tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69813798309705031832009-07-09T22:42:37.217+08:00Jolly Tot***** ^.^ *****Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-91582236711533368252009-07-09T22:06:00.003+08:002009-07-09T22:42:37.224+08:00Durians...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SlYBXJT0IDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a5qye1UC8gU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356470303951429682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SlYBXJT0IDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a5qye1UC8gU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Today, I ate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">durian</span>, it was very yummy! I shared the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">durian</span> with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nai</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nai</span>, ye ye, daddy and mummy. Not all are sweet, some of them are bitter... I liked the sweet ones, but some people (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nai</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nai</span>, ye ye, daddy and mummy ) liked the bitter ones and the bitter ones.Georgia did not eat any durians and when I asked her why, she said she don't know.I tried to open some durians, it was very diffucult to open it. I kept on eating, until I was bloated and I felt like my tummy exploding...I have to sleep now, bye! Bye!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-9158223671153336825?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-353116969906835552009-06-15T15:37:00.002+08:002009-06-15T16:24:31.130+08:00Fireworks<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SjYADnKdSqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cSX25CLjV-8/s1600-h/P1050052.JPG"><span></span><span></span><span></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461669601495714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SjYADnKdSqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cSX25CLjV-8/s320/P1050052.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The fireworks show was very exciting,because it has loud noises and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">interesting</span> shapes. Popo also went and watch with us.They used a man's body made of plastic bottles, and light up the fire to pop the man. Some of the performers wore protective shirt and pant while they had fireworks stick on their sleeves. They also used a fake small rocket, and light the bottom with light, and it flew like real rockets, cool uh? Daddy was very pitful, because he had to carry Georgia as she cannot stand on the grass. Georgia comfortly lie down on daddy's hand, and looked up in the sky. Mummy saw her, and wanted to lie down too. Ha! ha! It was a very good day, I wish to come again. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-35311696990683555?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-66897690018362316572009-06-08T17:20:00.009+08:002009-06-08T18:58:17.630+08:00Trip to National Museum Of Singapore (with Dinosaurs in it...)<div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SizehPfTLbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PA9Y-4hRRxM/s1600-h/P1050002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344891520456797618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SizehPfTLbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PA9Y-4hRRxM/s320/P1050002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Yesterday, we went to the National Museum Of Singapore. When we reached there, <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>the door was not opened yet!</strong></span> Georgia and I decided to sit on the staircase, just in front of the door. We waited, and waited... And suddenly, I heard the key tinkling, so we quickly went down the stairs. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SizhcDddV2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/dibSjAcB_2o/s1600-h/P1050033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344894729863386978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SizhcDddV2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/dibSjAcB_2o/s320/P1050033.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">After all the exhibition and activities, we went for the puppet show. I liked watching the show, because it is very interesting. The puppet looks extremely real!!! The man will call out the different dinosaurs one at a time, and the last one was super huge! Their species is called ' Dwarf Dinosaur' , it is a cousin to the T-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rex</span> too! The man also asked:" who wants to feed themselves to the dinosaur?"Georgia eventually raised up her hand! When she went up, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">man</span> told Georgia to<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> jump into the Dinosaur's mouth</strong></span>, but Georgia refused to do so. Then the man said:" No, I am just kidding you! You are going to feed it." So, Georgia<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> slowly and cautiously</strong></span> put it into the d<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">inosaurs</span> mouth. What a brave girl she is!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SizmKOoNKwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H4s5PMqwsI0/s1600-h/P1050040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344899921181747970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SizmKOoNKwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H4s5PMqwsI0/s320/P1050040.JPG" border="0" /></a>Finally, we got the chance to <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>touch the baby dinosaur</strong></span> and took photo with it. We pat the dinosaur gently, and the<strong> <span style="color:#ff0000;">skin was very rough</span></strong>. Georgia even asked one of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">puppeteers:" how does it make the sound?" The puppeteer replied:" You have to<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> find it out yourself</strong></span>, but I can tell you,<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> it</strong></span> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>wasn't me</strong></span>." Georgia giggled and walked away. I think the the puppeteer was <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>pressing a controller to make the sound</strong></span>, because <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">the right hand is in</span></strong> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>the back of the support</strong></span>. I was just guessing, so <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>do not</strong></span> think that it is true, unless <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>you yourself knows that it is true</strong></span>... </span><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SizhcDddV2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/dibSjAcB_2o/s1600-h/P1050033.JPG"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-6689769001836231657?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-3983563700000255242008-12-08T18:58:00.003+08:002008-12-08T19:08:15.233+08:00Sick...Sick...Recover!!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/ST0ACdo-qzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ikXlAOTJrtQ/s1600-h/Forever_Friends_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277374380664335154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/ST0ACdo-qzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ikXlAOTJrtQ/s320/Forever_Friends_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>hiya everybody! Today I am sick. My tempreture is about 37.7 c. At that time my head was dizzy and I vomited 3 times. But I recovered and now my tempreture is 37.1c. Gotta go and eat dinner. Bye! Bye!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-398356370000025524?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-26931216219739778212008-11-13T21:43:00.003+08:002008-11-13T22:11:12.363+08:00#2 in class !!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SRw0-S-bwTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xMd5iRMj54I/s1600-h/Forever_Friends_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268143908966875442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SRw0-S-bwTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xMd5iRMj54I/s320/Forever_Friends_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hi everybody,do u know why am I <strong>soo</strong> happy today ? If u don't know just read :</span></p><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">When I came back after dinner , I went 'n' called my friend what to bring for school tomorrow , she told me " Ashley, tomorrow actually no need to come to school . But u need to come 'cause tomorrow is prize giving day . U won <strong>2nd prize</strong> 'n' I won 3rd prize . ( I was surprised when she said the words in bold 'cause I got 4th prize in primary 2 ) Tomorrow only bring water bottle 'n' wallet . But u can only bring to family members if u want , but u must be there before 8 o'clock . Bye bye ! "</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-2693121621973977821?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-54192058044026476692008-10-21T14:22:00.007+08:002008-10-26T13:22:50.530+08:00holidays!!!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SP15NOIOPEI/AAAAAAAAADw/JVxYA_MYVgQ/s1600-h/Forever_Friends_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259493207876451394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/SP15NOIOPEI/AAAAAAAAADw/JVxYA_MYVgQ/s320/Forever_Friends_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Hi long time no see! Do u know holidays are comming? And I'm going to Bintan! My birthday 'n' Chrismas are both on holidays! Cool uh? I find it very good to have my birthday on holidays , 'cause no need to go school... I don't like to go school 'cause got a lot of homework 'n' cannot play with Georgia(if Georgia go school , I'd rather go school 'cause verey boring at home 'n' mummy will give me homework). And I'm sure teacher will give me lots of homework 'cause exam is comming... Exams are very scary one leh... Ok, gotta go 'cause Georgia's comming back! See u next time! Bye! Bye!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-5419205804402647669?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-38374816826523417422008-04-15T15:37:00.000+08:002008-04-12T18:39:08.809+08:00___ear(rhyming poem)Mr. Bear wears a pear costume to a party this year.<br />After the party, Mr.Bear clears the mess which he fears.<br />Dear Mr. Bear is so tired that he is near to tears.<br />From the rear, comes Mr. Deer to help him clear. <br />Five drops of tears fell onto Mr. Bear's pear dress.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-3837481682652341742?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-37203292881685404382008-04-14T15:33:00.001+08:002008-04-12T19:13:11.216+08:00___oo___(rhyming poem)Pooh with his boots and a hook, cooked some food from the book.<br />He took a spoon to cool the food that looked like some ooze.<br />Soon, the fool zoomed across the room, and went to the loo.<br />Oh, poor little Pooh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-3720329288168540438?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-42830795345227209622008-04-13T15:15:00.000+08:002008-04-12T18:27:26.798+08:00___ny(rhyming poem)Danny,the brainy bunny,has a runny nose.<br />Granny asks nanny to give him some carrot dose.<br />Bunny gets funny and plays with Sunny,the pony, with his eyes closed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-4283079534522720962?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-11816519047689749422008-04-12T15:10:00.006+08:002008-04-12T19:13:30.375+08:00___ at(rhyming poem)A fat cat with a hat sat on a mat and chat with a rat.<br />Oh what a brat!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-1181651904768974942?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-1941205753231711932008-02-20T15:28:00.002+08:002008-02-20T15:40:17.925+08:00The Squirrelwhisky frisky hippety hop. Up he goes to the tree top! Whirly twirly round and round. Down he scampers to the ground! Furly curly what a tail! Tall as a feather broad as a sail. Where's his supper? In the shell. Snappity crackity out it fell!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-194120575323171193?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-71197779344205697982007-12-15T16:39:00.001+08:002008-12-09T11:47:23.684+08:00RAIN, URINE AND ANGER<div style="text-align: left;"><a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/R2OSxtScg3I/AAAAAAAAABg/RURNP5-TX8I/s1600-h/Forever_Friends_5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/R2OSxtScg3I/AAAAAAAAABg/RURNP5-TX8I/s320/Forever_Friends_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144116582055445362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Hi again, today is raining and the rain drops is related to what I'm going to say.</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Today mummy, daddy, </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">gg</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> and me are at cold storage buying things. Mummy</span> wanted to go</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">toilet, 5 minuets later <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">gg</span> wanted to go toilet too. When <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">gg</span> reach the toilet she closed the door, and </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">splat!</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">she urine on the floor .</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mummy was very angry that she almost scared me. When I got home, I on my computer and wrote this down. </span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-7119777934420569798?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-85982331705204993092007-11-23T08:13:00.001+08:002008-12-09T11:47:23.813+08:00Princess Ariel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/R0YcYqh1E7I/AAAAAAAAABI/qU0xhcNUzN0/s1600-h/b_Adj_Ashley.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/R0YcYqh1E7I/AAAAAAAAABI/qU0xhcNUzN0/s400/b_Adj_Ashley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135823635121247154" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-8598233170520499309?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-5571380623232645732007-10-11T23:12:00.000+08:002007-11-11T13:22:25.332+08:00My First Song<span style="font-size:85%;">today I create a song call little flower.It is a tune from the song I'm a little teapot short and spout.I sing a little different.I sing: I'm a little flower sitting in a pot, here are my petals here are my leafs. when the sun is shining down I say yay! when the rain are dripping down I say yay! They are my best friends forever.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-557138062323264573?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-34831508423247806742007-09-23T11:42:00.001+08:002008-12-09T11:47:23.997+08:00Mooncake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/RvXnyh0opOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nTN8j_Otb9A/s1600-h/Mooncake+Festival+-+2007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENd3RDa46XM/RvXnyh0opOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nTN8j_Otb9A/s320/Mooncake+Festival+-+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113247807207679202" border="0" /></a><br />Georgia and I were making mooncakes yesterday. Two secondary students taught us how to make the mooncakes After we made our mooncakes, we put some chocolate chips on our mooncakes. After we finished making our mooncakes our grandfather took a picture of us. It was very fun there. I wish I can go again next year.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-3483150842324780674?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379830970503183.post-87721413281757533002007-09-23T10:59:00.000+08:002007-09-23T11:26:40.849+08:00Pretending<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Hello I am Ashley, me and Georgia were practicing voilin just now. Georgia is pretending to be a pirate now. She uses a stick to be the knife and uses the floor to be the sea. She also have some invisible sea friends. After she pretended to be a pirate she pretends to save people. I thing she is very interesting.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981379830970503183-8772141328175753300?l=jollytot.blogspot.com'/></div>Jolly Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817023465396636347noreply@blogger.com0