<?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-1257319565065000078</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:29:43.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem Fans</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1257319565065000078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1257319565065000078.post-5037112325991809103</id><published>2008-05-25T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:25:19.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Assignment 2 for my Portfolio</title><content type='html'>I opened my eyes. My feelers twitched. I looked around. I sensed no danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was as dark as eyes closed. As my vision cleared, I took a loud yawn. In the distance, a rooster was crowing and I knew immediately that the Sun was rising. Still in the dark, I waited for the hawker to open the cupboard. I wandered around my home, tripping over dirty cloths and plates and utensils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Creak….” Just then, a beam of light shone on me and I scurried away to hide in the shadows. James, the hawker, opened the cupboard wide and I took this chance to scurry away. My feelers twitching, I ran to the front of the stall as the morning sun rose above the treetops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cacophony of voices filled the hawker centre. I craned my neck to get a better view. As it was the human’s public holiday, people from all walks of life streamed into the hawker centre for a taste of local delights. A scent of cooked chicken and rice wafted pass my nose. James was busy preparing chicken rice. My stomach grumbled. I had to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I left James’ stall, a long queue of people was outside his stall longing for the best selling dish. The man at the front of the queue took out a piece of purple paper with the word “2 dollars” and a picture of a man on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world did not make sense to me and my fellow friends. These homosapiens use money to get food while we cockroaches get food with our lives. We have to scurry around with an empty stomach and in front of humans, looking for remaining scraps of food, not knowing when we would get killed by the humans but we treasure our lives and would live to the last second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many different types of shoes stomped around me. I had to make my way through the crowd of human feet to the dustbin at the other side of the hawker centre without being crushed. “Eww….” “A cockroach!” “Let’s crush it!” I looked up to see several humans avoiding me, creating a safe pathway for me. However, my pathway was blocked again by a new sea of shoes. My heart thumped wildly. Was I able to make it across?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a pain shot through one of my left legs. I was dismayed to see that a little human boy had stepped on my leg.  I grimaced in pain as I watched the little boy walking off, oblivious to my plight. Despite the excruciating pain, I crawled on slowly. “Why must I suffer so? Why must humans treat me this way?” I thought. I could not understand. Human said that we cockroaches were filthy and ugly while we find them cruel and unkind. Why couldn’t we all get along well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Smack!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, I was already in front of the dustbin and something fell on top of me. As my curiosity was piqued, I crawled out from under the object. I saw that it was a half-opened packet of flat-like things known as “chips”. Food! At last! Hungrily, I started eating the chips. Suddenly, I noticed some red powder on the chips. My mouth began to feel very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed out of the bag of chips and caught sight of a can lying not far away. I hurried myself towards it and managed to the last few sips of the liquid that was left in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling satisfied, I crawled out of the can. I was full and felt really sleepy. I staggered about, unaware of my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” I turned around to see a group of ants waving to me while feeding on a slice of cake they had found near the dustbin. As I waved back, I saw a shoe approaching me. Before I could act, I found myself in the air. I felt my head hit the corner of the dustbin. As my vision blurred, I noticed that my two other legs were gone. Pain filled my body. I started to curl up. The group of ants started making their way towards me. I knew that I was going to be their food. I took my last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my world went black…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1257319565065000078-5037112325991809103?l=nsmandnly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/feeds/5037112325991809103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1257319565065000078&amp;postID=5037112325991809103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1257319565065000078/posts/default/5037112325991809103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1257319565065000078/posts/default/5037112325991809103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-assignment-2-for-my-portfolio.html' title='My Assignment 2 for my Portfolio'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1257319565065000078.post-6258206523353995151</id><published>2007-11-30T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:41:59.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is nine fifteen at night and I am craving for something absolutely delicious---- Ice cream!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am imagining myself devouring the cone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm... cold...... sweet ...... yum.... ice cream.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;from poem fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to all ice cream fans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you are looking forward to some ice cream, the best ways to tempt you is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do you want some ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With some nuts on it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How about a cone with chocolate ice cream on top?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Plus a delicious waffle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With syrup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or a berry or two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or vanilla ice cream with two sticks of waffles, an oreo biscuit and chocolate flakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope at this point, you are hungry already coz I have no questons to ask !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1257319565065000078-6258206523353995151?l=nsmandnly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/feeds/6258206523353995151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1257319565065000078&amp;postID=6258206523353995151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1257319565065000078/posts/default/6258206523353995151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1257319565065000078/posts/default/6258206523353995151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/2007/11/ice-cream.html' title='ice cream'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1257319565065000078.post-7119979145851663271</id><published>2007-11-29T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:47:21.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carousel ( the restaurant)</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to The Carousel ( a restaurant of fine dining ) at Orchard Road.The food there was delicious!! They served food like mussels, scallops, warm and stomach filling soups, fruits that you can dip in a chocolate fountain and many more.(what I've mentioned were my favourites) I rate it a good solid 4 stars .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Poem&lt;br /&gt;The smell of food waft pass my nose,&lt;br /&gt;I scramble in with eager toes.&lt;br /&gt;I felt my stomach begin to churn,&lt;br /&gt;my appetite began to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the buffet spread,&lt;br /&gt;mussels, scallops, all sorts of bread.&lt;br /&gt;I grab my plate and take&lt;br /&gt;all sorts of food onto my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started munching down all the food,&lt;br /&gt;and boy! was it good!&lt;br /&gt;Plate after plate I took,&lt;br /&gt;until the chef had lots to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end ,&lt;br /&gt;I gave a bend.&lt;br /&gt;I gave the restaurant a comment,&lt;br /&gt;it was a loud burp of content!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem by " poem fan"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1257319565065000078-7119979145851663271?l=nsmandnly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/feeds/7119979145851663271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1257319565065000078&amp;postID=7119979145851663271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1257319565065000078/posts/default/7119979145851663271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1257319565065000078/posts/default/7119979145851663271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/2007/11/carousel-restaurant.html' title='Carousel ( the restaurant)'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1257319565065000078.post-3284754384179597413</id><published>2007-11-28T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T05:47:21.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays (the poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My holidays , you may think is fun,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But actually, you are quite wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of my homework are already done,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And five minutes is boring and long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I was back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in school where there was things to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I had to crane my neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as I did lots of sudoku.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh how I wish I was in Spain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to see the sights and sounds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or probably visit Maine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and could at least move around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess all my wishes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would not come true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But must wash the dirty dishes!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I can say is "BOOOO..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1257319565065000078-3284754384179597413?l=nsmandnly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/feeds/3284754384179597413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1257319565065000078&amp;postID=3284754384179597413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1257319565065000078/posts/default/3284754384179597413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1257319565065000078/posts/default/3284754384179597413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/2007/11/holidays-poem.html' title='Holidays (the poem)'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1257319565065000078.post-7283138555367912633</id><published>2007-11-28T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T05:27:42.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holidays</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since school ended--- that means staying at home with absolutely nothing interesting to do.It has also been a while since I contacted my three best friends.Now every day, I stay at home drawing Manga ( japanese cartoon drawings-- for those who do not know), playing the piano and X-Box.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  F.Y.I.(for those who do not know-- it is short for 'for your information')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  Even if you are a TV fan, you MAY not always watch TV, but love  to. Same  thing with poem fans.Although I am a poem fan,I may not always write poems, but love to. This means that you should not always expect a poem from me everytime.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1257319565065000078-7283138555367912633?l=nsmandnly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/feeds/7283138555367912633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1257319565065000078&amp;postID=7283138555367912633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1257319565065000078/posts/default/7283138555367912633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1257319565065000078/posts/default/7283138555367912633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsmandnly.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-holidays.html' title='My Holidays'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
