<?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-7335378869727453442</id><updated>2011-10-16T03:21:01.704-07:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>easy essay</title><subtitle type='html'>These are my essays for readers to take some tips on essay writing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-927656084652964130</id><published>2011-10-14T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:08:24.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson Learnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With my heavy knapsack on my back, I dragged my feet and weary body towards the bus stop. My day had started at 6am and now it is now 5pm. I was &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dog-tired&lt;/span&gt;. The sultry and humid weather did not help a single bit. In fact, it made me more irritable. It is strange how the more you want to get on the bus, the longer you have to wait. After what seemed like an eternity, bus 302 finally arrived. The bus was so cool that I had goose bumps. A big grin appeared on my face as I went over to seat on an empty seat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I slowly dozed off in the cool comfort of the air-conditioned bus, a sudden jolt woke me from my sleepy state. The bus had jerked to an abrupt halt. “What a reckless driver,” I thought to myself. From where I sat, an elderly couple was seen staggering up the steps of the bus. By now, there was only standing room on the bus. The elderly was carrying several heavy plastic bags laden with groceries while the elderly man, leaning on his walking stick, looked around for a seat. I was certain everyone saw the needy couple but some pretended not to notice by looking out of the windows. I was no exception. I remained rooted to my comfortable seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The journey ahead for the needy couple was quite rough and tough as the reckless driver stopped abruptly now and then. Looking at how the couple suffered throughout the journey, I still did not want to give up my comfortable seat. Soon the driver came to yet another abrupt halt, This time, the driver was trying to avoid hitting a jaywalking person. The helpless elderly lost her balance and fell to the floor. Her groceries scattered on the floor beside her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“How are you dear…” the old man asked tenderly as he tottered towards her, stretching out his hand. Seeing the look of agony on the old woman’s face, I felt a sharp pang of guilt in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;With the people’s quick reflexes, they reached out to help the poor elderly. A middle-aged woman helped to pack the groceries that were scattered on the floor, while a group of girls in their teens picked the poor elderly up. I,being a 'considerate' commuter, gave up my seat to the elderly couple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remained standing for the rest of my journey home. Taking stock of all that had happened, I reflected upon my actions. Since then, I promised myself to be mor&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;considerate in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-927656084652964130?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/927656084652964130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=927656084652964130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/927656084652964130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/927656084652964130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2011/10/lesson-learnt.html' title='A Lesson Learnt'/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-3930033764910385941</id><published>2009-11-13T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:52:00.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Caught Red - Handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a bright and breezy day. “Ding”, went the recess bell. Everyone was in high spirits. They rushed to the canteen. Danny had forgotten to take his lunch box and water bottle, so he went up to his classroom to take them. When he reached his classroom, he went up to his bag and took his lunch box and water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was taking his things, he saw a brand new pen on his friend’s desk. He decided to steal it. But, he thought it over several times. He felt very nervous. His heart was beating very fast. He did not know whether to steal or not. Finally, he made up his mind. “I’m going to take this pen,” he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he reached out to get the pen, his friend Adam saw him. He was very shocked. He shouted,” Thief! Thief!” His heart form teacher, Miss Cynthia, heard him and rushed into the classroom. Adam told Miss Cynthia what Danny had done. Miss Cynthia was furious. Her face turned ad red as an apple. She punished him. Danny hung his head in shame. He regretted his actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-3930033764910385941?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/3930033764910385941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=3930033764910385941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/3930033764910385941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/3930033764910385941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2009/11/caught-red-handed-it-was-bright-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-2335499760070398858</id><published>2009-08-22T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:57:37.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; was a cool and chilly morning. I woke up with a start. I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it was already 7.a.m. I am late. I rushed down to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, told goodbye to my mum and rushed off to get on my bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was riding on my bicycle, it started to drizzle. Then, suddenly it rained cats and dogs. I immediately quickened my pace. Suddenly I heard someone crying from behind. I turned behind to see my Aunt sobbing. Immediately, I ran towards her, leaving my bicycle on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was blood oozing from my Aunt’s leg. Luckily, there were some plasters in my school bag. I took it out and applied it on my aunt’s leg. After several seconds, the bleeding stopped. My aunt thanked me and took a taxi home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch and it was already 8.a.m. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. When I reached my school, I saw the prefects closing the gates. I shouted “Wait.” They heard me. They asked me why was I late. I explained to them everything. They did not scold me but praised me instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-2335499760070398858?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/2335499760070398858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=2335499760070398858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/2335499760070398858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/2335499760070398858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-it-was-cool-and-chilly-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-5677833648718660779</id><published>2009-08-22T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:10:00.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Misery Of Drug Abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She did not walk away when her friend asked her to try sniffing the glue. Nicole did not want to disappoint her only friend, Hannah, who had been her best friend all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nicole became an orphan a few years ago, Hannah occupied her life. She kept Nicole company at all times. Nicole trusted her very much. Both of them were always together, even during weekends. Nicole’s inability to say ‘No’ to Hannah resulted in her addicted to glue sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole’s life changed for the worse once she was attached to this drug. She could not focus on her studies anymore. All she wanted was a moment of glue sniffing. Nicole also did not eat well and became weak. Finally, the school came to know of Nicole’s addiction to glue sniffing. They reported the matter to the police. Nicole is now in the rehabitation centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher, Miss Cynthia Bong concluded, “Ok class, that’s the story of Nicole who was a victim of glue sniffing. If someone approaches you or offers you a sniff of glue, report this matter to the office immediately. Glue sniffing is bad, so do not ever explore it.” Ms Cynthia Bong’s face was serious when she concluded the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-5677833648718660779?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/5677833648718660779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=5677833648718660779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/5677833648718660779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/5677833648718660779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2009/08/misery-of-drug-abuse-she-did-not-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-3086420421462117141</id><published>2009-08-20T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:54:12.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vampires And Fairies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dark side of the moon, there lived a hundred vampires. On the light side of the moon, there lived a big group of good fairies. Hassan was king of vampires, while Hannah was the queen of the fairies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Hannah and the group of good fairies went to the dark side of the moon. They wanted to stop the evil vampire. They turned some vampires into frogs. Eventually, they couldn’t defeat all the vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah called upon a dragon, karka. Karka came down and burnt lots of vampires and parts of the dark side of the moon. When the smoke was cleared, Hannah and two other fairies , went to attack Hassan. They cast a spell on Hassan and turned him into dust. Now the moon is free of darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-3086420421462117141?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/3086420421462117141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=3086420421462117141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/3086420421462117141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/3086420421462117141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2009/08/vampires-and-fairies-on-dark-side-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-3601973027833093174</id><published>2009-04-04T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T05:11:08.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Trapped In The Lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was Good Friday. Danny had gone over to Adam’s house to finish their project. They were doing a project about smoking. “We have to finish our project before the nine of April,” said Danny. They took about two hours to finish their project. “At last, we have finished our project,” said Adam. “Oh no, my stomach is growling. Let’s have our lunch at the Banquet!” shouted Adam blissfully. “Adam, can you lend me some money? I forgot to bring mine!” asked Danny. “Ok,” said Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Adam stayed in the sixteenth floor, they took the lift as walking down the stairs is tiring. They entered the lift hurriedly. “Adam, let’s have some fun,” said Danny. “Fun?” Adam replied.” Yes, fun. We can press all the buttons in the lift. We can jump up and down, left and right,” shouted Danny gleefully. Adam replied, “I think it is a great idea!” They started pressing all the buttons. Then they started jumping up and down in high spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the lift stopped moving. A minute later, the lights went off. The lift was so dim. Both Adam and Danny screamed at full volume. Soon Adam started crying. “I’m so scared, Danny. What are we going to do?” asked Adam nervously. “Don’t cry, Adam. We can press the emergency button.” replied Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, both of them pressed the emergency button. About half an hour later, the civil defence officers came. They saved Adam and Danny. They warned them not to play in the lift. Both of them hung their head in shame. They promised not to repeat this silly mistake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;again&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-3601973027833093174?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/3601973027833093174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=3601973027833093174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/3601973027833093174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/3601973027833093174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2009/04/mischievous-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-6862822850938456556</id><published>2009-03-17T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T03:01:31.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learnt To Be Humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a bright and breezy day. Danny was a wealthy businessman who earned fifteen thousand dollars per month. But, he was a snobbish man. One day, he decided to buy a brand new car. He wanted to buy a chilly red car. He was as proud as a peacock when he had finally bought the car. He went around the neighbourhood to brag about his new car. “He is so annoying. I must teach him a lesson!” said Mr Tan, his neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Danny woke up early to drive around in his brand new car. He went outside and was shocked to see that his car had been badly vandalised. There were long, ugly scratches on his car. He was flushed with anger when he saw that. “I’m going to find the culprit!” shouted Danny angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to keep a look out. He waited anxiously for someone to approach his car. He waited. And waited. But no one appeared. “I’m not going to give up!” said Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he saw his best friend, Adam, taking a can of spray paint and he started spraying Danny’s car. Danny was mad rage when he saw that. “Adam! I have caught you red-handed!” shouted Danny. Adam’s heart skipped a beat. “I will call the police now!” screamed Danny. “Wait! Before you call the police, I want to tell you something. You are a snobbish man,” said Adam. Danny was taken aback by those words and regretted being a show-off.&lt;/strong&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/7335378869727453442-6862822850938456556?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/6862822850938456556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=6862822850938456556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/6862822850938456556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/6862822850938456556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2009/03/learnt-to-be-humble-it-was-bright-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-4068469808971286649</id><published>2008-12-14T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:06:35.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Snatch Theft&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;t was a bright and sunny afternoon. Mrs Ashley was just about to walk out of the lift, when suddenly a man dashed past Mrs Ashley and took her handbag. Mrs Ashley was shouting for help and looking horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ten-year old boy, called David, was playing nearby at the park and heard Mrs Ashely's  shouting. He rushed to Mrs Ashley and asked what had happened. Mrs Ashley told him what had happened. David quickly called the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes passed. The police arrived. The policeman asked Mrs Ashley, “Can you describe how the man looked like?”&lt;br /&gt;“He was wearing a red hat, white t-shirt and black jeans,” said Mrs Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman went around the neighbourhood to find the man. He spotted a man exactly, as how Mrs Ashley described the man. He arrested him. Mrs Ashley thanked the policeman and the responsible David for their help.&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-4068469808971286649?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/4068469808971286649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=4068469808971286649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/4068469808971286649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/4068469808971286649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2008/12/snatch-theft-i-t-was-bright-and-sunny.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-2423836246356780288</id><published>2008-12-10T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:16:30.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a bright and breezy day. David went for a walk in a park. He took his binoculars with him, as he wanted to see the birds. He found a bench and sat on it. He took his binoculars and watched the beautiful birds flying around. Suddenly, David saw puffs of smoke at his house. His heart skipped a beat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David rushed to his sister Mary, who was at the supermarket and told her what had happened. When she heard this, she was shocked. Without thinking, Mary called the fire fighters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They came in five minutes' time. David and Mary told them where their house was. There were billows of smoke puffing out of the top most window of the house. The fire fighters took out their water hose and put out their fire. David and Mary were scared. " We should call our dad and tell this to him," said David.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David called his father and told this to him. His Dad replied” I will be there in twenty- minute’s time.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm, I think the blaze did not hurt you did it?” asked David’s dad.&lt;br /&gt;“Not at all!” replied David and Mary.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-2423836246356780288?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/2423836246356780288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=2423836246356780288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/2423836246356780288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/2423836246356780288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2008/12/fire-it-was-bright-and-breezy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-8605302330889070646</id><published>2008-10-31T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:24:49.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Person I Admire Most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The person I admire most is my mother. She is forty-one years old. She is a housewife. My mother’s hair is long. She is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very caring and polite to everyone. She has a good heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favourite food is chicken rice. Her favourite colour is pink. She love to eat watermelons. Her favourite country is Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go out with my mother. Sometimes, I would eat dinner with my mother. I love my mother very much.&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/7335378869727453442-8605302330889070646?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/8605302330889070646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=8605302330889070646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/8605302330889070646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/8605302330889070646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2008/10/person-i-admire-most-person-i-admire.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-6593612421001698192</id><published>2008-10-10T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:29:17.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Shameful Act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t was a dark and windy night. David was going home from his friend’s house. He passed by a huge bungalow. He saw a apple tree in front of the bungalow. He thought “Mm, those delicious-looking apples will be tasty.” He wanted to steal the apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without wasting a second, he quickly climbed up the tree. Finally, he reached the tree. He was as happy as a lark when he got the apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a ferocious-looking dog came out of the huge bungalow. When the dog saw David, it barked loudly at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner quickly came out of the bungalow. The owner’s face was contorted with rage and fury. He scolded David for stealing the apples. David bent his head in shame. He regretted his actions of stealing the apples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-6593612421001698192?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/6593612421001698192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=6593612421001698192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/6593612421001698192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/6593612421001698192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2008/10/shameful-act-i-t-was-dark-and-windy.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-526224485918401951</id><published>2008-09-30T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:08:26.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adopting A Pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ing,” the school bell rang. David and Jason walked home happily. They waved goodbye to their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Jason walked past a drain. Suddenly, they heard a mewing sound. “What’s that?” asked Jason excitedly. “I think it is a cat.” said David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rushed over to take a closer look. David and Jason saw a beautiful kitten in the drain. David felt sorry for the kitten. He decided to bring it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason carried the little kitten up gently. He stroked the kitten gently. “My family loves kittens. They would like to have a kitten as their pet,” said David. “Why don’t you adopt the pet then?” asked Jason. David said,” OK. I will try.”   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-526224485918401951?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/526224485918401951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=526224485918401951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/526224485918401951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/526224485918401951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2008/09/adopting-pet-r-ing-school-bell-rang.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-5283250961560492074</id><published>2008-09-26T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:52:06.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ne bright and sunny afternoon, David and his mother went to the market to buy fishes and cabbages. David was overjoyed as it was the first time he went to the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they went to a vegetable stall to buy some cabbages. David saw some fishes and went nearer to take a closer look. The floor was very wet and slippery but David did not know that. Suddenly, he slipped and fell onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cried for help. David’s mother and a passer-by rushed to his help. They quickly phoned the ambulance. The ambulance arrived and took him to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was put in a cast for two weeks. He missed his mum and was very sad. He promised his mother that he would be more careful in future.&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/7335378869727453442-5283250961560492074?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/5283250961560492074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=5283250961560492074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/5283250961560492074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/5283250961560492074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-market.html' title='At The Market'/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-1240209301796211596</id><published>2008-08-16T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:07:21.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unfrotunate Incident</title><content type='html'>An Unfortunate Incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bright and windy day, Charlie went out to the park to play with her ball. She was very excited&lt;br /&gt;as it was the first time she was going to play with her ball. She played near a small river. Suddenly, her ball fell into the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, she bent forward to retrieve her ball, she tripped and fell into the river. She struggled to get her balance. She screamed for help. A faithful passer-by rushed to her help. He dived into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man saved her. She was very delighted. A few days later she was very ill. She wanted to tell her parents what had happened, and she would be more careful when playing with her ball by the river bank.&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/7335378869727453442-1240209301796211596?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/1240209301796211596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=1240209301796211596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/1240209301796211596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/1240209301796211596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2008/08/unfrotunate-incident.html' title='An Unfrotunate Incident'/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-5392747097410820128</id><published>2008-08-11T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:23:03.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t was a bright and sunny Saturday morning; Benjamin was riding his brand new bicycle. Benjamin was so excited that he forgot about the road safety rules. Benjamin was riding in full speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a car bashed his bicycle. Benjamin was thrown off his bicycle. Some of the passers-by rushed immediately to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents quickly came and carried him.&lt;br /&gt;His mother was worried. They quickly called the ambulance. But, his brand new bicycle was smashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambulance came immediately and carried him to the hospital. The doctor checked his heart. The doctor said that Benjamin was dead. Benjamin's mother cried and cried, Benjamin's father calmed her down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-5392747097410820128?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/5392747097410820128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=5392747097410820128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/5392747097410820128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/5392747097410820128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2008/08/accident.html' title='An Accident'/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-8658069499332697968</id><published>2008-08-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:45:29.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Attacked By Hornets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny Sunday morning, Sarah, Sam, Mary and Marcus decided to go on a hike at the reservoir. They were very excited and happy. They brought along food and drinks. They set off in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they arrived at the reservoir. They arrived in about twenty minutes. “It is a beautiful place,” said Sarah. They saw all kinds of birds there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long walk, they soon felt exhausted. They found two logs and they ate the food and drinks they had brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus felt bored. He found a stick and started poking some bushes. He did not know that hornets were coming out of their hive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turned back and saw the hornets were already there. They quickly ran as fast as they could. Soon they found a river and jumped into the river. Ten minutes passed. The hornets were gone! They came out of the river. They laughed and laughed. They could not believe that they were so foolish as to hurt the hornets!&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/7335378869727453442-8658069499332697968?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/8658069499332697968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=8658069499332697968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/8658069499332697968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/8658069499332697968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2008/08/attacked-by-hornets-one-sunny-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335378869727453442.post-5216509363340768066</id><published>2008-07-29T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:28:25.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In A Supermarket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; was a bright and breezy day. There was a Year-End sale at a supermarket. Many people were at the supermarket. They were buying many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ling and her mother were there too. They pushed a trolley along. There were packets of milk in the trolley. They were at a cereal section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ling saw some of her favourite sweets and chocolates. She wandered off on her own. She took some packets of sweets and chocolates. When she turned back, what a shock! Shewas lost. She looked everywhere for her mother. But her mother was nowhere to be found. She started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind lady saw Su Ling crying. She asked, “Why are you crying my dear?” “I am lost!” said Su Ling. She brought Su Ling to the information counter. They made an announcement. Soon Su Ling’s mother was found. Su Ling cried with tears of joy, when she saw her mother. Her mother thanked the kind lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335378869727453442-5216509363340768066?l=wwweasyessay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/feeds/5216509363340768066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335378869727453442&amp;postID=5216509363340768066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/5216509363340768066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335378869727453442/posts/default/5216509363340768066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwweasyessay.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-in-supermarket.html' title='Lost In A Supermarket'/><author><name>Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05991593018718737268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
