T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:29:15.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title Removed Due To No Good Ideas</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do not mind the title up there. Usually I have a ton of lists for titles, but something distracts me from thinking, like this video I'm listening right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/WL-8x_1MJpU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL-8x_1MJpU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL-8x_1MJpU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I can see why people call me random. I'm easy to distract and manipulate. If I was a chess piece, I would be the pawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back to the main reason I wrote this blog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Holiday is boring, especially when someone confiscates your charger for the laptop. So basically I just lay on the couch like a potato. A deformed potato. But when I saw my cousin's website, I was amazed and stunned. Although he is still in high school (In England), he started to run a small business that earned a lot of profit for him. He even made a video in Youtube to advertise his business.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; His business inspired me to do a lot more this holiday. Something tells me that playing games all day isn't going to make me the next Steve Jobs. But I have to admit, I am a computer addict. So why not do business on the web? &amp;nbsp;I have a pretty good reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Business may sound easy, but it is pretty damn hard. You must have a good idea to start with, and when you have a brilliant idea, some other guy in your street does the same thing before you. So in many ways, composing music is the same as doing business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I considered door to door salesman, but that might end up with a lot of evil eyes. I also considered T-shirt making, but I got stuck in step 1 of making a T-Shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Prepare a T-Shirt Machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Repeat Step 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know there are many people with T-shirt machines out there, but I need some green paper to get those machines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Making money is hard, that's for sure. I only have 2 ideas left- Music Remixing and Composing. Those two are my only options because those are related to music, and that's the only thing I'm good at. But it's hard to find clients who wants to remix music, and like I said, composing is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Last year, I had a bunch of lunatic ideas that may end me up in jail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Hacking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Trolling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Spamming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Luckily, I was not happy with those business ideas, so they were left in a dark place in my head. Now to think of it, composing is quite good. It may not be perfect, but at least I won't have to spend my Christmas in jail, even though I don't get presents anymore. (Probably)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Speaking of Christmas, the only present I want is a keyboard, so that might help me in my 'career' a bit, and I could be 'entertained'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-5381378429887025760?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/5381378429887025760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=5381378429887025760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5381378429887025760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5381378429887025760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2011/12/title-removed-due-to-no-good-ideas.html' title='Title Removed Due To No Good Ideas'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3163348788271968929</id><published>2011-11-14T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T02:08:01.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy at school'/><title type='text'>Near to the End</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There's only 1 week left till school ends. 6 months ago, I would be delighted. But now, I feel complicated. Somehow, I was a part of my class now, and It's hard to leave to some other class in Form 2. Although next year I would get luck and end up with 1 or 2 people from my class, but it wouldn't be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What differs our class from other classes is that being in 1A9 is just like going into a popular drama, He digs her, she digs him etc. In this year, our class has accomplished a few prizes. One of the people in our class who got the most prizes is 'Badminton Boy', as teachers call him. I get that teachers don't appreciate his terrific skills, and only care about grades and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This class is almost as perfect as my previous class. Almost. What made our class famous was our discipline. We were known the noisiest class in Form 1, and when our class got that honorary name, people would point the finger at us monitors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Luckily&lt;/b&gt;,blaming incidents have never happened, which makes our jobs much more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Our class is packed with laughter and jokes, thanks to 'Badminton Boy', again. When a teacher says something sternly, he would always blurt out random comments, and we would all laugh so loud that our chaotic noises would overrule thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In the last week of school, we all plan to bring some 'interesting' games to school, and not &lt;strike&gt;bored&lt;/strike&gt; board game (rule out chess). We have to use this 1 week wise and nice, or we are going to end up regretting and feeling depressed for the rest of.........the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As you know, I hate regretting. So I'm bringing cards and darts, to cheer my fellow mates up this week....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3163348788271968929?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3163348788271968929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3163348788271968929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3163348788271968929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3163348788271968929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2011/11/near-to-end.html' title='Near to the End'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3816652753887723320</id><published>2011-11-10T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:59:27.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Today is a very special day, &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;, it's not my birthday, but my dad's a.k.a. Pop's. It's a very special day and I would like to dedicate a special something to him.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bQG8v8kTGs&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bQG8v8kTGs&amp;amp;feature=fvst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/2bQG8v8kTGs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bQG8v8kTGs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bQG8v8kTGs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now the akward part. Highlight the words to see. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!!!&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/3744230821277769142-3816652753887723320?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3816652753887723320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3816652753887723320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3816652753887723320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3816652753887723320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-2933693474536754119</id><published>2011-10-27T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:02:01.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Alerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My favourite stuff'/><title type='text'>Le New Gift</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; First thing, ‘Le' &amp;nbsp;stands for the, in maybe French or Portuguese. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yesterday, I took a visit to my house which I'm going to live in next year. When I stepped in my front yard, I saw five cute things that would make you spit rainbows. In front of my door, I saw 5 puppies taking a nap there. Five different breeds, no bitch (not a swear word) to take care of them, which could only mean 1 thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Abandoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It's actually kind of sad to see this scene. Who would throw puppies in front of people's house? &amp;nbsp;People with hearts made out of steel that is. OK. Among the 5 puppies, there are 2 white, 2 brown and 1 black. (The way I write the sentence above made some of my friends thought I was writing the number of races in Malaysia. Go figure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; One of the white puppies look like my dog toy at home, while the other is the type of dog you would see frequently in movies. The black puppy is a cross breed between a Rottweiler and a ________ (I think). Fill the blank space yourself). The brown puppies look pretty much the same, except one of the puppies have so much fur I thought how in the world there was a bear cub sleeping in front on my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I got my eyes laid on Mr. Dog Toy, but I couldn't take her home (Ya, its a she). You see, this is the type of time where you need to have good relationship with your parents,&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt; and I don't. I actually had to download a paragraph from Internet called 'Benefits of Adopting Dogs' to persuade my parents.l&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;luckily I have, which is an advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;[This message was edited at 23:58 P.M.] My grandparents? Only when I can go to Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3o4SzFrEa4/Tql3cHT_C-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/sF8gpg3NYKg/s1600/IMG_1657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3o4SzFrEa4/Tql3cHT_C-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/sF8gpg3NYKg/s320/IMG_1657.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRA8bhr4jl4/Tql3pGJsetI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VoLsc4TJcfc/s1600/IMG_1665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRA8bhr4jl4/Tql3pGJsetI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VoLsc4TJcfc/s320/IMG_1665.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_U_clc9gw8/Tql32S9sBKI/AAAAAAAAATE/xse5ls-SjkI/s1600/IMG_1661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_U_clc9gw8/Tql32S9sBKI/AAAAAAAAATE/xse5ls-SjkI/s320/IMG_1661.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6195dRx2n5A/Tql4BvIxXmI/AAAAAAAAATM/E7QrnooGpjQ/s1600/IMG_1671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6195dRx2n5A/Tql4BvIxXmI/AAAAAAAAATM/E7QrnooGpjQ/s320/IMG_1671.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kHpDd9g2dA/Tql4M0JM3jI/AAAAAAAAATU/thi39rIGhTs/s1600/IMG_1662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kHpDd9g2dA/Tql4M0JM3jI/AAAAAAAAATU/thi39rIGhTs/s320/IMG_1662.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So when I went to my house yesterday, there were 3 puppies, Bear, Brown and Rott. Apparently Movie Dog has been adopted by some crazy director to role the movie 'Superbuds 5'. My favourite dog has been taken away by my aunt to adopt until I move in to my mansion. Although those 3 dogs aren't what I was expecting, that didn't stop me to play with them.&lt;/superbuds&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-2933693474536754119?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/2933693474536754119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=2933693474536754119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2933693474536754119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2933693474536754119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2011/10/le-new-gift.html' title='Le New Gift'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3o4SzFrEa4/Tql3cHT_C-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/sF8gpg3NYKg/s72-c/IMG_1657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-4445148880898651608</id><published>2011-10-24T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:13:19.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Mu$i£ and art~~~~'/><title type='text'>U.N. Owen was Her?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Every single time when I open Google Chrome, the first thing I would do is press YouTube and search for&amp;nbsp;U.N. Owen was Her?. Since the first time I listened to this song through a anime parody remix, I was addicted to it. I couldn't live a day without listening to this magnificent piece. When I listen to it, it calms my mind, even it is a rather speedy theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I did some research on this song a second after I listened to it. That's how I knew Touhou. A strange way, you may say, but that is just bias towards about the other thousand people who became fans the same way. Anyways, about the research... Oh, there are just at least 500 remixes for this angelic song. It has permeated the whole Touhou community, and that means a lot.It is also a great piano piece, which is almost as hard as Circus Gallop, for the full version of the piece.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This piece is the theme song of the Touhou famous character, Flandre Scarlet, a vampire who is locked up in a mansion for 495 years. &amp;nbsp;Although she is about 500, her mind is still 7. She's the only character both creepy and cute at the same time, counting out Furbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Here is a picture of her, to support my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTfehdlzCXo/TqV_s01kY6I/AAAAAAAAASs/MxygtB8hCd4/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTfehdlzCXo/TqV_s01kY6I/AAAAAAAAASs/MxygtB8hCd4/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I've already mastered the piano version of this song. Every time I play this piece, I swear I hear a young girl laughing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A remix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/CBAxizbKkLk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBAxizbKkLk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBAxizbKkLk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The original&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/VIop055eJhU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VIop055eJhU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VIop055eJhU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My Favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/xOz-T3NPtLA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOz-T3NPtLA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOz-T3NPtLA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-4445148880898651608?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/4445148880898651608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=4445148880898651608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4445148880898651608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4445148880898651608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2011/10/un-owen-was-her.html' title='U.N. Owen was Her?'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTfehdlzCXo/TqV_s01kY6I/AAAAAAAAASs/MxygtB8hCd4/s72-c/images+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-4733438615393161304</id><published>2011-09-25T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:44:11.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Restart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>Bicycle Riding</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Waking up at 4 a.m. in the morning to participate a 'marathon' is insane. Or maybe lunatic. But why would I, completely rational, would do such a thing? Here are two reasons to let you know why would I agree to such a raw deal? Here are some (and all) reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extra 14 marks for co-curriculum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free helmet and bike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;About the bike, it is a piece of junk, no offence. My bike is the best example. When I ride my bike at home, I can ride a lot faster, but when I ride this one, either my stamina was sucked away by gravity, or I actually weigh twice I am (which is 30 something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, even though we arrived the so called square at 5:30, we had to wait until 7:00 to ride our bikes, which is the time that our Prime Minister comes. Seriously, I thought leaders were supposed to be role models. If he came late, why couldn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group was divided into two groups. The first group is the bicycle group, which get to ride bikes, and the cheering group, which get to cheer.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've got to admit, their job seems fun. Fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 minutes I rode the bicycle, I kinda found out that my bicycle wasn't exactly the word 'good'. So I rode as slow as a snail, and the cheer squad &lt;i&gt;cheered&lt;/i&gt; me like I did above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the longest 45 minutes in my life. My legs were tired, my body is sweating, and my bicycle is still the same ol' junk. I saw many people that I know pass by me. I tried to catch up. But my legs cannot bear anymore movement. When I reached the final station, I literally tossed my bike to the parking lot, and didn't even look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some coffee and cereal afterwards, and fell asleep in the bus that I thought that was never going to come, and reminding myself not to pick the wrong bike the next time I join this marathon, if there is a next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-4733438615393161304?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/4733438615393161304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=4733438615393161304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4733438615393161304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4733438615393161304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2011/09/bicycle-riding.html' title='Bicycle Riding'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-2397043087749818632</id><published>2011-09-11T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:42:57.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><title type='text'>House- 99%!!!</title><content type='html'>First things first, the percentage isn't 99%, and the number is not even close to 75%. The put the number just because they look lucky (to me).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        The house was bought about 1 year ago when it was not done yet. It will be in 3 months, which is in December. Although I wish to comfort myself in the new house, I will have to wait for 1 month until the furniture moves in, so the real time that I will move in is on January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's different about this house and the previous one is that this house is going to be designed by a PRO designer (that's what they said). Nobody would want their houses designed by somebody inexperienced (including themselves), so they just gave the job to the designers, like I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the designs once, and believe me, the designer could start her own show, know what I mean?The designs are just too wonderful. My room is no longer a room, it's a sanctuary.  A palace. A mansion.  A heaven. And many more words to describe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 months is a long time. Guess I'll just keep waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-2397043087749818632?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/2397043087749818632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=2397043087749818632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2397043087749818632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2397043087749818632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2011/09/house-99.html' title='House- 99%!!!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-8835830747538807619</id><published>2011-08-17T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T06:13:57.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy at school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>My Class</title><content type='html'>     The thing is in Form 1, the usual old class you love isn't there anymore. I have a class like that, and I think you do. Now I'm stuck in a class called 1A9. What a stupid name for a class. Just when I thought that it couldn't be worse, I realized one thing. There are only about 6 students from my previous class, and I wasn't exactly 'pals' with them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Because I was so depressed that I'm going to be lonely, I volunteered myself as assistant monitor, because that's what people do when they're depressed, they become assistants. Believe it or not, my teacher said 'yes'. Maybe it was my aura that affected her, or she was just relieved that someone volunteered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   After some time in middle school, I was no longer lonely, cause I was too busy to mind about entertainment and socializing. Anyway, here are a few people in the class who actually have jobs, unlike other people who's only job is to do homework. Ok, here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monitor: Not exactly the nicest boss in the world, as she never gives me any job to skip classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 Always leaves school 5 minutes earlier just to put a book. It ticks me off that she takes                  her annoying friend, not me.  (Don't be mistaken, I just want to go home earlier)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 &lt;a href="http://theonlyone-ming.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theonlyone-ming.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hygiene monitor: There's actually nothing to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assistant hygiene monitor: Despite being the hygiene monitor, he doesn't isn't exactly a role                                                         model. Always burps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treasurer: Green, mean fighting machine. She always fight win one boy in the class. I bet the                           boy is angry that she collects money everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secretary:  In charges of writing names of people who don't pass up their homework. Younger                         sister of the monitor. Bet she's happy writing the name of her sister down. Cause                             believe me, I would...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    &lt;a href="http://khooi1998.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://khooi1998.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No need for assistant monitor, as you know how I am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-8835830747538807619?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/8835830747538807619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=8835830747538807619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8835830747538807619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8835830747538807619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-class.html' title='My Class'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1729762958811540138</id><published>2011-06-25T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T06:25:37.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1729762958811540138?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1729762958811540138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1729762958811540138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1729762958811540138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1729762958811540138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-279545267184914094</id><published>2011-06-15T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:17:47.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.Shark&apos;s Education'/><title type='text'>My Favourite Teacher</title><content type='html'>He always makes us laugh with his funny jokes. He teaches us things in life, not just things in life. He treats us like his friends, he cares and asks things we happen in life. He is our beloved teacher, Jason Smart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Jason Smart was the teacher who I dreamed of. We never have to call him 'sir' or 'teacher', he insists us calling his name 'Jason' instead. He doesn't just teaches us with boring old textbooks, but he also brings us to the outdoors frequently so we cam learn more stuff. For example in Earth Day, he doesn't just teaches us how to save the earth, but he actually &lt;b&gt;takes&lt;/b&gt; us to save the earth. We went out that day to pick up and clear the rubbish nearby our area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Jason also has a good sense a humour. If you pass a class where you can hear many laughing noises in my school, it's sure our class. His ability to can joke while teaching us never makes school boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Jason also teaches things lively. For example, when he teaches us maths, he doesn't use boring' old papers, but he lets us learn to how to solve the Rubix Cube instead. I have to say honestly, it does improve my logic, and I finally knew one thing from learning the Rubix Cube: Everything has a formula, or whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Jason is not only good at teaching us in our studies, but he is also good at teaching us at sports too. Jason is a born footballer. In fact, everytime at P.E., he teaches us football. He has also opened a class just so he can teach us football, and it costs barely nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Although we love him teaching us, but he can't teach us forever. In 2009 September, we had to say goodbye to him. Although he isn't our teacher anymore, but we will always agree he is a good teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-279545267184914094?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/279545267184914094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=279545267184914094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/279545267184914094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/279545267184914094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-favourite-teacher.html' title='My Favourite Teacher'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-4429735525274524091</id><published>2010-12-23T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:10:23.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Trips'/><title type='text'>Garden of Lions</title><content type='html'>Few days ago, I went to a tourist spot in SuZhou named Shi Zi Ling, which means Garden of Lions in Chinese. There are obviouslly no lions in the 600 hundred old garden, just about 100 lion-like rocks which are placed almost everywhere in the antique garden.&lt;br /&gt;I bought tickets which costs 15 yuan to go inside the fancy garden. It is said that an emporer was once lost in this gigantic garden. I was almost lost too. I walked about 2 hours in this gardens. Besides the lion-like rocks, there is also a huge maze made out of again lion-like rocks which is as big as a mini-mountain.&lt;br /&gt;There is a pagoda at the center of the lake called Hu Xin Ting, which means the pagoda in the middle of the lake (duh,). There is also a pagoda which a emperor once went before and gave its name, Zhen Qu Ting. Its name was once Zhen You Qu Ting, which means fun pagoda, but the You in the name was taken away because it was too goofy.&lt;br /&gt;After buying a book at the souvenir store, I went back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-4429735525274524091?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/4429735525274524091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=4429735525274524091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4429735525274524091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4429735525274524091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/12/garden-of-lions.html' title='Garden of Lions'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3426222147746195567</id><published>2010-12-09T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T06:03:50.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s experiments'/><title type='text'>Chang Zhou- Dinosaur Park</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to a fun park, called Dinosaur Park. This isn't one of those boring museums like Natural History Museum,  or any cheesy playgrounds that you can see anywhere. This is a theme park,  that is as fun as Lego land and Disney Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This park includes as much as 20 rides, from roller coaster to water slides. To ride all of the rides, you need to be at least 150cm tall. Besides the fun rides, there are also other stuff like Elephant Show, Bird Show, Seal Show and 4D Cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are kiddie rides, like King Kong, and exciting rides, like the 'Big Windmill' which rotates 360 degrees while its speed is about 40km/h. There are about 40 souvenir shops and snack bars, which sells many meals that will fill up your hungry belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After riding the cool rides, you can always go to the Dinosaur Museum, which contains real fossils and helpful information.  The sad news is, the park closes at 5:00 o'clock in winter which is now, so if you wanna ride all the rides, you have to come here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3426222147746195567?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3426222147746195567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3426222147746195567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3426222147746195567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3426222147746195567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/12/chang-zhou-dinosaur-park.html' title='Chang Zhou- Dinosaur Park'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-2838556140134935734</id><published>2010-12-06T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:20:07.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>2nd Day in Hang Zhou</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 8:00 o’clock, which was a pretty hard thing to do because of last night watching movies and television series at the hotel. After eating breakfast at the Chinese fast food restaurant besides the hotel, then I went on the bus to go to today’s destination——Long Jing Village, which was famous for its tea, Long Jing tea. It took 45 minutes via bus, and 15 minutes via car, which is also known as the local taxi to a place near the village. I walked up the village through a road which the Emperor Kang Xi had took a walk before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking up to the village, I went to a restaurant, and ate some local food, which included sour and sweet fish, Dong Bo Pork, and some kind of chicken soup that I’m not familiar with. After eating, I went down with a ‘local’ taxi to a bridge which is very long. I bought a handmade kite which costs 50 Yen and broke after 30 minutes by someone who was clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking pass the bridge, I went to rent a bike, but I couldn’t because you have to make a special card for it, which the place to make it is 20 minutes away from here. So I didn’t rent the bike, instead I went to a grand restaurant which has many good steak. After eating steak and drinking milkshake there for about 2 hours, I went back to the hotel and got a good night’s sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-2838556140134935734?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/2838556140134935734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=2838556140134935734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2838556140134935734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2838556140134935734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/12/2nd-day-at-hang-zhou.html' title='2nd Day in Hang Zhou'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-2291775163270256213</id><published>2010-12-04T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T05:52:22.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>At Hang Zhou 1/2</title><content type='html'>I arrived China this Thursday, via train to Kuala Lumpur from Penang, and to Hang Zhou via Air Asia. I travelled at Hang Zhou before arriving my destination- Su Zhou, which is 2 hours away from here, Hang Zhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On the first day at Hang Zhou, I checked in into a three-stared hotel which has many good shows on TV (Really, with nice drama and movies).  After putting the luggage and bags, I went for a stroll at XiHu Lake. When it was 5 o'clock, the sky already got pretty dark. And then some guy begin selling some simple but fun lighted-toys that you play it by tossing it in the air with a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Although it was about 5 yen, but people were literally rushing to by that toy. By seven o'clock, the whole sky at the park is lighted by that toy. At eight o'clock, I watched a boring show of fountains just because many people were there prepared to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After eating some beef noodles, I went to bed at room 317.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-2291775163270256213?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/2291775163270256213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=2291775163270256213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2291775163270256213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2291775163270256213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/12/at-hang-zhou-12.html' title='At Hang Zhou 1/2'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-4229337869053922642</id><published>2010-11-25T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T03:29:37.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Holidays</title><content type='html'>Now that the school days are over, the so called 'fun' holidays come. But holidays are not always fun. Sometimes they can be boring and like the usual school days. You will know what I mean by looking down "Anonymous's"  average holiday day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:30: Wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00: Breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00:Tution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:00:___ Class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:00: Lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:00: Play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:00: Study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:00: TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00: Dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00: Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got only one fact wrong, the fact that this kind of holiday is not as boring as the usual school days, its more boring and more bad than the usual school days!!! I think Anonymous would rather not have the holidays if he actually had to follow the time table up there!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, my holiday is just about the same, without the tuition and more computer time. But still, it was boring to stay at home listening songs and playing games. Even though I love playing games, but it becomes boring if you do it every day. All I want is to go out and go shopping or rent some tapes, go to fun fairs, but sadly, my wish just cant come true... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways, a few days later, I'm going to China for 1 month which has a lot of places to play, so my holidays wouldn't be so boring, like staying at home watching TV.  Imagine a whole holiday watching TV!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-4229337869053922642?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/4229337869053922642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=4229337869053922642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4229337869053922642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4229337869053922642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-holidays.html' title='School Holidays'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-290251149614210297</id><published>2010-11-16T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:30:55.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>Farewell ceremony</title><content type='html'>Today is the day which the Farewell Ceremony is celebrated. Of all of the days I've been through, today was the saddest. If you have never been through all of this, you will never understand why this is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the sixth Fun &amp;amp; Games class, our class monitor called us to line up outside the class. All of us know whats going on. Its the ceremony that every Year 6 student has been through before——the Farewell Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in the school hall, we saw all props and things are already putted in place and order. After 20 minutes we reached there, the principal lectured a speech about leaving and being useful to the country and all that stuff. Afterwards, its show time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't relax time for us volunteers. We have to give teachers and the students drinks, yummy food, forks and spoon while they sit there and enjoy the shows that the students prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of the shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance of Oh! by Girls Generation and We're All In This Together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance of some random Chinese song which I keep forgetting its name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solo of the song Tong Hua &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance of the song Nobody But You which made me tremble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And pretty much I can remember, that's all of the shows. Although there were only 4 shows, but we got to enjoy the nice fried rice which has eggs and cucumber in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the shows, some random girl from a random class gave a speech about thanking the teachers and all that. Then, we have to sing sad songs about leaving. About 5 people wept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards, our school celebrity——Tan Jia Wei, who has won many international and country badminton tournaments, told his story about his training and his tournament story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, the Farewell Ceremony ended. We have to walk around the hall and shake hands with all of the teachers at school, while they congratulated us with short, but meaningful words. 90% of the girls cried, and 40% (including me）of the boys cried, not just because of their iron grip, and the sad song, it's because the thought that we will never get to see our fellow mates and teachers again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 5 minutes that most of the people cried, was the saddest 5 minutes I've ever been through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards, we sadly walked back class in order, scrubbing our eyes and thinking of memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-290251149614210297?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/290251149614210297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=290251149614210297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/290251149614210297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/290251149614210297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/11/farewell-ceremony.html' title='Farewell ceremony'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-4064012687048895569</id><published>2010-11-10T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T04:17:11.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Restart'/><title type='text'>UPSR results countdown: 1 day</title><content type='html'>We've finished the horribly dreadful exam called UPSR which kills our cells. We've been happy in school, until now, which is just 1 day left till the doomsday. Some say this is the Final Judgment. Some say this is worst than the prophecy of 2012. But for me? This is just a ordinary school exam which we have every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth? I was terrified. I prayed and prayed that I can get 7As. I even made a human sacrifice (not really) to the gods to give me good results. I even hoped that the machine broke down or that the one who corrected my exam has lost my exam paper, and he/she would be responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it wouldn't work anyways. So I've been chilling out by surfing the Internet, watching videos and listening to songs. I don't really see it in their faces, but I'm sure that everyone is scared and stressed just as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's no point of being scared or stressed. It's pointless. Being scared and stressed doesn't give you points in the UPSR exam, so does crying and cursing, which some people do. So I keep telling myself, hey, what the point, its not that important anyways. I know it's not &lt;em&gt;important&lt;/em&gt;, but someone obviously does. Like some middle schools.... Now hold it right there. I'm not criticizing them so please don't get the idea of suing me, because I know that experience, and don't start it over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how should I not be worried? Plus, there is a terrible news about 100 Chinese Writing examintion papers of a teacher, none of them gone an A. If I wont get the chance to choose what middle school I want to go to, I will not meet my friends. Those two reasons are good enough to give me a major headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will have to stop writing. The stress gave me a flu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-4064012687048895569?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/4064012687048895569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=4064012687048895569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4064012687048895569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4064012687048895569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/11/upsr-results-countdown-1-day.html' title='UPSR results countdown: 1 day'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3685448575584626252</id><published>2010-11-01T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T05:11:41.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Alerts'/><title type='text'>That Damn Spotcheck!</title><content type='html'>"Newsflash everyone, spot check!" That sentence made everyone who brought forbidden items to school (including me) shocked. Let me get this straight. We know we shouldn't be takinng to school those items, but one of us asked the teacher that if we could bring them, and she agreed, but he forgot to tell us it was only for Children's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us used recess time to hide those things away. But me? I got the news a bit late. So I had to hide my big box of cards in class, which is nearly impossible with the class monitor in the class. So I had to wait my chance. Finally, when the monitors were'nt in the class, I putted my big fat box up the cupboard with a bucket covering it. When I thought I was safe, one of my friends when careless, and he got caught, and his 2 deck of cards which cost a lot is taken away. He sulked, which he never before. Meantime, the co-head prefect is arguing with the co-class monitor, which isn't a nice scene. I think she told the co-class monitor not to be such big-headed, then the third world war began. They never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While borrowing my friends watch counting the time till end of school, I realized my friend, who has gone practicing for the school play has forgot to hide his cards. I wasn't gonna let him to be the next victim. So I hid it at a place that no one would ever know~~~~my water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for spot check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirements: A non-transparent water bottle which has a big lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink all your water.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make sure your water bottle is dry.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put your forbidden item in it&lt;br /&gt;4. Wait until school ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people hid theirs in books, shoes, under fans, and the third floor which noone goes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the principal came in and told us about bringing things we should not bring and bla bla bla bla bla bla bla and she would give us another chance, so that means we can get our items back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us took our items from where we hid back. We thanked god that our things werent taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: There's no chance of taking it back if it is taken away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3685448575584626252?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3685448575584626252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3685448575584626252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3685448575584626252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3685448575584626252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-damn-spotcheck.html' title='That Damn Spotcheck!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7087271759404401811</id><published>2010-10-29T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T07:39:50.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childrens Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Childrens Day. Although this is supposed to be &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; day, but this isn't exactly our happiest Childrens Day out of all the Childrens Day we've been through, because of one reason. This is the last Children's Day we'll ever celebrate. Even though we are still not-adults under the age of 18, but for some reason, they never let us celebrate Children's Day when you're 13 years old or higher, but lets just skip the sad stuff. Here's what happened at our last Children's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at school pretty late, which is 7:15. Everybody had arrived. It I hadn't reserve my seat yesterday, I had to sit somewhere else which maybe next to a weird. So I sit next to my best friend. I putted my container filled with jelly on the table, which is full with champagne, food and etc., then I used the remaining time before the boring o' speech to play Yu-Gi-Oh with my friend, which is quite popular in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:15, we had to line up and go to the school hall and listen the principal and the important guests taking speeches. I didn't exactly hear what they had said, because I was busying checking my nails. After 30 minutes, we finally can get back to our class, but we cant eat yet. We have to wait the "important" guests to come and eat something first, then we can eat. When the guests left, I took out my bowl and cup and filled it with fries, fried chicken, tempura, soft drinks and champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating and drinking and retain consciousness from a major brainfreeze, we had a class singing competition, which only 3 boys and 1 pair of girls (which is counted as 1) participated. We voted the person who is our friend, so basiclly nobody listened to what they are singing. The girls have won, for 1 particualar reason. Girls &gt;Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, were free. Some of us played cards, danced, played Monopoly and chatted. It went on about 2 hours. Then, the teacher organized a game for us, which is called "Find the General". The teacher told me to be the general for a couple of times, but luckily, I refused, or I would make a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:25 was when the gamed ended. We recieved a bag from the school which was contained with snacks and treats, then went home happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a boring Children's Day does it? Actually, its already good enough to celebrate it like this. I heard that some classes still have to have lessons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-7087271759404401811?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/7087271759404401811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=7087271759404401811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7087271759404401811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7087271759404401811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/10/childrens-day.html' title='Childrens Day'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-6370288497269005407</id><published>2010-10-27T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T06:44:47.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Alerts'/><title type='text'>New Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MOON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 October 2010, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there is a disease roaming around primary schools, especially grade 5 and 6. Almost everybody in the class (including me) has got the disease, called Disease L, a.k.a lovesick.  The first victim of this disease is a boy and a girl 9 months ago, but that disease didn't spread far, until the day 24 September 2010, which is the day the UPSR had officially ended, this disease began to spread far and far, until 90% of the class got this horrible disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell that a person has been infected by this disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school scientists tells it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The common symptoms of the male victims of Disease L are ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he meets the girl he likes, he cant speak anything but Uh....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he meets the girl he likes, look at his face or ears. They will be unusually red*.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                    *Symptoms may vary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information obtained from Anonymous User IP ********** YouTube Comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no remedy is known to cure this disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effects of the disease: The victims (if rejected)'s brain power will decrease. They will become  pessimistic.  If serious, they will think of ways to take revenge or they will be emos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prevent school students and you becoming emos, contact Mrs. Tan (09-123573828) for Disease L prevention shots. Each shots cost  5 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by *****,&lt;br /&gt;Doctor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-6370288497269005407?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/6370288497269005407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=6370288497269005407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6370288497269005407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6370288497269005407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-disease.html' title='New Disease'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7539578359363524166</id><published>2010-09-26T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T02:28:48.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPSR over!</title><content type='html'>UPSR ended with loud cheers at 23th of September,3:45. Everybody were very happy, and bragged about how long they can play computer games or what they will get after the UPSR. Me? I did the old-fashion way, scribble on the blackboard. The teachers won't mind anyway, UPSR is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the happiness can't last very long. They still have to worry about their UPSR results, me? Not so much. These are my current results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 97.5%&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Writing:???&lt;br /&gt;Malay:87.5%&lt;br /&gt;Malay Writing:???&lt;br /&gt;English:???&lt;br /&gt;Math:???&lt;br /&gt;Science:About 80%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for Chinese Writing and Science, I believe I will get A's on the other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw people crying after the teachers told them their results. Not a very nice thing to see. I even feel sorry for them when the day that the UPSR results are unleashed. But what can we do for now? We can only hope and pray that the machine breaks down or the teachers that our exam papers are sent to aren't strict...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-7539578359363524166?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/7539578359363524166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=7539578359363524166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7539578359363524166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7539578359363524166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/09/upsr-over.html' title='UPSR over!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-2221520513291657308</id><published>2010-09-08T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T03:03:53.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Stories in Chinese'/><title type='text'>运动鞋的自述</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  2010年9月6日，&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;我死了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;我是Adidas P-w9Rwy8173, 一个不快乐的鞋。出生之后，被送入一间在美国并叫做ADIDAS店。我被放入一个玻璃柜里，给大家参观我的同类,并选择购买他们。我的朋友也因此而感谢我，让他们有机会被别人购买。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;开始，我非常地开心，因为这样我可以长生不老——我不会被那些不懂珍惜东西的小孩穿破，不会被那些千金小姐应为肮脏了一点儿被丢掉，更不会被那些又脏又臭的脚给弄脏呢！可是，我这样的快乐可维持多久呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;渐渐的，我的朋友一个一个地走了，而我呢，就只呆在一个位置，没有朋友陪伴我，没有人关心我，我非常地孤单。那些新来的鞋，根本都不理睬我，把我当作透明的。我的鞋纹，都被我的眼泪弄湿了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;我的鞋纹每天越来越多，模样也越来越丑。我现在才知道，长生不老一点儿也不好。我有多么希望可以走出去着一个玻璃柜啊！我甚至连重生都甘愿呢！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;一天，店主见到我破了，便把我带到焚场烧了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;我很开心，因为结束了我生不如死的一生。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Copyright 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-2221520513291657308?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/2221520513291657308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=2221520513291657308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2221520513291657308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2221520513291657308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='运动鞋的自述'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7900097470158130635</id><published>2010-08-29T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T05:35:18.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Trips'/><title type='text'>Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Last Friday, the school took us(44 pupils who got good results in the exam) to a trip to U-Park, which is at Penang. We went there at 7:oo o'clock in the morning, on a fully air-conditioned bus. We arrived there about 30 minutes, at a temple called Ji Le Shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We had to climb the mountains, which was a very tiring task. Most of us need to buy a drink with our own money. We came down the hill with a cable car, which was way more relaxing than climbing up the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Later, we went to our destination- U-Park. It was fun there with all our classmates and friends. There were monkeys there, and they tried to attack us. We also ate some food that everybody but me had brought.  There were Kit-Kat, cake and sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   U-Park had lots of things to let us play. Unfortunately, it started to rain. So we had to go early. We went to a park with monkeys fooling around later. We rode on a tram which can contain 20 people. Later, we went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lunch was at a buffet restaurant at Komtar. I had myself a plate of fried prawns, fries, chicken legs, Ais Kacang, curry noodles and a cup of juice. Afterwards, we went on the bus to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-7900097470158130635?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/7900097470158130635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=7900097470158130635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7900097470158130635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7900097470158130635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/08/trip.html' title='Trip'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-6592764580884212223</id><published>2010-08-14T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:17:26.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Stories in Chinese'/><title type='text'>Essay</title><content type='html'>2010年9月15日                星期二               晴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸爸因谋杀他人的罪名关在监狱里，不知何时可回来。如果他能陪我，妈妈与弟弟就好了。今天，妈妈告诉我和弟弟，爸爸今天能和我们一起吃晚餐。但是，妈妈说到一半就哭了，不知是喜是悲。我心里当时想：啊！莫非。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得去年，老师曾经告诉过我们，当一个犯人被关在监狱里数年而突然能和他的家人一起吃饭，那代表他的死期快到了。我当时想到这儿，心都快碎了。我想神祈祷，不能让爸爸死啊，不能让爸爸死啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，事情已无法改变了。当我向妈妈问真相是，才发觉，我刚才的一切不是幻想，而是事实。听到了真相后，我整个人倒在了地上，昏了过去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我和爸爸见面时，我的眼泪已掉在了地上。因为我知道，这是我与爸爸最后一次的晚餐，这一个过后，就没有下一个了。我拉着爸爸到饭桌去，然他想用人生中最后一次的晚餐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们吃晚餐时，没有一个人说话，只听到年纪幼小的弟弟说：“爸爸，你即使有可以回来吃饭？”弟弟说完后，爸爸、妈妈与我掉下了眼泪。这是弟弟问：“为什么爸爸，妈咪和弟弟哭？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;饭吃一半时，我以抑制不住我的心情，不由自主地和俄爸爸说：“爸爸！你不能死啊！没有了你，我们如何我生活啊？”当我说完那一句话，我碗中的饭已成了粥。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃完晚餐后，爸爸默默地随着警察走了。我永远都看不到爸爸了。永远。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一顿晚餐，是我人生中最难忘的晚餐。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-6592764580884212223?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/6592764580884212223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=6592764580884212223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6592764580884212223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6592764580884212223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/08/essay.html' title='Essay'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1018053926623315325</id><published>2010-08-08T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:21:18.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.Shark&apos;s Education'/><title type='text'>Exam Month</title><content type='html'>New record in our school. Two exams a month! One is at the 2nd to the 5th of August, the other one is the 21st to the 24th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  To tell you the truth its not as stressful as it used to be. In other words, I'm getting used to it. Just two more exams and Poof! The rest of the months is 6th grader's. At that time, no more tution, no more science, no more stress and the best thing is, no more homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When we go to school, we go and get fun.... for 2 months! All our classes will be 'Fun' class. And they teach us fun! And of course first I have to face the UPSR, which is 41 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The exams seem to get easier and easier each time, and there is a reason, and a pretty good one. The answer is: You improve! So i have 70% confidence to score 7A's in UPSR. The other 30%, is because of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, I have to go. I still have 2 homework left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1018053926623315325?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1018053926623315325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1018053926623315325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1018053926623315325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1018053926623315325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/08/exam-month.html' title='Exam Month'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-288032576785208366</id><published>2010-08-01T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:53:19.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.Shark&apos;s Education'/><title type='text'>Stress...</title><content type='html'>One month left til the UPSR. Looks like I have to prepare harder and harder... In case of emergency. The last UPTP result was disappointing. Only 4 people in my grade got 7A's, 8 people in my class got an A in English. Hopefully the next UPTP (which is on Tuesday) will be easy. I didn't prepare much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The homework in school is increasing. Now we have to write an essay twice a week. There is also a new program in Malay class, which is the "Pop quiz". The teacher asks us some question from the book, and we have to answer it. This may sound easy, but it's not. Some questions are tricky, and if you answer it wrong, you will lose a mark. The person with the most marks will get a prize at a certain time. I am the 1st place, which is approximately 116 points(marks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The science teacher is getting stricter. If you leave an answer question blank you will get a caning in the hand. Sounds tough. A student set a record of 5 questions, and the scene he was caned, not very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All the art classes had been taken away...for English, due to the reason up there. Ay, all the fun will be delayed till October. Guess I'll have to wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-288032576785208366?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/288032576785208366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=288032576785208366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/288032576785208366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/288032576785208366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/08/stress.html' title='Stress...'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-2894816867006135454</id><published>2010-07-04T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T07:42:31.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Stories in Chinese'/><title type='text'>天蓝色的彼岸</title><content type='html'>在众多书籍当中，我最喜欢的书来自英国的艾利克斯・希尔写的《天蓝色的彼岸》。这一本书让我印象深刻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一本书的大纲是关于主人公小男孩哈里因车祸去了另一个世界，正等着去天蓝色的彼岸，但他还挂念着家人，却又不知如何传达他的心声，直到他碰上一个叫阿瑟的幽灵。阿瑟带着哈里偷偷溜回人间，来向亲人和朋友们告别，并向他们表示歉意和爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;读完这一本书后，我领悟到决不要在你怨恨的时候让太阳下山。这句话的意思是说，在你睡觉前，决不能生气或敌视任何人，特别是不要敌视你所爱的人，因为你有可能今天晚上一躺下，明天早晨就再也起不来了，就像哈里在临死之前说"我们走着瞧，我们走着瞧！我这次可算是恨上你，恨上你们了！我再也不会回来了！" 果然，他再也不回来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;读完这一本书，我突然觉得活着有多么的好，即便是不快乐也应该随遇而安。因为我们毕竟还在活着。毕竟我们还在健康的活着。可以爱着我们爱的人，恨着我们恨的人。而小男孩哈里却因车祸去了另一个世界，正等待着去天蓝色的彼岸。在剧烈的疼痛过后，随之而来的是剧烈的苦恼。对于生和死的轮回使年轻的哈里对生命的感悟一次又一次的蜕变。于是他开始怀念着曾经所有的一切，并在循回渐进中懂得了生命的真谛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　这是一部感人至深，触动灵魂、人性的寓言。 你不妨读一读。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-2894816867006135454?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/2894816867006135454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=2894816867006135454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2894816867006135454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2894816867006135454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='天蓝色的彼岸'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1282763451692684081</id><published>2010-06-26T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T08:18:32.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Stories in Chinese'/><title type='text'>不要换课！</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“铃—”上课的铃声响了，我和同学们高高兴兴地进入课室，因为&lt;/span&gt;今天有我们最喜欢上的课&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;———&lt;/span&gt;美术节啊！所以同学们都显得特别开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  当第一节——美术节开始时，我们都不见美术老师进来。五分钟后，科学老师进入了我们的班。同学们都非常地惊讶，心想：现在不是美术节，科学老师怎么会进来呢？我举手问道：“老师，现在是美术节，你怎么进来呢？” 科学老师回答我：“我向他借节了。”那时，同学们都不约而同地发出叹声，直到老师说：“你们全部都给我闭嘴！”老师虽然平息了课室里的吵闹声，却无法平息同学们心里的愤怒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 下课时，有几位同学在课室里打算要向老师投诉，并讨回同学们学们所喜欢的美术节。这几位同学当中包括了我与我的好朋友丝豪。我们理直气壮地走向科学老师，并向他讨回“公道”。哪知道他冷冷地回答：“UPSR有考美术么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们垂头丧气地走回班上。当我们走入课室，看到同学们无精打采，好像泄了气似的。班上还有几位同学讲科学老师的坏话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 上课时，几乎没有什么东西能让他们感兴趣了。连我们班上的开心果吴泓侃也愁眉苦脸了。甚至有一些同学趴再桌字上打瞌睡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 我与班上的同学想对老师们说：&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”请不要借节！“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1282763451692684081?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1282763451692684081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1282763451692684081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1282763451692684081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1282763451692684081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='不要换课！'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-4856609627832098809</id><published>2010-06-24T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T06:15:40.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>A visit to the cinema</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, me and approximately 40 pupils (Each class 7 students that did well in the exams) and teachers went to the cinema as a reward of our good exam results (That's the reason why exams aren't that bad). We went there not to just watch a movie, we also watched how they broadcast the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered at school at about 10:00 o'clock. Then, we went to Pacific (A shopping center) in an air-conditioned bus. We arrived there in a short time of 15 minutes. The cinema people took us into a room that writes 'Do Not Enter' on the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw how hard it was to broadcast the movies, and believe me, you have to be a professional to do this hard job. Amazingly enough, 2 seconds of a movie needs 58 frames, not just the cartoons. A smile in the cartoons take about 58 frames. It doesn't just take talent to be an actor, it also needs $. They showed us how to stick back broken frames. They used TAPE. But if you try to tear the frames apart, you will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the visiting, It was movie time. We got to watch the movie "The Karate Kid", which i like pretty much. Not just that. The teachers also got us a huge bottle of coke and a pack of popcorn.  The show was about 1 hour and a half, and all the people in the cinema loved it. I would give it a 9.0/10.0 review, although it was a remake of an old movie, but this remake is different. Halfway through the movie, all of us had already finished our popcorn and coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, the bus came by and took us home. And that was the end of the trip to the cinema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-4856609627832098809?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/4856609627832098809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=4856609627832098809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4856609627832098809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4856609627832098809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/06/visit-to-cinema.html' title='A visit to the cinema'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-2166070888354065082</id><published>2010-05-29T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T02:51:43.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.Shark&apos;s Education'/><title type='text'>Examantion Result Unleashed...again.</title><content type='html'>My examination result was just known tlast Thursday. To say, I have improved a lot compared to &lt;a href="http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/03/exam-result-unleashed.html"&gt;the last one.&lt;/a&gt; Maybe it was too easy, or was it just luck?? The Penang Goverment has created this exam. Maybe the Penang Goverment doesn't know what we have learnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese Comprehension: 90%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese Writing:88.33%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malay Comprehension:92.5%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malay Writing:74%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;English:91.25%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths:98%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Science:86%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Science(English Version):86%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geography:90%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moral:99%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rank in class:3/44&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rank in grade:3/287&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 people in the class got the same rank, which was the 5th place. As a reward, the teachers will take some students that were good at the exam to the cinema to see how they make movies,watch a movie, and maybe go bowling! That's why exams are not so bad. If you are the winner, you enjoy; if you are the loser, you suffer (from the cane).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And sorry about not posting for such a long time. I haven't got time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-2166070888354065082?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/2166070888354065082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=2166070888354065082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2166070888354065082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2166070888354065082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/05/examantion-result-unleashedagain.html' title='Examantion Result Unleashed...again.'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-8064265421292390782</id><published>2010-04-18T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T03:15:09.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>Badminton</title><content type='html'>Yesterday guess where I've been at 4:30-6:30? Ans: Badminton Court. Now I have a extra class at Saturday-Badminton. I'm not good at badminton, in fact, I don't even know how to get started! But that's not the point I have to go there. It seems that my body is too weak that I have to join a sport quickly...or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I tried to talk out of it, because I do not like sports. But, If I didn't, I won't be surfing the Internet on the weekends. So,(sigh) I have to go no matter what. When I went there, I have to warm up, and I'm pretty sure I must have twisted a bone or two. After that, It's group sorting time. I ended up in the boring-est group, which we have to try to start a ball (or those furry thingies). I always did something wrong and then the teachers come to correct me. I'm stuck in this for about two hours.  But the group didn't turn out that bad, the others were worse. I was exhausted. I haven't sweat like this for....months. After that, It was competing time. I found out that hitting a &lt;em&gt;ball is much easier than starting a &lt;/em&gt;ball. That lasted for about half an hour then the class is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I went home, my stomach began to ache. It probably was because I drank some water when I was doing some hard exercise. Then, it got nasty. It ached so much that I had to punch it to get the pain away. And today...I had a flu. I may be because of I slept at 12:00 yesterday.. or it amy be the symtomps that the flu (which I always have) might be gone. Whatever it is, I've learnt something after I went to the badminton calss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.How to start a ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do not drink water during exercises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Badminton may bring me flu (or might cure my flu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-8064265421292390782?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/8064265421292390782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=8064265421292390782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8064265421292390782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8064265421292390782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/04/badminton.html' title='Badminton'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-5142828866962060153</id><published>2010-04-11T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:22:21.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory!!</title><content type='html'>The Public Speaking had just ended yesterday. Guess which place I am???? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Second place!!! I've had lost to a Indian (Not American Indians, Indian Indians) at the second part. What was the second part about?? It goes like this. The judges give you a title without letting the others know then use your skills to talk about it in the other room so no contestant would hear what is the title. You get 4 minutes to think, and 3 minutes to speak. I had to talk about transportation, and believe me, it wasn't pretty. I only spoke about 5 sentences, then I'm blank. It's really hard to think of a paragraph in 4 minutes. I don't know how the other ones did it, I just couldn't. I guess I would just have to practise and practise until I get 1st place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a second place trophy. I wasn't dissapointed that I only got the second place trophy. Why? Because they are all the same! Only the colors and the words have changed. The hieght and size remain the same. I'll show you a picture of the trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/S8F3Vwsug1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/XwNR-R_AtB8/s1600/IMG_7484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458775439083209554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/S8F3Vwsug1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/XwNR-R_AtB8/s320/IMG_7484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  See, small isn't it? Probably because the school has ran out of money to the trophies! Oh, yeah. The Chinese Speech Competition's result would be known at Monday. I think I know who would win. (A teacher told to somebody then he kepps spreading to others). I need to put this trophy in a bag. I would need it on Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Se ya soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-5142828866962060153?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/5142828866962060153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=5142828866962060153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5142828866962060153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5142828866962060153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/04/victory.html' title='Victory!!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/S8F3Vwsug1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/XwNR-R_AtB8/s72-c/IMG_7484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-6475675572784667743</id><published>2010-04-03T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:34:10.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Alerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.Season Special'/><title type='text'>The contest...is about to come</title><content type='html'>What contest? Public speaking (duh) and Chinese Speech Contest (Is is it's name?). They are close.... I mean real close. The Chinese Speech Contest is at the 8th of April and the Public Speaking is at the 10th of April, which is only a &lt;strong&gt;week&lt;/strong&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more stressed than the others, cause I've gotta memorize two long texts, at once! It's really hard, even without my memory shortage. 2 of them are one and a half pages long. Even if I memorized them all, I still have to put in it 'different accents' and stuff. But there is one good thing. That is I don't have to have do the spelling on every Friday which I always fail until the competition ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing I'm worried about is the Chinese Speech Competition. It's only 5 days away and I'm not even done with the last part. I really need to memorize it all or I will get a free ticket to listen a speech of responsibility and laziness. It's either listen, or memorize.  Now the teachers are guiding us to a way to win. But there are 8 people taking part of the competition in our class, and there are only 6 prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point taking part of the competion isn't not only about the prizes, but it is about the training of bravery and courage. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-6475675572784667743?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/6475675572784667743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=6475675572784667743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6475675572784667743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6475675572784667743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/04/contestis-about-to-come.html' title='The contest...is about to come'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7299670207836287633</id><published>2010-03-28T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T06:43:19.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Exam Result - Unleashed!!!</title><content type='html'>You know why I didn't post anything for a long time? It's the exam's fault!!! I haven't got a single chance to post until it finished. While now that it has finish, I'm glad I can have a break now, although the teachers told us not to rest until we aim the best. So these are my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese Comprehension&lt;/strong&gt;: 87.5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese Writing&lt;/strong&gt;: 85%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;: 90% (Not the highest, ashamed, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malay Comprehension&lt;/strong&gt;: 90% (Highest, suprised, shocked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malay Writing&lt;/strong&gt;: 79% (Just one mark to A!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt;(Chinese): 90%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;: 84% (Phew!)&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics(English): 97%&lt;br /&gt;Civic (Probably it's name): 90%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The bold ones are the subjects that only count. So that means 6A 1B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking in class:3/44&lt;br /&gt;Ranking in grade:4/???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad I improved! But if I de-improve I will just sit in a corner over there -----&gt;                      ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my brother, go click his website. You will see a &lt;strong&gt;bit&lt;/strong&gt; of difference between we two. After this exam, things went great, even for my brother. We get to get a treat, a big big treat. Like today we just went to Pizza Hut and ate a whole lot of pizza that you won't even recognize me anymore! (Not really, I still look the same no matter how much I eat) But the point is, I'm both afraid and excited about exam. If I'm getting better, you can see me smiling whole day. But if I'm getting worse, you can see me shivering wondering what's going on with me. It's because I don't even know what the people will even say about me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-7299670207836287633?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/7299670207836287633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=7299670207836287633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7299670207836287633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7299670207836287633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/03/exam-result-unleashed.html' title='Exam Result - Unleashed!!!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-520442806519828594</id><published>2010-02-26T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:16:33.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.Shark&apos;s Education'/><title type='text'>Almost here!</title><content type='html'>What here? The exam called UPTP1. Only 4 days left then its on. I'm not even prepared for this exam. Especially the Malay exam, (Both of them) which I got an average of B last year (1A, 1C). This time, the exams are given out by the teachers (Normally in UPTPs the government will give the exams). But this time, the government gets lazy (not really) and let the teachers do all the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Will at least the teachers told us a bit what they are going to give out in the exams. Like the questions in the math exams are coming out from the workbooks that we had done. And some of them are the ones that we always mistaken. There are prizes and punishments because of this exam. If we get an 'A' in our math exams, we don't need to do all the mathematics workbook questions. And the 3 people who get the highest score in Malay would not have to do correction. But the punishments are that if we do wrong some questions then we will be punished to write it a hundred times or get caned! I'm more stressed than anyone else cause I got competitions so I need to prepare them, which is almost impossible if you want me to prepare for the exam as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is:  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For the record, exams are the one of the dumbest things to be invented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-520442806519828594?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/520442806519828594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=520442806519828594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/520442806519828594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/520442806519828594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/02/almost-here.html' title='Almost here!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1616809710419909888</id><published>2010-02-17T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T05:32:56.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Festivals'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year- The Days</title><content type='html'>The days went on sweetly, as I say sweetly, I mean computer and GBA everyday!!! Did I tell you before that I only can use the computers on weekends? Well luckily I get to use all these weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 times, I ate the steamboat. The steamboat (aka Hot Pot) is multi-functioned. You can stew and there is a hot plate on top. Tell you this, I play with the plate more than eat anything that is in the hot soup. But I would prefer it as a machine that could fry things, which will make it more crispy and crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the cousins came back, so I can play cards and enjoy a little bit of 'gamble' (Not money, snacks). But the grown-ups are playing their own game with the table, so we have to use cards which will bore me easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Monday, we went to our relatives house in SP (aka Sungai Petani). It was kind of boring not until the lion dancers came into this house. It was the first time that a lion dancer was so close to me. And they sliced an orange-like fruit, with it's costume! It all seemed mysterious, and I like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this New Year was better than the last one. Hopefully next year's will be even better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1616809710419909888?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1616809710419909888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1616809710419909888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1616809710419909888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1616809710419909888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='Chinese New Year- The Days'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3460721602814910626</id><published>2010-02-13T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:34:40.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My favourite stuff'/><title type='text'>Model-Dream City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  I got it as a gift when my father came back. I usually get gifts when my father comes back. And this one is supreme, mega huge, and just the one I liked. You see, I like making models, especially the city ones. Glad I got my wish. But to make it, it is not as easy as it looks.(No doubt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Although it is made in China, the front of the box which shows you the cool things is possible to make(some you have to open your modelling skills and make one of it), plus, the quality is really good. There are about 24 steps so I'm not going to mention them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  There are 2 modes. The first one is Spring~Summer mode, which makes the floor grassy and fussy, the second one is Autumn~Winter, which is basically snow on the top on the roof and floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  I almost finished it, only the trees are undone. I would say the trees are the hardest. You have to cut it out from green sponge that they have given you and put it on a stick then stick it on top. My brother helped me most of this model. When it comes to architecture, ask the little builder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Cause of that, we argue and fight and lie to each other everyday. He doesn't even let me touch it. Oh well, I have to wait till he has calmed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3460721602814910626?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3460721602814910626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3460721602814910626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3460721602814910626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3460721602814910626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/02/model-dream-city.html' title='Model-Dream City'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1145771765427797998</id><published>2010-02-07T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:41:31.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Festivals'/><title type='text'>New Year is Coming!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;What I meant was Chinese New Year, which is very very good, a.k.a. excellent. Here are some reasons why I like Chinese New Year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is 1 week of school holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You get money from 'ang pows'(Tiny paper bag filled with money)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My cousin comes back and time for family reunion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shopping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; If lucky, I get to eat steamboat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can eat out at restaurants I like the most. e.g.Japanese restaurants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Plus, It is simply like Christmas shopping when it comes to this fun, fun festival!It has been years since I had celebrated Chinese New Year. But now i'm back, there is just a 0.000001% chance that I wouldn't celebrate this festival at my own country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Look what I found.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;121,000,000 for chinese new year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;401,000,000 for christmas .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Although a big diffrence, but really really shocking. Since when Chinese New Year is English's festival?*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(Note:Info from google.co.uk)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Better this year, no holiday homework!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1145771765427797998?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1145771765427797998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1145771765427797998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1145771765427797998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1145771765427797998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-is-coming.html' title='New Year is Coming!!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-5830788209272094664</id><published>2010-02-04T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:29:49.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>Ha...</title><content type='html'>I don't hate school as much as before, in fact, I like school quite a bit. I think you must be surprised. On one of my latest paragraph says I hate school. Well not at all now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I became the one at the stage. It turned out to be absolutely perfect!! I didn't have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stage frights&lt;/span&gt;, nothing at all! I love it! And school didn't turn up that boring. We compete who has the least homework!! Jokes, tales, it is included everywhere!! Homework, is less than ever now. And there are more holidays than Czech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attended&lt;/span&gt; the competition Public Speaking. I am so glad about it. If I win I would make the school proud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-5830788209272094664?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/5830788209272094664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=5830788209272094664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5830788209272094664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5830788209272094664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha.html' title='Ha...'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7699475145651385955</id><published>2010-01-09T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T04:15:56.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.Shark&apos;s Education'/><title type='text'>School Starts! (At Malaysia)</title><content type='html'>And you can call it one of the worst days of my life. You see, I hate some of the teachers, not school. School is great! But the teachers with canes ruin it. OK, skip it, I will tell you my 1st day of 6th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late. &lt;em&gt;Very&lt;/em&gt; late. Not a good inspiration for teachers huh. But I was a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; grateful that I was late. You see, when you get there you have to do a thing called 'Chores*',and believe me, I don't want do do that. *Additional ones like carrying tables and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers won't go easy on us. They gave us about 8 homework and it was the first day!!! So we met some new teachers. Don't like some of them. And they gave the strictest and not to mention the craziest rules Ever. Psst, like if you forgot to bring your P.E. shirt, you know what the punishment is? Of course you don't. It's that the things that you have to correct is multiplied by 2!! And we have to copy a bar, a big big one in our book!!! And This Friday, the teachers tear up their exercises books like the Huns ripping off their enemies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What about my brother? He just gets 2 homework which he finished at school. Sometimes, I want to knock the wall with my head (gently). OK, it's not fair for the teachers. Especially I make them sound real bad. Some teachers (from Malaysia, teachers mean teachers from Malaysia) are good, like my form teacher. It's just I turn up unlucky and got stuck with some bad ones (in my opinion). So if you're reading this and you're from Europe or something, I'll say "Lucky You, in school".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/school%20suck" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="school sucks! Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii222/evanishate114/hate_school.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm don't hate school as much as that up there, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is I have friends there and I like my precious friends. Also canteen, and some periods (Like Chinese and Mathemethics). Hey, it's not all. I'll tell you later when I meet even more good things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-7699475145651385955?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/7699475145651385955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=7699475145651385955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7699475145651385955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7699475145651385955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-starts-at-malaysia.html' title='School Starts! (At Malaysia)'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1819775543188010778</id><published>2010-01-02T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:38:29.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.Season Special'/><title type='text'>My 2010 Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Goodbye to 2009, Hello to 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;  2009 was a great year, and it is one of the most important years of my life. Whys that? Well, hat's the year when I have came back from Czech Republic. I miss there. Very, very, and very much. But let's just skip those things. Ok, below there are my resolutions for 2010.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Concentrate on what you are doing. (The Hardest of All)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Writing&gt;Games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No swearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be patient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Those were the same last year, and I broke them less then a week :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;  We did a countdown on my freinds lawn yesterday while on a sleepover. We started the countdown at 11:59.  The neighbour's kid was jealous. He is locked and he keeps shaking the door as hard as he could but he couldn't. He fails. After we did the countdown we went on bed, but the fireworks kept us awake. After sleep we went to the Sunway Carnival Park, which I mentioned on my last one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;  I wish I was at Czech. Cause now is snowing and I would enjoy a snowball fight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1819775543188010778?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1819775543188010778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1819775543188010778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1819775543188010778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1819775543188010778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-2010-resolution.html' title='My 2010 Resolution'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3193003940484201168</id><published>2010-01-02T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:42:23.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Trips'/><title type='text'>Sunway Carnival Park</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday just went there. When we went there, the 1st thing we see is water. Beautiful water. I almost forgot to tell you what Sunway Carnival Park is. It's a fun, though a bit small, extreme amusement park at SP, also known as Sungai Petani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went inside and the first thing we did was find a place which is shady and put our luggage there. We had to put on suncream, but we were too excited to bother to put on some suncream, so we putted on suncream only 40% on our body, and believe me, we paid the price for that. We first went to the place nearest us, and I don't even know what it's name is. But too childish I must say, compared to after I went. But there was this cool thing called 'The Bucket'. It's this big bucket which pours an enormous amount of water on you. You have to try it. I saw in on a show once, they went to a place and had a competition, and who lost had to suffer 'The Bucket'. Although it's a place for toddlers, teenagers go there for 'The Bucket'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we(I went there with my brother and friend) got bored of it. So we went to another place, called the Kiddies Cove. It should be called a madhouse. From what I known, I got hit in the head 3 times, shoulder 1 time and leg 2 times. Thanks to some crazy kids who didn't obey the rules. i broke one rule myself. I found out that the place was meant to be for children who is younger than 8!!! That's it. I wanted to leave. But we can't. The parents said they need some rest and I am stuck in this torture room. Luckily, after lunch, we went. Lunch was included in the ticket. I ate a burger and drank some juice then I went off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I would choose the madhouse or this one, I'd rather choose the madhouse. You just sit on a float(A thing kinda like a lifebuoy) and just flow and flow. Who knows where you're going? Nobody knows. Luckily, there was this thing called the Bubble Spa which entertained me. It's a place, where it shoots air out in the water that it feels like someone is shooting you in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, real fun came. We went to this thing called Water Roller Coaster, and my heart almost popped out. I went on it about 5 times, then I went on something else. I'm not allowed on the other one, which was too dangerous. When you look at it, you'll think : Someday someone will fall and crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to something else as I mentioned up there, and it is not as fun. Too boring compared to the other one we rode. We went on it for only 2 times then it closed. Kill joy, although it's not as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on and on and on till 6 o'clock. Which took 8 hours. Then the lesson came. I've got sunburn!!!! Pain is still strangling me even when I'm writing this thing!!!! Well, I'm stopping writing here.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Next year probably to Sunway Lagoon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3193003940484201168?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3193003940484201168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3193003940484201168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3193003940484201168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3193003940484201168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunway-carnival-park.html' title='Sunway Carnival Park'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7165056932874037616</id><published>2009-12-31T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:45:38.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><title type='text'>Swensen's</title><content type='html'>Heard of it? I just went there, for some yummy and delicous ice-cream!!! It may be expensive a bit(OK, It's very expensive), but the best thing of all, it's delicous!&lt;br /&gt;  There are more then 10 flavours, and some are &lt;em&gt;rare&lt;/em&gt;. Like the one I chose, the new, brand new, Sticky Choco Mix! Yum you may say, expensive you may say. But i think it's worth it. Actually I think it's the first time I went to Swensens =.=...&lt;br /&gt;  There was this main course, that costs Rm60, a.k.a. 20USD, probably one month of your pocket money(depends). I donno if it's expensive or cheap in your country, but for us, it's quite expensive. Would you use a whole month of pocket money just to buy a main course?? On second thoughts I should not ask that. 0_O&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, here's something from Wikipedia:Swensen's is a global &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Chain restaurant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chain_restaurant"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ice cream" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_cream"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Restaurant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Restaurant"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; that started in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="San Francisco" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Francisco"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Edit section: History" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Swensen%27s&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;section=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;] History&lt;br /&gt;The company was started in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1948" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1948"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1948&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Earle Swensen (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Earle_Swensen&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Earle Swensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Swensen opened his first shop at the corner of Union and Hyde Streets, along the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="San Francisco cable car system" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Francisco_cable_car_system"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cable car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; tracks in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Russian Hill" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russian_Hill"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Russian Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in San Francisco at what had been a failed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ice cream parlor" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_cream_parlor"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ice cream parlor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swensens#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Although &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vanilla" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanilla"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; was his lifelong favorite, he developed more than 150 flavors, which he marketed under the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Motto" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;motto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "Good as Father Used to Make". The original store sold ice cream and other frozen dessert specialties (such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sundae" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sundae"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sundaes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Banana split" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banana_split"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;banana splits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;), with primarily take out service. Later other Swensen's franchisees added indoor seating and offered various types of food, including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sandwich" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandwich"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hamburger" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamburger"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hamburgers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Swensen sold the rights to franchise Swensen's Ice Cream Factories and Restaurants to William Meyers and investors in the 1970s but retained exclusive rights in San Francisco and continued to operate his original store (which still exists today) until 1994, a year before his death at age 83. Under new management the company expanded to 400 stores, mostly franchise locations, by the 1980s. However, in the 1990s it contracted to half of that size before being acquired and expanding again, mostly in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Asia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Today the company is owned by International Franchise Corp (IFC) of Markham, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ontario" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ontario"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ontario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Canada" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, which bought the franchise business from CoolBrands in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2006" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. The chain now includes about 300 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Franchising" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franchising"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;franchise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; outlets worldwide including locations in Asia, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Middle East" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_East"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Middle East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="South America" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_America"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;South America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. IFC also owns such notable brands as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Yogen Früz" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yogen_Fr%C3%BCz"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yogen Früz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, I Can't Believe It's Yogurt (ICBY), Golden Swirl and Bresler's ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No so much eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-7165056932874037616?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/7165056932874037616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=7165056932874037616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7165056932874037616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7165056932874037616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/12/swensens.html' title='Swensen&apos;s'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-4396240993415521107</id><published>2009-12-23T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:31:58.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Camp Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's the last day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I woke up at 6:00, and did the same schedule as the 2nd and 3rd day. But at morning session, I shivered so hard that my teeth are fighting. So I asked to be in the medic room, again. But the boy's medic room is unusable, cause no one, and nothing is in there. So I just have to move to the girl's medic room, and I shivered even harder. And no blanket. I felt like a person only with underwear on abandoned at the North Pole. Luckily, someone pushed the off switch, and I have to say to myself 'Why didn't you think of that?'. It was all black. There were no windows at that room(Know any rooms like that?). I woke up at about 1:00 and ate the 2nd lunch (Clue: Waste not, Want not). After delicious lunch it's time for work (I call it chores). The time I wanted to start, they told me not to do it (cause I'm sick), but I insisted. So I did it, but easier ^^ . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we have to go to the hall for some reasons, and I remembered: who is the winner? I asked my teammates but sadly, we didn't win. Then all the workers sat down on chairs on the stage, and that's went the drama began. The manager, co-manager and some others gave us a sad, but wonderful speech about how long they took to plan and do this camp for us. Most of us cried. But some didn't cry, and that was my cousin, and cousin's cousins, who can only put their mind on computers. I don't want to leave here. It's so fun. And of course, I can't bear leaving friends, forever. I felt sorrow. My tears fell down. But no one saw it. That's right, most of them are crying, or trying to cheer up the crying ones. Guess what? Even the workers and helpers cry. And if some people see people cry, they cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After this speech, It's time we putted our luggage at the luggage room (there's no room, I meant the back of the hall). then we prepared for the closing ceremony. The winners get to replay their show, and the losers just sit back and watch. Then for the awards. our team won nothing, but our leader won the 'Best Leader Trophy', and then all of us get a cerfiticate. Then some people give us a speech, then it ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farwell freinds......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farwell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-4396240993415521107?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/4396240993415521107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=4396240993415521107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4396240993415521107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4396240993415521107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-days-4-nights-at-buddhist-camp-day-5.html' title='5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Camp Day 5'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3982216231510387353</id><published>2009-12-20T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:44:15.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Trips'/><title type='text'>Clan Jetties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet all of you know what's a clan, but a clan jetty? What is it? Ok, I'll tell you what it is. It's a place where it's near to the sea, and, the people live in there. But there are different types of clans, so there are more than 1 jetties. For example the Lim Jetty, or the Chew Jetty, and so on and on. I went to two of those jetties (up there) yesterday, am I'm here to tell you about&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this things here are the things I see and my opinions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you went there, you would think of your house (For an Malaysian adult) It was so old. To tell you, almost every house over there is the house you can find in Malaysia in the 70's. And 90%( by that i mean most) of the houses over there is made out of wood. And if you have a sensitive nose, you would smell something awful(to me). And, if you look inside the houses, first thing you would see is a statue of their Taoism god. And at some jetties at the end you would find a temple. Also, the waste you do in the toilet comes straight down to the sea! How awful is that? The jetties has became a place of tourism. They also have a jetty competition, and I'm surprised by that. Ok. Enough with my opinions, I'll show you all the jetties down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seh Lim Keo (Lim Jetty)&lt;br /&gt;Seh Chew Keo (Chew Jetty)&lt;br /&gt;Seh Tan Keo (Tan Jetty)&lt;br /&gt;Seh Lee Keo (Lee Jetty)&lt;br /&gt;Chap Seh Keo (Mixed Clan Jetty)&lt;br /&gt;Seh Yeoh Keo (Yeoh Jetty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should go and see for yourself! Cause I only went there for an hour and a half only. :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.Actually I didn't want to go there, I was forced! Because the real place I wanna go is the Megamall shopping for the game Plants vs. Zombies. &lt;em&gt;This note was deleted by me due some reasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3982216231510387353?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3982216231510387353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3982216231510387353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3982216231510387353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3982216231510387353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/12/clan-jetties_20.html' title='Clan Jetties'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-5462686309580685077</id><published>2009-12-19T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:58:45.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Camp Day 4 2/2</title><content type='html'>...We all are very excited. You know the winner&lt;em&gt;s&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;will get a trophy each person and get to show-off at the closing ceremony. That's why we are excited. There are 3 different types of trophies. The best MV, the best drama, and of course, the best hand language/dance. Cause we are the 4th, we get to practise again our MV. The problem is, there had been changes. Great, now I'm becoming a train for the 1st part, then back to my places in the 2nd part. At least I'm the head of the train, and I get to act after all. So we watched and watched, when the 2nd group started acting, our eyes popped out. It was so great, that I can ensure it's gonna win, they are just so unique, that I can't use words to describe them. And for the 3rd, if I write down everything no one would believe me! When the 3rd started acting, we went on the backstage. Don't ask me how I could see on the backstage, cause... Alright. There is a window, happy? When they finished, we got on stage. We went to our places, and it went perfect, until.... Did you read about the train? Cause we didn't practise it, When the train started surrounding the people the music started. So we have to do it so quickly that you had known: we made a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; mistake. So after acting still a big wave of applause, but it seemed more quiet than the 2nd team's applause. Sigh, that's what happens if yo make big changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After that I felt uncomfortable again, so I have to go to you know, the medic room. It turned out I have to sleep in the medic's, again. So I missed out some of the shows =_= thanks to viruses. After all those shows, I went to rest. Sleep for an hour and something, I went for dinner, and no campers. After I went to medic's not for sleep, for nothing. They told me that there is gonna have a campfire tonight, and ask me if I wanna come, and the answer is a 'yes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So after 5 minutes, the campfire started. They started dancing and stuff, while me and the other sick guys watch them fooling around. After they threw a fireball to the wood, the wood started burning, and burning, and burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that, they went for supper, and I went for sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-5462686309580685077?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/5462686309580685077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=5462686309580685077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5462686309580685077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5462686309580685077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-days-4-nights-at-buddhist-camp-day-4_19.html' title='5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Camp Day 4 2/2'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-8022128261171706949</id><published>2009-12-19T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T05:15:29.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Camp Day 4 1/2</title><content type='html'>I know, i haven't mentioned about the show on that last one, but it was only a practice for the judges to see, and let them improvise it, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     Day 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I woke up at about 6:15, and quickly brushed my teeth and changed my clothes; or else I'm late for morning lesson. But when I went there, I was late. But because I'm sick, no one really cared. Which was good for me ^^. Cause if i do too much of this thing, I would get asthma. So today there is a trip. We have to split groups and it was so boring. I was in group 5. Good thing. My other friends are in Group 5. After breakfast, which we had to eat on the bus, we went on the bus. Good news is, it is air-conditioned, Bad news, the Group 4 people have to come on the Group 5 bus. Really bad news, the bus is really noisy and they are talking dumb things. So I had avoided all these bad things by the 1 thing that you all have~~~~~~~~~Sleep. Yes, I was so tired any ways that I didn't eat my breakfast. I think I slept for 15 minutes, and the noises of the campers awaken me. They are singing and rehearsing, that I still can hear noises even when I am closing my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Finally, we arrived our destination. it was the home for handicaps. No, in there didn't have people with no eyes or have problem with their ears, all the people in there are just no legs or arms. First, the house manager guided us all places in the home of handicaps. There were a gym, library in the home of handicaps, even a swimming pool! After seeing all those places, we began help them with their work, which was very simple, but hard for them. There are 2 jobs, getting rid of rubber lids of plastic sticks, 2nd, putting the little rubber thingies into the pen lid. I spent most of my time doing Job no.1, and when I am doing that, I asked the handicaps some questions. Like, are you happy? Or, do you like it here? After doing all those work, we performed for the handicaps, then went to another destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was not a 'real' destination, we just stop by there for lunch. While eating lunch, many black-striped mosquitoes came to sting us. It was said If you got sting by that little devil you would get Dengue fever. I bet you wouldn't want that, so some of the mates launched a counter attack, but the ones who attack got stung the most. I got stung, but then I asked for some medicine, and the itch went away. After we went to another destination, the landmarks of Penang. Bad time for a road trip, It was boiling hot walking and walking. We went to the Little India, and I forgot. Didn't do well on remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At last, went on to the air-conditioned bus. This time, I sat with the helper, due to the reason 'talking annoying things that I can't sleep'. And I could finally can have my quiet piece of time, but it only lasted half an hour. Then back to the camp. The tryout is here. It's to see who's the best of the best. And we are the fourth to do the tryout. To be continued due to special reasons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Like, my time is up. I'll continue tommorow. I only can write 1 hour, max.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-8022128261171706949?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/8022128261171706949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=8022128261171706949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8022128261171706949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8022128261171706949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-days-4-nights-at-buddhist-camp-day-4.html' title='5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Camp Day 4 1/2'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-8043005527980219186</id><published>2009-12-17T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:35:52.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>Drama class</title><content type='html'>And it's only 1 day. We went there at 8:00am, after grabbing a egg muffin at Mcdonald's. The class was held at the KOMTAR, which had about 64 floors. We had to do a drama according to a story based like this. It's a bit childlish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were 2 planet that were so close to each other it had a bridge to connect those 2 planets. The planets were called cavity planet and clean teeth planet. Cavity planet people's teeth are broken,and the Clean teeth planet's people have clean teeth. What's the cause of the Cavity planet's people's cavities? It's the dirty work of the cavity worm. It loves to break the teeth of the people who don't brush. But one day, the planet's people were sick of their cavities, so all of them went to the dentist and take care of their teeth. Now the cavity worm has noone's teeth to rot. So where did he went? The Clean teeth planet. But that planet has a superhero called Captain Toothbrush. Captain Toothbrush's job is to remind the kids to brush, and cavity worm doesn't want that. At last, he though of a plan. He transformed into a girl whiched selled junk food. Bad junk food that can rot their teeth. The children were stupid so they trusted he/her words. The junk food seller a.k.a the cavity worm said that if you brush your teeth then the smell of the junk food will be gone forever. The kids like junk food. So everytime Captain Toothbrush comes, the kids lie to them that they haved brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week later,&lt;br /&gt;The kids meet again. A kid said:"My teeth are yellow and black" . Then another kid asked:"How many days you all have didn't brush?" They counted. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7!!!!!!! They all said:"We've all hadn't brush for a week!" One kid said:"The junk food seller lied! We have stinky breath!" Another kid said:"Let's go brush!" All the kids agreed. But when they are about to brush they were shocked. Their teeth had holes and are yellow and black. This is when Captain Toothbrush came. He asked:"Why are you so sad?" They answered:"Our tooths hurt" Ct:"How come?" K:"We lied to you Ct, we didn't brush." Cavity worm appears. Cw:"Haha!Foolish children, I'll rot your teeth and lay little cavity worms!" K:"Eeek!!!!" Cw:"I'll turn your planet into my cavity planet!" K:"AHHHHHH!"  Cw:"The only way to save it is to have your teeth pulled out!" K:'(closed their mouth)" Ct wasn't very impressed. He had a battle with him. Cavity worm used his color pencils and driller while Captain Toothbrush used his toothpaste snowball, soon toothbrush man used his Colgate cannon the cavity worm was defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!!!! Got me 1 hour on this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ct=Captain Tooth&lt;br /&gt;K=Kids&lt;br /&gt;Cw=Cavity worm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-8043005527980219186?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/8043005527980219186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=8043005527980219186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8043005527980219186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8043005527980219186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/12/drama-class.html' title='Drama class'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7058641659377521274</id><published>2009-12-16T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:53:26.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Camp Day 3</title><content type='html'>Still 6:00. No, not 6:00 pm, am! Again we took our toothbrushes and clothes to the bathroom, and change. But me, I need my own privacy when I change. So I went into the shower stall and changed instead. After changing and brushing, I went up the hall for morning lesson. Yes, I know, pray, pray, and pray again. Afterwards the camp manager told us that today was supposed to be our outing trip, but we have shows today. What shows you may ask, Sigh, have you been reading all my hard work? It's the show that every group has prepared! Then, time for handing out the awards. Our team got the 'Best Team Bracelet', which makes us kinda proud. Also the our helper. They get one too you know. Did I tell you this? I didn't made friends with any of my so called 'teammates', but with the helpers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No morning exercise. Donno why, probably because of the girl campers are striking for 'girl rights'. I also told you before. Have you been reading???? :( Breakfast. Some rice as breakfast. Imagine that in your daily life, especially when you have to eat it &lt;strong&gt;ALL. &lt;/strong&gt;Sound scary? Not so much. Also practising, for the show. I think it's about time I showed you the it's lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦~~啦啦啦~~啦啦啦~~&lt;br /&gt;我要你陪着我看着那海龟水中游&lt;br /&gt;慢慢的爬在沙滩上数着浪花一朵朵&lt;br /&gt;你不要害怕你不会寂寞&lt;br /&gt;我会一直陪在你的左右让你乐悠悠&lt;br /&gt;日子一天一天过我们会慢慢长大&lt;br /&gt;我不管你懂不懂我在唱什么我知道有一天&lt;br /&gt;你一定会爱上我因为我觉得我真的很不错&lt;br /&gt;时光匆匆匆匆流走也也也不会回头&lt;br /&gt;美女变成老太婆&lt;br /&gt;哎呀那那那个时候我我我我也也已经是个糟老头&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦~~啦啦啦~~啦啦啦~~我们一起手牵手&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦~~啦啦啦~~啦啦啦~~数着浪花一朵朵&lt;br /&gt;music......我要你陪着我看着那海龟水中游&lt;br /&gt;慢慢的爬在沙滩上数着浪花一朵朵&lt;br /&gt;你不要害怕你不会寂寞我会一直陪在你的左右&lt;br /&gt;让你乐悠悠日子一天一天过我们会慢慢长大&lt;br /&gt;我不管你懂不懂我在唱什么我知道有一天&lt;br /&gt;你一定会爱上我因为我觉得我真的很不错&lt;br /&gt;时光匆匆匆匆流走也也也不会回头&lt;br /&gt;美女变成老太婆&lt;br /&gt;哎呀那那那个时候我我我我也也已经是个糟老头&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦~~啦啦啦~~啦啦啦~~我们一起手牵手&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦~~啦啦啦~~啦啦啦~~数着浪花一朵朵我们数着浪花一朵朵&lt;br /&gt;Phew! Quite a lot isn't it? Sorry no music, but you can find it yourself, It's title is 浪花一朵朵.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing a MV about it. And I'm in the center in the show. No, we are not &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; about us dancing, also hand language. I can still remember it well although 1 week had gone. Another rabbi(which also means high priest) came to give us a speech, very interested. They putted jokes in it, that's why it's fun. No, I can't tell you the jokes, they are in Chinese, and if I translated them it would not be funny. But, he understands a quite lot about kids, he knows what we are playing and can solve our problems, and thats how my identity when out. You see, they don't know I just came back from Czech, but at that point They mistaken Europe to Australia, until I explained to my fellow friend helpers. They keep asking me questions, but I'm not surprised. Actually I'm kinda glad! I think I have felt what it feels to be....uh....donno. Speaking about Europe, I felt kinda sick while we are playing treasure Bingo. So i have to go and rest for the rest of the day (2 rests, ha ha). And that's where I also meet 2 friends, Zhi Hui and Jia Yi. Actually Jia Yi has a English name, But i didn't ask him about it. They took care of me for the rest of the day including my team's helper&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; and some people from the camp. Also, they chatting and chatting, even when bedtime because obviously someone had to look after me!(And it's JiaYi ,a high school student who really likes to talk with me, in PerfectEnglish! I   slept at 2pm, at the air-conditioned medical room! But never mind, as long I get my rest today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-7058641659377521274?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/7058641659377521274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=7058641659377521274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7058641659377521274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7058641659377521274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-days-4-nights-at-buddhist-camp-day-3.html' title='5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Camp Day 3'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3515633952420505508</id><published>2009-12-15T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T04:55:39.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Children Camp Day 2</title><content type='html'>Guess when did we had to woke up? 6:00 am!! And you thought 9 hours is still not enough for you. Then I, I mean we had to go and change and brush. At about 6:30, we all went to the hall to do a morning lesson. I'll tell you what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are given each person a paper, laminated, and have to read those things inside. Those poems were some parts of the Buddhist 'Bible'. It was all so holy, you should see for yourself. But some kids come and break the scene. You know how? They took the 'Bible' and fold it, shake it like a fan (that doesn't need electric and no it's not solar powered), and even worse, pick their toenails with it. We knew that by the camp manager announcing: You have done 60% as we expected and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, And some people use the 'Bible' and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. I think it was 15 minutes long. not a very good start for a day, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the camp manager then gave the 'Excellent Camper Badge', 'Excellent Leader Badge' and the 'Excellent Team Bracelet' to of course, to the excellent ones. Guess what? We didn't get any, how's that? Afterwards we did some morning exercise, which you can say, I've been to hell before. We had to do some physical movements to our teammates, and no. We don't split up a team for boys, a team for girls. Unluckily, I end up with a girl in front of me. Don't look at me (you can't anyway), It's not only me who's suffering, but the girl in front too. How would you like a massage by a boy which is younger than you and you hardly even know him? After 15 minutes, finally over. Thanks a lot, I said to God/Buddha/or whatever. It's just my habit, you know, up there. When something bad happens, I groan to the sky. Not a very good thing to do, especially when a big statue of Buddha is on your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we played a game, then a monk, who was a Christian before, came to a give a speech about 'The Life of Buddha'. Wow, that took 2 hours, and it was so interesting that i didn't forget a word he said, only few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch is served. Veges again. And still have to pray. Sigh, my tounges are dry. Pray this, pray that, its so tough being religous. Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we went out side and played the game 五戒, which means the 5 concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a concept, and that is don't get wet with your clothes on, and don't get paint on any part of your body. Guess what? They force me to break that concept! I wish you like a guy with a wet, green face! It took 3 hours, and our team didn't even win any competition. Hahahaha.ha...ha......haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went inside, of course to take a shower and change, silly! What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the night lesson. Again praying. And Oh did I mention we are preparing an MV tommorow? It's called 《浪花一朵朵》. It's about the waves. And finally we know what were gonna do. Then dinner. Dinner was sweet, very nice, especially with Mr.Curry with rice. Then we had some midnight activities, then off to bed at 11:00!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3515633952420505508?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3515633952420505508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3515633952420505508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3515633952420505508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3515633952420505508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-days-4-nights-at-buddhist-children_15.html' title='5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Children Camp Day 2'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1244893885313442280</id><published>2009-12-12T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:30:47.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Children Camp, Day 1</title><content type='html'>Where have I been in those 5 days 4 nights? Well I'm here to tell you. I went to the 17th Buddhist Children Camp which was located at Butterworth,Penang. Hold your thoughts, this may be a children camp, but it is 60% fun, 40% learning about Buddhism by fun. So how was it? I'll tell you by writing a diary about you know, up there, and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I write one day by one is because if i write all together, its gonna take too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note: Buddhism is not a religion, it is a type of education, many people have mistaken. And also the feelings is the feelings that day OK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had wished I never came. Now my brother can have all the fun at home, including sleep. I have to wake up at 7:45, cause of this camp, my brother can sleep 12 hours a day. After eating breakfast(Wait, I didn't eat anything), I went to the camp at 8:00(don't ask why). When I went there, I think I was a bit early. After getting my name tag, checking my luggage and putting my luggage, I went to the air-conditioned hall and listen to the worker's speeches, about the rules and legacy there, then began to make some things for our team. First we started with song, and it goes like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;一二三四五六七，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;菩提菩提一定行。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;加油加油加加油。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;爱的鼓励，啪啪啪啪啪啪啪啪啪啪啪。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't read? Want me to translate? If it is translated it wouldn't rhyme and have the same beat. So I think I'll skip that, sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you can read, great! A bit childish isn't it? But that's the best you can do if you only got 600 second, a.k.a. 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to lunch. All veges. Even the meat was made out of veges, but it still tastes good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we started the flag, and I didn't get to do anything. Neither planning nor painting. It was done in 30 minutes, and we only had 30 minutes. Guess they can do it without me. It's not good. I feel sorry for the flag. But if we compared it to the others it's quite good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then the leader. First we chose a tall guy, but he rejected, so we have to choose a boy named Ling Yong Yu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The team is done. then we played some games. the games to know each other. I have to say it's kind of fun. So maybe coming here isn't such a bad thing after all. Now I know some names of my teammate. And to be honest, I am the youngest there. it's not very fun i tell you. Then I guess nobody would know if I didn't tell them, and I didn't. Its not fun when someone picks on you, so i kept my age a secret, like girls keep their weight a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now we have to learn how to pray Buddha, which took 1hour. I have now learned how to do it, in 1 day!!7:30 is time for dinner. We ate veges again, now we have to pray, then we ate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we wrote our diary there (we have to) and write letters to our mate. Mate? OK. It is like this. You draw a card blindfolded, and you have to write a letter for her(boy gets girls. girls get boys). And you musn't let her know who you are. And other people will write a letter for you about how's your day and all that stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After playing some games, we went to bed at 12:00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1244893885313442280?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1244893885313442280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1244893885313442280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1244893885313442280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1244893885313442280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-days-4-nights-at-buddhist-children.html' title='5 days 4 nights at Buddhist Children Camp, Day 1'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3155860486650412905</id><published>2009-12-04T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:42:54.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi Underworld Waterpark...rocks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Note:This is a picture blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At the 23th of November, I went to Langkawi. I looked on a flyer which had many pictures of marine life and wrote: Langkawi Underworld Waterpark. I've never went to a Underworld Waterpark before(or I think). So I rushed on the second-handed Proton*which I** rented to the Langkawi Underworld Waterpark(Duh,If i didn't I wouldn't put that title).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catfish:Purr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411633889975712194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sxn8WdJ3ucI/AAAAAAAAAOg/p-6ECSoF_TI/s320/IMG_6088.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Flamingo:No water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoFLJjZeFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-2JkPkv0pOg/s1600-h/IMG_6096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411643591340161106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoFLJjZeFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-2JkPkv0pOg/s320/IMG_6096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;River Terrapin(Endangered!): Help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411636370990546626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sxn-m3p5vsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BczDzdgBYXE/s320/IMG_6108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Fur Seal: I'm bored.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sxn_cYRiRcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WEYs_p06ZUA/s1600-h/IMG_6122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411637290279781826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sxn_cYRiRcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WEYs_p06ZUA/s320/IMG_6122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now for my favourite... Penguins! African Penguin: Diving, As usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoBe8BLt8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/QSn9-Yfynf0/s1600-h/IMG_6166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411639533257865154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoBe8BLt8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/QSn9-Yfynf0/s320/IMG_6166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rockhopper penguin: I'm all alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoB_1gBmPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3rLSerrGq3U/s1600-h/IMG_6177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411640098443860210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoB_1gBmPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3rLSerrGq3U/s320/IMG_6177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Corals:.... (we can't talk)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoEr4rg_eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/swx5BfEKo2I/s1600-h/IMG_6187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411643054234861026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoEr4rg_eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/swx5BfEKo2I/s320/IMG_6187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoEre6Qx1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/F4oD_apSVqA/s1600-h/IMG_6183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411643047317391186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoEre6Qx1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/F4oD_apSVqA/s320/IMG_6183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoErNnkZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/9xFn_4Tc6_g/s1600-h/IMG_6184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411643042675582802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoErNnkZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/9xFn_4Tc6_g/s320/IMG_6184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Giant Gournami and Snakehead: Digging for gold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoGCm99b9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yCwz-WRI2IE/s1600-h/IMG_6196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411644544129003474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SxoGCm99b9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yCwz-WRI2IE/s320/IMG_6196.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Extra: A Seal Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-307c60b20b2dd611" 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://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D307c60b20b2dd611%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E164E61E14EA02B7D841E1AB8765799A07F9DA1.741991C65578BEA283801325D59E25026ACD3488%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D307c60b20b2dd611%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWVEAD2tIRK20jQGKlKAnO-uGwnY&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://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D307c60b20b2dd611%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E164E61E14EA02B7D841E1AB8765799A07F9DA1.741991C65578BEA283801325D59E25026ACD3488%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D307c60b20b2dd611%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWVEAD2tIRK20jQGKlKAnO-uGwnY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots more coming up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*A malaysia brand car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;** I'm not even 18! But Everything here is "me", so yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3155860486650412905?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3155860486650412905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3155860486650412905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3155860486650412905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3155860486650412905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/12/langkawi-underworld-waterparkrocks.html' title='Langkawi Underworld Waterpark...rocks!!!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sxn8WdJ3ucI/AAAAAAAAAOg/p-6ECSoF_TI/s72-c/IMG_6088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-6297590058350514143</id><published>2009-11-23T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:21:57.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Restart'/><title type='text'>Still no Holiday...</title><content type='html'>Although now is the mighty 2 month school holiday, but us, the 5th graders, have to stay at school for a 9 day tuition, 4 hours a day, while my brother (third grade) goes sniffling around at home. I've heard of the reason(I think so). It's cause we have to learn a quarter of the 6th grade things, so to have to prepare the "most important exam in primary school" while we are back in 2010. But, Luckily me, I will be on vacation at Wednesday(Yippee!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-6297590058350514143?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/6297590058350514143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=6297590058350514143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6297590058350514143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6297590058350514143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-no-holiday.html' title='Still no Holiday...'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-4576862764951314396</id><published>2009-10-30T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:13:15.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anxious about the results? Well This is the last two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society:80%&lt;br /&gt;Science(English):92.5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, the finalle judgement....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ranking at class:13(out of 41)&lt;br /&gt;The ranking at grade:21(out of more than 200 people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really proud of myself:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-4576862764951314396?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/4576862764951314396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=4576862764951314396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4576862764951314396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4576862764951314396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/10/anxious-about-results-well-this-is-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-603830863698722102</id><published>2009-10-22T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:39:22.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Restart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. If you are intreseted in my Malaysia exam grades, scroll down. If you're not, either press back or check out other posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here are the Results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 85%&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Paragraph:80%&lt;br /&gt;Malay:82.5%&lt;br /&gt;Malay Paragraph:56% (Lol)&lt;br /&gt;Science(Chinese):85%&lt;br /&gt;Science(English):???&lt;br /&gt;Moral:95%&lt;br /&gt;English:90%&lt;br /&gt;Society:???&lt;br /&gt;Maths(Chinese):77%&lt;br /&gt;Maths(English):95%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that. To tell you I'm pretty shocked. At 1st grade I got first place in my grade. And now this. You could know that up there wouldn't what a first place would had.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not proud of myself. I thought, If I had stayed here forever, that up there wouldn't be there! But then again, the trip was better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-603830863698722102?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/603830863698722102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=603830863698722102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/603830863698722102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/603830863698722102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-224384109109300113</id><published>2009-10-16T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:41:35.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Festivals'/><title type='text'>Just 11.</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday was my birthday!!! If you are in a another region as I am, this is the date- 16.10.1998.  What have I got, well here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday, I went to the cinema and watched the latest movie out!!!! It's called "Cloudy with a chance of meatballs". Man, i've been dying to watch that movie. Guess what, I loved it! Just a little bit I that i didn't like is the darn horror movie posters! Hey, I'm not afraid of ghosts, just the killing scenes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After that, I went to the bookstore, and it was great! Plus, I also picked up a few books I wanted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was fried chicken. Although not as good as KFC's, it's super!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After dinner, I went checking out the presents. I got some cash and a carum table, just as I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my cousins came, and we played until 10'o clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-224384109109300113?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/224384109109300113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=224384109109300113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/224384109109300113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/224384109109300113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-11.html' title='Just 11.'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7189022743700962335</id><published>2009-10-13T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:27:14.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Restart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Poems'/><title type='text'>The day before the day...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, the judgement will come,&lt;br /&gt;Fear will rise, and peace will not be found.&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is, whether you're wise or dumb.&lt;br /&gt;The wise will survive, the dumb will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is a another metaphoric poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day of exam. Don't get a thought that i don't want to get my reputation ruined, it's just that i don't want to leave my friend.........s. Hey! No finding out about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no confidence in the test tomorrow. Ask me why? It's to write a malay essay!!!! I haven't communicated with malay 3,plain 3 and a half years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, not many people can survive,not many....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-7189022743700962335?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/7189022743700962335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=7189022743700962335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7189022743700962335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7189022743700962335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-before-day.html' title='The day before the day...'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-8644180824832251912</id><published>2009-09-14T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:26:36.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Restart'/><title type='text'>......And the good things</title><content type='html'>School isn't all that bad, Asian School makes students learn more difficult things than Western schools, and you can eat though not healthy but yummy food like fries, nuggets and colas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Their lessons aren't all that boring, you can joke, play, and share all your comments! It is free to say out loud (of course not the swear words). And the strict rules keep the school save from anything necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After reading, Brainstorm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-8644180824832251912?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/8644180824832251912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=8644180824832251912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8644180824832251912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8644180824832251912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-good-things.html' title='......And the good things'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3246758825797917381</id><published>2009-09-14T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T03:31:17.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Restart'/><title type='text'>School in MY</title><content type='html'>After 3 weeks of experience in the government school of MY, I realized, the students here are used to caning. Even though they are used to the whipping of the cold-hearted canes, they didn't drop a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Also, the school was so strict you can imagine yourself in the Ghetto. Any who disobey would be severly punished. And most of the food in the so called canteen aren't even nutrious. And the food are awfully expensive and it ain't got much. If you have to live in a canteen you would be bankcrupt about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But there are good things, of course, the students do not disobey the rules, and there is a 90% chance everyday that they will finish their home work, but we will talk about that soon, Farewell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3246758825797917381?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3246758825797917381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3246758825797917381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3246758825797917381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3246758825797917381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-in-my.html' title='School in MY'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1725999760566643403</id><published>2009-08-26T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:14:18.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.Season Special'/><title type='text'>Came back...</title><content type='html'>I have came back to my home town, Malaysia. It's hard to get used to it, once you are in a foreign country for 3 years. So the policies, hygiene, I'm not used to it. Even the language I'm not used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a lot of diffrence between Europe and Asia. It's hard to get used to it. But in a while, You wouldn't want to go back to the place where you were staying years ago. I guess once you stayed at a place for days, you would think it as your home. So home isn't that boring, you can do a lots of revising and playing outside, even using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not think Europe's adventure has ended, (psst, there are still 20 countries to be written)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1725999760566643403?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1725999760566643403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1725999760566643403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1725999760566643403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1725999760566643403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/08/came-back.html' title='Came back...'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-6255844385244631265</id><published>2009-08-07T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:32:40.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>Home town of Josef Lada- Hrusice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM4gb1apI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GCuOAI0nyjA/s1600-h/My+Documents61.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM4YrSIjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RSIEJ-AHC_M/s1600-h/My+Documents60.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever read the book 《The Good Soldier Svejk》 ? If you had ever read it, you must know the writer Jaroslav Hasek. But did you ever knew the book's illustrator Josef Lada? If you don't, this is what we are going to talk today, But mainly about his hometown- Hrusice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josef was born 17 December 1887 in Hrusice - 14 December 1957 in Prague, Josef and Hasek are very close freinds, and his name is known because of illustraiting the book 《The Good Soldier Svejk》.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The city Hrusice treats Josef like a celebrity. You can find at least 1 picture of his drawings almost 1 every km. of course, at parks, boards, sometimes even at menus and restraunts you can find his pictures. They even had his own musuem! Let me show you pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM4gb1apI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GCuOAI0nyjA/s1600-h/My+Documents61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367319758326033042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM4gb1apI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GCuOAI0nyjA/s320/My+Documents61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM4YrSIjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RSIEJ-AHC_M/s1600-h/My+Documents60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367319756243345970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM4YrSIjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RSIEJ-AHC_M/s320/My+Documents60.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM4LemlMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AcqImN4cM34/s1600-h/hrusice10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367319752700499138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM4LemlMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AcqImN4cM34/s320/hrusice10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM3xX7n3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/k_zkZWa4tyk/s1600-h/hrusice7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367319745693196146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM3xX7n3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/k_zkZWa4tyk/s320/hrusice7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM3jfUGKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qSEDlVjHzAE/s1600-h/hrusice4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367319741966063778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM3jfUGKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qSEDlVjHzAE/s320/hrusice4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-6255844385244631265?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/6255844385244631265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=6255844385244631265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6255844385244631265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6255844385244631265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-town-of-josef-lada-hrusice.html' title='Home town of Josef Lada- Hrusice'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnyM4gb1apI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GCuOAI0nyjA/s72-c/My+Documents61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-933565946465516536</id><published>2009-08-02T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:03:22.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Trips'/><title type='text'>Rust- The town of Storks</title><content type='html'>I went to the city of Rust, which some of the houses rusts(not really). But this is not the main point. When I looked up the sky, There were many storks resting in their nests, but it's not at the trees, it's on the chimneys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily those 'volcanos' aren't active anymore. If they are, those eggs up there would be scrambled in less then a hour. I saw that those stork have a 'sea' of their own. People protected a lake only for storks which contained lots of fish that they can enjoy. Some storks stand very still. They stand without moving that you can't tell if it's reallife or fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are storks treated like celebrities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Western culture the White Stork is a symbol of childbirth. In Victorian times the details of human reproduction were difficult to approach, especially in reply to a younger child's query of "Where did I come from?"; "The stork brought you to us" was the tactic used to avoid discussion of sex. This habit was derived from the once popular superstition that storks were the harbingers of happiness and prosperity, and possibly from the habit of some storks of nesting a top chimneys, down which the new baby could be imagined as entering the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Austria was Western, This myth was believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-933565946465516536?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/933565946465516536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=933565946465516536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/933565946465516536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/933565946465516536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/08/rust-town-of-storks.html' title='Rust- The town of Storks'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-5897453770939451764</id><published>2009-07-31T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:53:37.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><title type='text'>Boxes!</title><content type='html'>Boxes, boxes, boxes on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxes besides my bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me I have to leave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there is no books, no toys, nothing to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is written by me. You get what is going on. I'm going back to my own country, and I have to say farewell to Czech republic forever (thats what I think). So the family has to pack and there is nothing to do accept for TV , Computer and some reading on boring magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days left to the country: 16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-5897453770939451764?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/5897453770939451764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=5897453770939451764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5897453770939451764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5897453770939451764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/07/boxes.html' title='Boxes!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1993689535320686454</id><published>2009-07-30T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:05:27.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Musuem Prague</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnGaFxpVdvI/AAAAAAAAANw/kD2XmlO12J8/s1600-h/Chocolat+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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&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;&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;So, At my journey to Prague I stopped by to go to the Musuem of Chocolate, which is one of my favourite food. That musuem is opened by people who work at the chocolate musuem at Belgium. Then again,This is not just a musuem which just shows choclate bars, But it is a extreme musuem with various collections of choclate, cool info, and best of all, free chocolate samples! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I walked in the rainforest of cacoa which was not even 1m far and tons of information about chocolate(the info comes at next paragraphs). Then there was a table which showed lots of accesories for chocolate. Then,(Best Part) I went to the counter and get to see how to make chocolate and got chocolate sample, and get to watch chocolate television! After that, it's a path about sometimes chocolate is good; that's all of the muesuem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Don't imagine it very small, I'm sure it's bigger than your garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choco Facts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate prevents cavity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you eat 2 pieces of dark chocolate a week, it will extend your life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;From healthiest to unhealthiest chocolate: Dark, Plain, Milk, White&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate was originally a spicy mexican drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate got it's name by a Spanish who can't speak Mayan well and misunderstood "choco' as hot and "late" as drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Long folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnGaFxpVdvI/AAAAAAAAANw/kD2XmlO12J8/s1600-h/Chocolat+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364238055191705330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnGaFxpVdvI/AAAAAAAAANw/kD2XmlO12J8/s320/Chocolat+e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1993689535320686454?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1993689535320686454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1993689535320686454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1993689535320686454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1993689535320686454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/07/chocolate-musuem-prague.html' title='Chocolate Musuem Prague'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SnGaFxpVdvI/AAAAAAAAANw/kD2XmlO12J8/s72-c/Chocolat+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7697929403823775715</id><published>2009-07-27T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:59:24.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>Toy Museum Prague</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to the Toy Museum in Prague. It’s not a boring old museum which just displays brand new toys; it’s a museum which shows rare toys 200-50 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;It contains history about toys, a special surprise on the second floor, and also animatronics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s get started!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who says robots are war machines?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm2uGAmGoYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5XuPKYvWXtA/s1600-h/IMG_4836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363134149530395010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm2uGAmGoYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5XuPKYvWXtA/s320/IMG_4836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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&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;The First kind of dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm2vwa0q2JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/i43MxYrH7K0/s1600-h/IMG_4853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363135977636944018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm2vwa0q2JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/i43MxYrH7K0/s320/IMG_4853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farm houses from 20th century&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm2z1MIR1HI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jLwaZ2NzrdQ/s1600-h/IMG_4851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363140457638515826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm2z1MIR1HI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jLwaZ2NzrdQ/s320/IMG_4851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm2z115Od3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/mFh0_N_Nlig/s1600-h/IMG_4854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363140468849670002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm2z115Od3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/mFh0_N_Nlig/s320/IMG_4854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm2z115Od3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/mFh0_N_Nlig/s1600-h/IMG_4854.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the train!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm27HBrmCYI/AAAAAAAAANA/QCf7Wkrwd5k/s1600-h/IMG_4861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363148460652890498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm27HBrmCYI/AAAAAAAAANA/QCf7Wkrwd5k/s320/IMG_4861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/Sm27HviTEgI/AAAAAAAAANI/nGx5J-c-MWI/s1600-h/IMG_4862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; 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Apricots are delicous aren't they? Not to mention a close friend of peach's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year's Czech apricots are turning bad, by meaning bad, I mean the apricots turning black and not riping.Do you know why? It's mainly because of heavy rainfall. Not just apricots, Other fruits are getting worse, So was my apricot &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SmlVcGIKesI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_RcQwgiW9aE/s1600-h/bad+apricot+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361910772530838210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SmlVcGIKesI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_RcQwgiW9aE/s320/bad+apricot+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tree.....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SmlVbywm62I/AAAAAAAAAMA/zDaflcae6lE/s1600-h/bad+apricot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361910767331765090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SmlVbywm62I/AAAAAAAAAMA/zDaflcae6lE/s320/bad+apricot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3744230821277769142-9157211671588076799?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/9157211671588076799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=9157211671588076799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/9157211671588076799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/9157211671588076799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/07/apricot-disaster.html' title='Apricot Disaster'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SmlVcGIKesI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_RcQwgiW9aE/s72-c/bad+apricot+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-2111400205721762366</id><published>2009-07-17T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:35:20.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Cooking'/><title type='text'>Nata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nata is a popular Portugese pastry, which was also known as Egg Tart, but Portugese do not know what is "Egg Tart".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried Portugese egg tart at a pastry restruant in Lisbon. Guess what? I was so addicted to it's flavour and demanded more. But after that I reached my limit. Not that I couldn't eat any more, but i am banned from eating more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nata is like this:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SmDEHRkgpzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zmUOgoKYoOU/s1600-h/800px-MargaretCafe_PasteisDeNata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359499185825556274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SmDEHRkgpzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zmUOgoKYoOU/s400/800px-MargaretCafe_PasteisDeNata.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; &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; &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;Recipe coming soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-2111400205721762366?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/2111400205721762366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=2111400205721762366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2111400205721762366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2111400205721762366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/07/nata.html' title='Nata'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SmDEHRkgpzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zmUOgoKYoOU/s72-c/800px-MargaretCafe_PasteisDeNata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3896728065759415029</id><published>2009-07-17T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:15:25.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Cooking'/><title type='text'>Nachos</title><content type='html'>I guess there is not much people in Europe is not familiar with the word "Nachos". If you don't know what is Nachos, It's a Mexican snack, also known as corn chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made "real" Nachos, as you can see some Nachos are not original Mexican when they are add flavoured. So I opened up the 《Fun to learn Cook Book》，and followed the recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a all original corn chips, grated cheese, kidney beans and tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Preheat oven 180.C&lt;br /&gt;2.Grate cheese, set aside.&lt;br /&gt;3.Open can. Drain Beans. Turn into sieve. Rinse under cold running water. Drain. Put in saucepan.&lt;br /&gt;4.Chop tomato. Put in sauce pan.&lt;br /&gt;5.Place saucepan over a medium heat. Cook , stirring for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;6.Place corn chips around edge of ovenproof dish.&lt;br /&gt;7.Spoon bean mixture into centre of dish.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sprinkle with cheese. Bake for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second junior recipe to cook and I rated it A+. Delicous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3896728065759415029?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3896728065759415029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3896728065759415029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3896728065759415029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3896728065759415029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/07/nachos.html' title='Nachos'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7786362626662916274</id><published>2009-07-05T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:27:47.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Trips'/><title type='text'>Field trip day 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 33%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late, due of playing too late at the pool table. So, I a breakfast, not just any breakfast, special Czech breakfast-------bread with butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating ‘special’ breakfast we had to go and change in to proper clothes. I don’t need to; I’m always in proper clothes. We went to the woods and played a game. Juniors, (1-4 grades) have to take a paper and make the two pages have 16 boxes. They have to copy down the pictures copied. The seniors (others) have to catch them and cross one of the pictures out and go away. I caught (guess what grade I am) 10 people and crossed their pictures out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 66%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was something you can call ‘popular’. Its spaghetti; after many people finished it, they went to the cook room and demanded more and more. I ate 3 bowls of spaghetti due stricken by famine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote a postcard and send it home, and traded cards in the 2 hour break. I finally battled with the Yu-Gi-Oh (a card game) master, which happened to be my room mate.&lt;br /&gt;He finished me of in 2 minutes, which wasn’t very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went outside again, and had a competition, who can make the best house with sticks. My team, made an Aztec Temple. It was made of sticks, leafs, cones and mud.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we were 2nd place, seems like some more builders beat me at building. Besides this activity, people who hate building are racing, but no prizes for winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 34%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prizes were given before dinner. We also played a tournament in pool, which raised our experience in pool gaming. I got only a Package of Kinder chocolateL, but at least I even got a prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was meatloaf. Not so delicious actually. After dinner, Grade 4 and up went to the woods and learned some ways to make a big fire. We learned the way “teepee”. We have to build a tent and then put kinder wood (baby wood) on top and inside to make it burn. Our challenge was to make the fire light for at least 10 minutes. It was raining, so no one won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we (seniors) watched the movie &lt;&lt;bolt&gt;&gt; which people voted since &lt;&lt;big&gt;&gt; 2 didn’t work (too bad, I recommend the 1 choice more).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-7786362626662916274?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/7786362626662916274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=7786362626662916274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7786362626662916274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7786362626662916274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/07/field-trip-day-2.html' title='Field trip day 2'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-361855949086160203</id><published>2009-07-04T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:33:25.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s New expreince'/><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>Today is a marriage of Mika( my piano teacher) and Petr, At the Church St. Peter which happens to be very near the centrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people attended to the wedding( by I mean many is 200-300), but it's as grand as other Christian weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we took a picture with those two couples who are getting married, then we formed pairs and made a 'pair line'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the church door was open, all the attenders(including me) went in the church and standed next to the chairs like a lumpy fence which welcomed those two. Grand organ music was putted on. When those 2 went up the steps, which was a area with preists, we went to our seats, but didn't sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high preist standed behind the table which had a book, and started reading about the marriage thing which was in Czech, and also the time when we sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also sang holy songs about 2 times, which was very loud and religous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30 min(Wow 0_o) the high preist brought the rings and those 2 helped each other to put them on, and then they kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made a fence again,and we straighted out to shake hands and gave gifts to those married people, and we got some pastries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-361855949086160203?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/361855949086160203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=361855949086160203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/361855949086160203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/361855949086160203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-2880644159042642977</id><published>2009-07-03T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:08:25.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Stories in Chinese'/><title type='text'>猫来了!</title><content type='html'>差不多每一天，那只肥猫都会不请自来，来我们家的后园做客。因为那只猫，我知道了养宠物的感觉。那只猫在我们搬来这屋子时就存在了。它好像是一只无家可归的流浪猫。身材肥肥、胖胖的，融化了我的心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天，我摸猫时，发现他的左耳有一个很大的疤痕，不知是否是在跟其它猫打架时留下的。是不是有更多像它一样流浪的猫呢？果然，在一个晚上，我看到另外一只雌猫在雨中坐着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在2008年开始买一些猫食给它吃。猫的身体越来越好，也越好动了，一天我看到它爬上了我们家的杏桃树。开始时我很惊奇，但现在看猫爬树已是很普通的事了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是我的第一只宠物，它会永远留在我的记忆里… &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355781578850255298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SlOO-EXzQcI/AAAAAAAAALw/M0-BvrYqTss/s400/fat+cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-2880644159042642977?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/2880644159042642977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=2880644159042642977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2880644159042642977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/2880644159042642977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='猫来了!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SlOO-EXzQcI/AAAAAAAAALw/M0-BvrYqTss/s72-c/fat+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-8151473990197152025</id><published>2009-07-01T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:02:54.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Cooking'/><title type='text'>My DIY meal</title><content type='html'>As I can see all of you who are reading this know what does DIY means (In case you don’t I don’t know why it means do it your self). So, I got my body which was glued to my bed and to the study room and started to research my museum of books. I founded the treasure book &lt;em&gt;Fun to learn Cook book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;the&gt; and also a bunch of old collection of dust and dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, So I was very hungry and starving so I chose an easy recipe called ‘Eggs in a Frame’. It looked nice; and I got all the tools needed: scales, cookie cutter, frying pan, and a nice simple cup. I also got 2 slices of bread, some butter and 2 eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disobeyed the book a bit; I used these steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a cookie cutter to cut center out of bread&lt;br /&gt;Place butter in frying pan. Heat until butter melts and sizzles&lt;br /&gt;Place bread on pan. Cook until golden&lt;br /&gt;Break an egg and put it to a bowl. Pour the egg into the hole in the bread. Repeat with remaining egg and bread.&lt;br /&gt;Fry until eggs are cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meal’s image is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SkuFDcJ87pI/AAAAAAAAALo/Lv3q2BmWyZg/s1600-h/IMG_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353518876204002962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SkuFDcJ87pI/AAAAAAAAALo/Lv3q2BmWyZg/s320/IMG_2100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I’m not even a junior cook, my meal turned out like this:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SkuFCz-OTMI/AAAAAAAAALg/YIL4_G3D0b4/s1600-h/IMG_2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353518865417391298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SkuFCz-OTMI/AAAAAAAAALg/YIL4_G3D0b4/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-8151473990197152025?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/8151473990197152025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=8151473990197152025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8151473990197152025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8151473990197152025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/07/cooking-with-my-self.html' title='My DIY meal'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SkuFDcJ87pI/AAAAAAAAALo/Lv3q2BmWyZg/s72-c/IMG_2100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-8090779892304026242</id><published>2009-06-30T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:53:03.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><title type='text'>Field trip: Day 1</title><content type='html'>Day 1⅓&lt;br /&gt; Well Day 1 basically means Monday, since school is closed in weekend. So this Field trip is the 3rd one I had, and probably the most exciting field trip I‘d ever been. This field trip is at the city Nedvedice, which is not far away from Brno.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up in my newborn bedroom, which had been rehabilitated from a dungeon to heaven, without an alarm clock 7 o’clock in the morning. I took my luggage and bag which was resting on the bed room door and tossed it downstairs (not really, just my habit, toss things downstairs while at the 7th step of the stair sideways).   Breakfast was simple, as usual; just bread with ham. After putting my I coat on and got my baggage and sack and I’m off to the 26 bus from the stop Udolicek to Cejkovicka.&lt;br /&gt;I waited in the school cloakroom for the bus to arrive. While waiting, I chit-chatted with some friends of mine about this field trip. “Time flies like an arrow” some people said; this expression was there while I was waiting in the cloakroom. The bus arrived in a while; I sat with my brother in the bus then in 1 hour we were departing of the bus and rushed towards with our belongings to the Hotel Myslivna which was welcoming us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1⅔&lt;br /&gt;The Hotel was nice; it had two kinds of pool; a swimming pool and a pool table. It also had also a Kid’s Garden filled with playground toys. We ate lunch in the Restaurant which served soup, tea and rice with salt sauce. I decided to share my room with my own continent friends, Andy and Kenta (No prizes for guessing which continent I come from). &lt;br /&gt;At the 2 hour break we started sharing our treats, trading cards, playing cards, unpacking, and playing with nature.&lt;br /&gt;We were outside after the break and were playing games in the forest. We were forcing ourselves to walk farther and explore more. I got revenge by nature all right; I screamed as loud as I could as soon as I saw a snail in front of my face. We discovered a catnip meadow full of scent; till rain poured all over on our face. We finally found our way back to the warm cozy hotel and kept ourselves in the room away from the dreadful weather outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day1 end&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we (grade 5 and up) played pool for 1.5 hours, while the others went to bed.  I learned the basic rules of pool and I started to do a practice tournament.   At 10 o clock, I went to bed with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-8090779892304026242?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/8090779892304026242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=8090779892304026242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8090779892304026242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8090779892304026242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/06/field-trip-day-1.html' title='Field trip: Day 1'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-8042939492419847973</id><published>2009-06-18T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:01:33.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy at school'/><title type='text'>Sports day at International School of Brno(ISB)</title><content type='html'>At 17 June 2009 at ISB was Sports day, which means all day was sports!I was in the team called All Stars, which had the folllowing players: Jane,Mohhamed,Joy,Patrick,Isha, Drul,Cotone my little brother and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were the other 5 teams; The Pumas, Terminators,Awesomeness,Shockers and Cool People. We 1st had a opening ceremony, which contained our national team flag and anthem. Our &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SjpbXbmTOhI/AAAAAAAAALY/7u8oFQ34K8U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348687965559405074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SjpbXbmTOhI/AAAAAAAAALY/7u8oFQ34K8U/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flag was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flag was done by paint, the actual flag had team member names on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Here are the games list: Basketball run, Dizzy football, Marshmallow mania, Quick dress up, Water Rush and Black out rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball run has nothing to do with basketball, except for the ball. We have to do the passing in the order: down,up,down ,up. When you pass to the last person on the field you have to run to the front and repeat this. Our team got 27 points at this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy football, you have to turn around a pole 5 times, then dizz run then kick the ball in the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team got 108 points at this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Quick dress up, you have to put on some really big clothes(scarf, jacket that you have to zip,gloves and hat) as fast as you can and run through the tunnel then write your name at the blackboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time for all the players to do that was 9:01 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At marshmallow mania some one has to kneel down without using hands, and others have to throw in marshmallows in his mouth. If he gets it, it's a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team got 9 points at this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Water rush you have 2 buckets 10 m away. The bucket that is in front of you is full of water. You have to take a sponge and soak water then squeeze the water to the 2nd empty bucket.&lt;br /&gt;For doing this 1~5 minutes, you get 3 points. For doing 5~10 minutes, you get 2 points. For doing 10~15 minutes, you get 1 point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got 3 points at this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackout rap, you have to have a cloth closed around your eyes, than you have to dribble the ice hockey ball around cones, without touching the cones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team got 15 points at this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, we finished the sports day. Our team was the 4th, out of the 6 teams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-8042939492419847973?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/8042939492419847973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=8042939492419847973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8042939492419847973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8042939492419847973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/06/sports-day-at-international-school-of.html' title='Sports day at International School of Brno(ISB)'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SjpbXbmTOhI/AAAAAAAAALY/7u8oFQ34K8U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-4373100148517565029</id><published>2009-06-03T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:36:15.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Stories in Chinese'/><title type='text'>环保</title><content type='html'>最近，在放学回家路上，我看到一些美国富家子弟在玩游戏。我走前看，你知道我看到了什么吗？他们竟然把用十六捷克币买的汽水瓶拿来当玩具踢来踢去玩！还有一次，一个美国人把15cm的铅笔当作空手道的练习板来折断！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  哎，是不是他们得到太多了呢？这也不能只怪美国人，很多要风得风，要雨得雨的小孩都不会珍惜东西了。把这些忘了吧，你知道大家都不当环保当一回事了吗？今天的人类，越来越贪心。他们只会想到自己。不要说别人，他们连地球都不管！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家都是污染分子。就从洗碗说起吧。洗碗有用到肥皂就是污染。洗碗的水都会排去河里，化学物品会把河污染，毒害水里的生物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多人都说：乱丢垃圾又怎么样?害不死人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或者是：你少管啦！又不是世界末日！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是他们知道吗？&lt;br /&gt;不环保，3000年后世界就没有了空气。&lt;br /&gt;不环保，少过1000年后世界就没有了动物。&lt;br /&gt;不环保，1000年后地球就被烟雾包围住。&lt;br /&gt;不环保，100年后北极就融化！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你知道为什么这样吗？这有几个原因。&lt;br /&gt;燃烧垃圾，造成地球暖化。&lt;br /&gt;乱浪费纸，浪费树木，空气减少。&lt;br /&gt;把垃圾乱丢，动物会当作点心吃而死。&lt;br /&gt;工厂排出废气，把天空染黑，也同时造成酸雨；把森林破坏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你知道怎样处理垃圾吗？&lt;br /&gt;这里有几个好和坏的方法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好的处理垃圾方法：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把适当的垃圾（落叶，尸体，排泄物和更多）埋起来，当自然的肥料。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把吃不完的食物或肉骨喂狗和猫吃，以免污染空气（请看下面）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坏的处理垃圾方法：&lt;br /&gt;把垃圾丢进海/河里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把垃圾烧成灰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用垃圾掩埋法&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把垃圾丢进海/河里一点帮助都没有。反而会害死动物和水染毒。如果一直继续，世界就没有了自来水，和带来多几种绝症。&lt;br /&gt;用垃圾掩埋法又浪费钱又臭，总有一天，世界会被垃圾包围着。&lt;br /&gt;      燃烧垃圾，是造成地球暖化的祸首。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我希望大家可以环保，把地球变成一个人间天堂。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-4373100148517565029?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/4373100148517565029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=4373100148517565029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4373100148517565029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4373100148517565029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='环保'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-848141786167615089</id><published>2009-05-02T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:57:34.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.Season Special'/><title type='text'>Poem of Dandelion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dandelion he's no fungi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a yellow girl who's a bit shy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 1 special night it will change it's clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the shiny yellow t-shirt to silent white cloak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The golden's pal's life is so short,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a week to the heaven's port.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind blows the cloak away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fur becomes life in another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;By THX(Sharkboy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SfyXXRW-IWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QC2mSpAXCeY/s1600-h/dandelion10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331302484952359266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SfyXXRW-IWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QC2mSpAXCeY/s320/dandelion10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SfyXXfLtysI/AAAAAAAAALI/UvPNd3lkCbA/s1600-h/dandelion9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331302488663247554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SfyXXfLtysI/AAAAAAAAALI/UvPNd3lkCbA/s320/dandelion9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3744230821277769142-848141786167615089?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/848141786167615089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=848141786167615089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/848141786167615089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/848141786167615089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-of-dandelion.html' title='Poem of Dandelion'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SfyXXRW-IWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QC2mSpAXCeY/s72-c/dandelion10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-788329457854993207</id><published>2009-05-01T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:47:11.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Alerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.Season Special'/><title type='text'>Revoloution!(kind of)</title><content type='html'>Today is labour day; a day where you don't have to work, but some people don't follow the rules......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   'Some' people are at the centrum of Brno. You know they freak me out. I feel like Anne Frank* in my secret Annex; hiding from Hitler. They are having a 'little' project about sweeping away foreigners out of their country. Some people say they are 'locos'. But I quiet agree with them. I mean, how would you like it if someone busts in you're house and stays there all day all night? Despite the example,they still don't have to be so mad to get us out,and were not like the ones who broke their economic crisis. It's disrespectful! Is it how they treat their guests?Take a stick and force us out?If you just bust out to the centrum, some hyperactive ones will rush to you and beat you up. Polices don't care about their project; but they are there to protect you if they ever do something 'unsensible' to get us out of their house. Could they ever imagine a country without foreigners? No, because that will break the tourism of their country and it'll be silent like death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank*=A Jewish girl in the II World War, hiding from the brutal ways from Hitler in the secret Annex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-788329457854993207?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/788329457854993207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=788329457854993207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/788329457854993207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/788329457854993207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/05/revoloutionkind-of.html' title='Revoloution!(kind of)'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1585483384990199769</id><published>2009-04-12T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T05:09:54.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Novels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.Season Special'/><title type='text'>Myself; who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I’m a machine that was bought by my master 2 weeks ago. He bought me in a shop called LIDL. He made loads of children named waffles with me by following the recipes. He decorates and eats my children after I made children with flour, sugar, eggs and butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who am I? If you’re guessing waffle maker you’re right. In case you don’t know what a waffle maker is, it’s a machine that makes waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make 2 waffles at a time. I have 3 different children; apple waffle, waffle and ham waffle. Apple waffle is the sweetest one of all in mine children, even though waffle is sweet too. The saltiest one of my children is ham waffle. He’s complicated, not many people understand him much. Waffle is the one who is most famous. He’s name is known almost in every country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I make waffles, I have to say good bye to them in 5 minutes, watching them get eaten by my master. Some times when I’m too angry, my children get a “black death” (fried) disease which my master likes to eat the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I’m in a good mood, I will make perfect little waffles who my master always praises to them. They sometimes experiment to make even better waffles. E.g. Sausage waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, will you excuse me, I have to sleep now.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323775919252501602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SeHZ_fLS9GI/AAAAAAAAALA/qHKudPHh2qo/s400/waffle+maker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1585483384990199769?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1585483384990199769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1585483384990199769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1585483384990199769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1585483384990199769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/04/myself-who-am-i.html' title='Myself; who am I?'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SeHZ_fLS9GI/AAAAAAAAALA/qHKudPHh2qo/s72-c/waffle+maker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1851605028057606969</id><published>2009-04-09T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:01:55.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.Season Special'/><title type='text'>The British\American class War!</title><content type='html'>In History, there's the American civil war, but in my class, there's the student civil war; the fight between American and British children, and that's one of my reason why I enjoy school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first war, the British made fun of the Americans accent like "Howdy partner, do you want to go to cowboy town and shoot someone tonight?" And the Americans stroke back"Hey chap,do you want to get some tea tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;While I was on the British side(just sitting there), they got some allies( from other countries). But the 1st war ended while they got off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 2nd war, they were making a tiny war just because of "jelly" reading.Americans said it was suppose to be called jello. But Brits say it was jelly. In the middle of the war the Americans keep "jello"ing around, The Brits said  "wobble off jelloman!" to them.The war lasted until they were reading a class paragraph whiched showed jelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1851605028057606969?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1851605028057606969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1851605028057606969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1851605028057606969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1851605028057606969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/04/britishamerican-class-war.html' title='The British\American class War!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-448304000836929005</id><published>2009-04-01T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:55:22.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Festivals'/><title type='text'>April's Fool!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of April,1st of April;April Fool. The children only said easy tricks like your shoes/zipper's untied. But me, have a trick repel. I won't be tricked;instead I tricked them. For example: Student A was standing at the cloakroom. I told him that the principal wants to see him. He does not believe it, But then I told him it's about his mom, he rushed to the principal's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There's a guy called studentX had almst fooled a guy, student Y, by taking a new pair of trousers and said he took his trousers off. And he was trying to look at it, but StudentX didn't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  By the way, do you know I ate a piece of Lego?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-448304000836929005?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/448304000836929005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=448304000836929005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/448304000836929005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/448304000836929005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprils-fool.html' title='April&apos;s Fool!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7724143873294750018</id><published>2009-03-14T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T05:24:44.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Trips'/><title type='text'>Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about Lions, makes me remember about Munich Town. What's Munich town? Well let's just say it's a beautiful town...... Munich is a town where there is Legoland and approximately about 202 lions. Well there is a time for facts.... Munich is the 3rd largest city in Germany. At the mean time Munich is located on the River Isar north of the Bavarian Alps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lions are &lt;em&gt;not the same. &lt;/em&gt;The lions changed the colours and the pattern. Here is the picture from the Magnificent Munich that i captured(Picasafied):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315986626915226898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/ScYtrAACVRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ILILbdRpT-A/s400/Desktop1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I must say, the best thing was not finding treasure(lions), but Legoland at Germany(don't know where)!Even though Disneyland Paris is bigger, but there were limits. I was too short to fit in;and Legoland, I don't have to wait for the lines and i can ride all the rides i want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315986288789972226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/ScYtXUYsZQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AJ12GL2dd-I/s400/Desktop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-7724143873294750018?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/7724143873294750018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=7724143873294750018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7724143873294750018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7724143873294750018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/03/germany.html' title='Germany'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/ScYtrAACVRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ILILbdRpT-A/s72-c/Desktop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-56265819463333230</id><published>2009-02-24T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:06:03.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.Season Special'/><title type='text'>Skiing!</title><content type='html'>After defeating carsick, I've went to the ski area at ???. I've(we've) hired a ski teacher to teacch me. After the cool warm up, I've learned my first technique, the snow cloud. It is used for going and breaking. After 2 times, I had learned a new move. the anti snow cloud. it's for you know, opposite, walking up instead of down. The skiing was tottaly awesome! Too bad Mother nature is gonna eat the ice cream(winter).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-56265819463333230?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/56265819463333230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=56265819463333230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/56265819463333230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/56265819463333230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/02/skiing.html' title='Skiing!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3243473944726203571</id><published>2009-02-09T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:30:12.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s home;H2O'/><title type='text'>Sledging fun!</title><content type='html'>Winter has turned freaky! Check out the precipataion! 1 and a quater day snowing in a row! Speaking of snowing, any one intrested in sledging, well if you do, it is the right time for sledgingh fever to be spreaded out! Sledging doesn't need training, well maybe a little. Even a 3 yeared old kid can sledge alone. Sledging can be free!  You just need to find a slope and a material to sledge with. For example for ploastic bags or card boards. But i suggest it would be best to you a plastic material one or a wooden sledge. The 19th century's England sure knows how to entertain and invent! Can you imagine sledging in 19th century? Then again, problably yes. But be careful at sledging, cause you know what? sledging can kill! and this time, i'm not joking. If you sledge too close to the roaad, you'll get hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3243473944726203571?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3243473944726203571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3243473944726203571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3243473944726203571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3243473944726203571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/02/sledging-fun.html' title='Sledging fun!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-6947615752043430034</id><published>2009-02-09T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:09:26.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.Shark&apos;s Education'/><title type='text'>My poem</title><content type='html'>This is my poem from school about Holocaust. Hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt; O God,&lt;br /&gt;My holy saviour,&lt;br /&gt;will you do me a favor?&lt;br /&gt;Help me from those beastly brutes,&lt;br /&gt;Their gonna make me scream till my voice goes mute,&lt;br /&gt;Untill they finish their odd ordinances,&lt;br /&gt;Their gonna turn me into a woman,handless&lt;br /&gt;I'm like their thundershocked target,nemesis&lt;br /&gt;O god,Please save my ford, where lives my little pod.&lt;br /&gt;I had arguements withmy husband,who was so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;We had often fight with no any rights which people saw by sight.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham O Abraham, please take my syns away. With your master kindness and undreadfulness you can help me solve this time.&lt;br /&gt;The hiding is like a puzzle,which makes us nuzzle. We can't solveit even Mr.dussel and this makes us muzzle.&lt;br /&gt;Hitler isn't gonna leave us petrified,he's gonna leave us breathless, die.&lt;br /&gt;Even I'm the only one left, some one will soon visit me,death.&lt;br /&gt;The world is what do you call it cruel, no matter how you look at it it's uncool.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make the day finally come, wherewe will be crushed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord,Oh lord, please untie the knots and finally i will happily nod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-6947615752043430034?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/6947615752043430034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=6947615752043430034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6947615752043430034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6947615752043430034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-poem.html' title='My poem'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-5180168100842169188</id><published>2009-02-05T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:39:17.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.Shark&apos;s Education'/><title type='text'>Religous Lesson-Jewish</title><content type='html'>Period 1&lt;br /&gt; Today, I've had finally went to the Jewish Cemetery! We went there by the train number8. We've went there after 11stops. We've went there taking peace,calm,kindness and cameras. we were only allowed to take one  memorial picture, and only whisper and don't shout. We were as silent as a grave, well not really, we've whispered a bit. We had saw many graves. My translater freind told me that most of them died in concertration camp. After solving a way out out of the chiming garveyard, we've went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Period 2&lt;br /&gt;We had did a cleanery before going out to break, then we're off. in the 2nd lesson, we disgussed about the holocaust and been given the paper to read. We read that most of the Jews were shot and poisoned than starved to death. Only the men who had work had a chance to survive,25%. The jews were just so as innocent as a lamb. Talking about lamb, they were treated like lamb. They had their wool cutted of and beign sent to C. camp by sheep cars and also beign slaughtered.&lt;br /&gt;Period 3&lt;br /&gt;We've watch Anne Frank's epiode5, the last chapter. We had saw them sent into camps, because of the Nazis. I knew that everyone kept their tears inside,75%, only didn't show them out. After that, we've did a project called "Why do people have to be treated the same". And we also talked about the Holocaust,again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-5180168100842169188?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/5180168100842169188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=5180168100842169188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5180168100842169188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5180168100842169188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/02/religous-lesson-jewish.html' title='Religous Lesson-Jewish'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-7038066095107692478</id><published>2009-01-31T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:04:51.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharks Yo world'/><title type='text'>VBA(Visual Boy Advance)</title><content type='html'>VisalBoyAdvance is a Gameboy/GBA emulator for Windows. The VisualBoyAdvance (also known as VBA for short) has more functions than a GBA(Game Boy Advance). VBA can cheat, hack, or change the game however you like. The often cheats are used in VBA are action replay codes, Gameshark codes, and codebreaker codes. E.G. My game (Pokemon Ruby)'s trainer can walk on water and break the walls. However, it may not have all the equipment that a GBA needs. Like a link cable and wireless adopter. although of that,VBA desn't need money to download, it's free.But for the games, only some are free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-7038066095107692478?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/7038066095107692478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=7038066095107692478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7038066095107692478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/7038066095107692478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/01/vbavisual-boy-advance.html' title='VBA(Visual Boy Advance)'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-8950743768055665079</id><published>2009-01-30T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:09:52.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><title type='text'>Swan Lake-Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky</title><content type='html'>Swan Lake, One of the famous creations by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky,a Russian composer, including the "Nutcracker". Swan Lake is just more than a song, it represents the dramatic Russian story ,as well a German legend,of The Hero(Prince), the Evil(Witch), and The Cursed(Swan). The story which brings sadness was born in 1876,an age which is about to grow dark. It was first performed at the Mariinsky Theatre in St. Petersburg, Russia at the date of January 15, 1895.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaking about swan lake, The &lt;em&gt;mighty prince&lt;/em&gt;(me=) Italic words for sarcasm) went to the theatre at the central of east Brno. I sat a &lt;em&gt;VIP&lt;/em&gt; seat with a bunch of people. I watched all the show about for 3 hours, and i &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; fall asleep, because i had &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; energy. The show was good, andit's really dramatic. I wish i could watch another of is creations, "The nutcracker". The best part is when the evil prince vs. the real prince. The costumes are cool, more like the clothes of future instead of the past. The music? It's awesome. The best part at the &lt;em&gt;VIP&lt;/em&gt; seat is, I can see all of the music players!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-8950743768055665079?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/8950743768055665079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=8950743768055665079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8950743768055665079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/8950743768055665079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/01/swan-lake-pyotr-ilyich-tchaikovsky.html' title='Swan Lake-Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-5093912290061543588</id><published>2009-01-27T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:34:32.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Novels'/><title type='text'>洞(Holes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;最近，我被一本叫《洞》（Holes）的书迷住了。这本书的作者是来自美国的路易斯。萨奇尔（Louis Sachar）。&lt;br /&gt;这是一本充满欢乐和悲伤，感动人心的书。书中的主人公史丹利。叶纳慈（Stanley Yelnats, 发现吗？他的名是姓的倒转）因为“在错误的时间出现在错误的地点”，被天上掉下来的鞋子打中而犯上偷窃罪，被送到专门管教坏小孩的绿湖少年管教营去。&lt;br /&gt;教官规定大家每天都得挖一个5尺深X 5尺长的洞，他说这是为了磨练大家的个性，实际上却是为了寻找宝藏。最后史丹利和朋友零蛋挖出了一个藏了100年的秘密…..是什么秘密呢？我在这儿不告诉你，留给你自己去“挖”。&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢书故事里面的这一首歌，和你分享。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SX9bU7M5vJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IzT3GwUP154/s1600-h/Holesposter03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296052101858311314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SX9bU7M5vJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IzT3GwUP154/s400/Holesposter03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;要是，要是，那月亮没有答腔，&lt;br /&gt;只是反射阳光和一切过往。&lt;br /&gt;我疲倦的狼啊要强壮。&lt;br /&gt;要勇敢地再来一趟。&lt;br /&gt;高飞啊，我的小鸟，&lt;br /&gt;我的天使，我的惟一………&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I like this Novel because it slowly give out the clues and the characters in the story are linked into the past. I like Hector Zeroni(Zero) the most, Although people say he is dumb, he is not. He just doesn't like to answer their questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  This book istouching and &lt;em&gt;smart. The reason i'd put smart is cause it is like all other good books, giving detial slowly, building tention slowly, and best of all, smart clues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-5093912290061543588?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/5093912290061543588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=5093912290061543588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5093912290061543588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5093912290061543588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/01/holes.html' title='洞(Holes)'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SX9bU7M5vJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IzT3GwUP154/s72-c/Holesposter03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-420805567270290958</id><published>2009-01-18T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:38:15.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s gangsta world.'/><title type='text'>A happy 2009...... Or is it!</title><content type='html'>People were happy about the 2009's. They think this would be a new start. It is a new start. It's a new start for 95%peace and 5 % chaos. Let me explain you the '5%' chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,  The Isreals are sending tanks to Gaza and made the Gaza a peaceful place into Earth's hellplace. The worst thing is, America doesn't do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, The Bangkok strike ha strandled about a 1000 people in the airport, which made them can't celebrate a new year with their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, greek teens are striking the whole europe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look on the bright sight, it's only 5%!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-420805567270290958?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/420805567270290958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=420805567270290958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/420805567270290958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/420805567270290958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009-or-is-it.html' title='A happy 2009...... Or is it!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-6617332806475064183</id><published>2009-01-07T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:17:53.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharks Yo world'/><title type='text'>I got a chain letter!</title><content type='html'>I got a chain letter! it's not harmful, and if i continue it it will go to the world record. here's what it says:&lt;br /&gt;This is a chain letter that started in 1998. If it continues ‘til the end of 2008, it will be entered in the Guinness Book of World Records. The chain has not broken since it started, so please don’t ruin everything for us for not sending your letters what to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy this letter 6 times and send it to 6 children around the world who are under 14.&lt;br /&gt;You must send it by mail and write on the front of the envelopes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children’s Chain Letter 1998-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this envelope is listed 4 different names and addresses.&lt;br /&gt;Send a post card to the name and address on the top.&lt;br /&gt;On your envelopes remove the top persons name and address and put your name and put your name and address at the bottom. There should only be 4 names on the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;Pay Attention! You must send your letters within 4 days, otherwise you will interrupt the chain.&lt;br /&gt;   After 6 days you should recieve216 post cards from all around the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-6617332806475064183?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/6617332806475064183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=6617332806475064183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6617332806475064183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6617332806475064183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-chain-letter.html' title='I got a chain letter!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3890046174895185792</id><published>2008-12-20T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:15:49.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s home;H2O'/><title type='text'>back to home</title><content type='html'>I'm now trapped in a mysterious place,Called the ''The Mighty Kuantan'', where a place where is a place for people who likes to eat,although the place is rusty and old a bit. I'll say I'm missing Czech Republic, but, i don't want to lie!&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my own happy short life, eating all that i could ever wanted and playing the new MONOPOLY computer game,even that i already have a live schedule.But what da heck,it's lame as nothing. And its been raining cats and dogs(really intresting or suprising). Time flies like an arrow. A day is longggg as a year,and a year is short as a day. I'm leeching in a house.A house which is as cool as a cucumber where you can watch any comic you want for free. I will be going home in 2 weeks...........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ø„¸¸„ø¤º°¨``°º¤ø„¸﻿ „ø¤º°¨¨°º¤ø„¸♫ ♫ „ø¤º°¨ ¸„ø¤º°¨♪ ♫ ``°º¤ø„¸ ¨°º¤ø„¸ ♪„ø¤º°¨ „ø¤º°¨°º¤ø„¸&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3890046174895185792?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3890046174895185792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3890046174895185792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3890046174895185792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3890046174895185792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-home.html' title='back to home'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-4505102934162821688</id><published>2008-12-11T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:17:35.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s home;H2O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Trips'/><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Malaysia tommorow, so i have to pack.&lt;br /&gt;I had knew all the journey that I'll have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brno-&gt;Vienna(car 2 hours)-&gt;Frankfut(plane)-&gt;K.L.(plane-&gt;Penang(home,plane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pack my whole stuff in my fiflthy small bag, and the journey begans at 12thDecember-3rdJanuary2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-4505102934162821688?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/4505102934162821688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=4505102934162821688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4505102934162821688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4505102934162821688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2008/12/p.html' title=':P'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-3079418897243319389</id><published>2008-12-05T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:56:28.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s gangsta world.'/><title type='text'>Rap history 2</title><content type='html'>Remember rap 1? is now for a second lesson for rap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap is usually made by nigros, which they sing it to like say bad stuff to another person in a song. But now it's a popular music which everyone hears. But remember to chooose the good rps, because loads of them has bad words.There are loads of rappers;e.g.50 cent with the album《Get rich or die trying》. And inside the album there's a song called 'Like my Style'.&lt;br /&gt;Heres another sample rap:&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6voHeEa3ig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6voHeEa3ig&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-3079418897243319389?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/3079418897243319389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=3079418897243319389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3079418897243319389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/3079418897243319389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2008/12/rap-history-2.html' title='Rap history 2'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-5042829844254490176</id><published>2008-11-29T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:08:18.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Novels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s gangsta world.'/><title type='text'>Story of white ants(by me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Football Stadium Falls Down! Directed by: Tan Hong Xuan(my-lifepalace.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Today at BOBO® Stadium, where everyone was hasting to watch the football match,England vs. Italy,which is as popular as a Mexican at an Alamo remembers ceremony. And the crowd all went in about 5 minutes. But suddenly after 35 minutes, a black cloud tiptoes in the football stadium. The football stadium suddenly fell down like 5 little domino pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Football Stadium 0.1: Criminal: Ants!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;“It’s all the greedy humans fault!” said a old village priest.”The god in the sky had punished us for our greed and cruelty!”He added on. But that sounds as ridiculous as a one legged man in a brewery making hops. In a scientific explanation, which did this, why they did this, Better Question, What did this! As soon as scientists were awaking their hardcore brains, the police and the ambulance soon took action. But nothing came out, yet. Only some white ants, (Which is known as wood choppers or termites), Giggling like a little girl who gets her first training bra!!(This means they’re the criminals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Football Stadium 0.2: After the Aftermath…….&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the people were killing those rock headed hooligans, as soon as some survivors (which is the of the people from Bobo® Stadium) came out with crooked hands and twisted legs, said:” I’ve lost everything! I lost my money, I lost my love, I even lost my life! What’s the point of living anyways……”This terror is usually called natural holocaust, and also caused a lack of players for the Euro cup 2009.&lt;br /&gt;After the coast was clear, which went the police had taken away the crumbled stadium, as soon as the funnels took away the dead bodies to the cemetery, which is quite sad, And the Scientist ,which had a brain as technological as a scientist mapping an Ipod's DNA,were finding a way to demolish those cunning creatures, And warned that people shouldn't use wood to build houses again, which made buildings now more expensive. Things just can’t be planned, buildings keep falling everyday……&lt;br /&gt;And now, White ants are known as the black sheep of the ant family.&lt;br /&gt;Note: This is fiction newspaper article, But to remember the people which had died from the white ants, I had wrote this newspaper article. &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/3744230821277769142-5042829844254490176?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/5042829844254490176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=5042829844254490176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5042829844254490176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5042829844254490176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-of-white-antsby-me.html' title='Story of white ants(by me)'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-566275663884021793</id><published>2008-11-25T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:22:12.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharks Yo world'/><title type='text'>Sonwfight!!!!</title><content type='html'>You know,these days, it was snowing....... At break, people played snowball fight!! There were 2 teams. One was called the airbombs(which are in the hills) and te other is called undentified(which was at the surface). i was the enemies of the Yetis(hill guys). And I ambushed them and I end up with mud on my face and shirt. The worst is went you got snow in your head!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, snowball fight rocks!&lt;br /&gt;\,,/ (-_-) \,,/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-566275663884021793?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/566275663884021793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=566275663884021793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/566275663884021793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/566275663884021793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2008/11/sonwfight.html' title='Sonwfight!!!!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-5989523233537328760</id><published>2008-11-23T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:46:04.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Stories in Chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharks Yo world'/><title type='text'>下雪咯！</title><content type='html'>雪终于来了！今年的雪迟来了一些，我等到都长胡须了！！会不会是因为全球暖化的关系呢？我赶紧抓住机会，，拍了一些“酷”的照片哦! 我也要把握机会，尽情地玩雪！但是美中不足，雪还不够多，玩不成了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;这些都是夜里的雪，不是窗口的影哦！&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271863799630868802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SSlsMbk9MUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/r7m7NW940dg/s320/snow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271863802779655698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SSlsMnTr3hI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9WHrE7xFdr8/s320/snow2.jpg" border="0" /&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/3744230821277769142-5989523233537328760?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/5989523233537328760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=5989523233537328760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5989523233537328760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/5989523233537328760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='下雪咯！'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SSlsMbk9MUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/r7m7NW940dg/s72-c/snow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-6051169373399370203</id><published>2008-11-22T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:05:05.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s gangsta world.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.Shark&apos;s Education'/><title type='text'>School web going live!</title><content type='html'>Of 2 weeks of hard work, and 4 dollars of salary, The class website has gone live!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The website s for parents, educationists or anyone!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website is smarterclass.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-6051169373399370203?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/6051169373399370203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=6051169373399370203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6051169373399370203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/6051169373399370203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-web-going-live.html' title='School web going live!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-4420600301851666227</id><published>2008-11-14T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:12:11.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharks Yo world'/><title type='text'>Scooba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Scooba1 The amazing clenaing machine! Its made in iRobot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was released in limited numbers in December 2005 for the Christmas season at $399.99, with full production starting in early 2006. The company introduced a $299 version, the Scooba 5800, in the second half of 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Scooba uses a special non-bleach cleaning solution made by The Clorox Company that cleans the floors and prevents rust or skidding and has been nicknamed Scooba juice. The robot preps the floor by vacuuming loose debris, squirts clean solution, scrubs the floor, and then sucks up the dirty solution leaving a nearly dry floor behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scooba is a new generation of floor cleaning machines. It completes its task on 4 cleaning steps!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SR2xOuxMKlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XXIEpOuLwP8/s1600-h/Scooba1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268562005723982418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SR2xOuxMKlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XXIEpOuLwP8/s400/Scooba1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-4420600301851666227?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/4420600301851666227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=4420600301851666227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4420600301851666227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/4420600301851666227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2008/11/scooba.html' title='Scooba!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8kKAo9_r7M/SR2xOuxMKlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XXIEpOuLwP8/s72-c/Scooba1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744230821277769142.post-1359871529140194165</id><published>2008-11-11T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:40:44.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Alerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark&apos;s Sharing Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharks Yo world'/><title type='text'>Say no to chain messages!</title><content type='html'>Chain messages are something that frightens you so fall for them! if you post them which means you fell for ir, there are some rules that someone wrote about chain messages.&lt;br /&gt;Chain messages rules&lt;br /&gt;Here are some simple rules that will help you see through a message.&lt;br /&gt;1) If it says that you should send something to some other people, it's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;2) If it says that something good will come out of it, it's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;3) If the letter clearly says that 1 and 2 doesn't apply to that letter, it's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;4) No, there are no exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;5) If there is one single letter that actually does break these rules, it's because you are fooled.&lt;br /&gt;6) The risk that someone that you send the chain message to will be irritated and start to dislike you is more than 90%.&lt;br /&gt;7) The risk that something bad will happen to you if you don't send copies of the message is 0.&lt;br /&gt; theres a chain message, don't fall for it!"The lucky angel has already landed on you. She was a girl that has been kidnapped and died. Please send this message to 15 people during 5 days time and the person you like will fall in love with you but if you do not send, your mother will be knock down and die 50 days later. This is a love chain letter. You must sent this this letter if not you'll stay single forever! Do not send back to me! I'm being forced! I have 2 send forward!"&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3744230821277769142-1359871529140194165?l=my-lifepalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/feeds/1359871529140194165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744230821277769142&amp;postID=1359871529140194165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1359871529140194165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744230821277769142/posts/default/1359871529140194165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifepalace.blogspot.com/2008/11/say-no-to-chain-messages.html' title='Say no to chain messages!'/><author><name>Slick Shady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522697841635148414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPImdMcQg6w/Tms7Y3myK7I/AAAAAAAAASY/QOCpyjKxqMU/s220/SHADY%2B08.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
