<?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-37219583</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:33:23.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixoners.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37219583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixoners.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sixone stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926015982130764634</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37219583.post-116290112320719625</id><published>2006-11-07T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:30:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5271/4176/1600/074758074X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5271/4176/320/074758074X.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Boy Who Didn't Want To Save The World&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a great wizard told you that the human race depended on you, would you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) grab some spare socks and set out to save mankind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) think for a second, then grab some spare socks and set out to save mankind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) stay at home to look after your grandfather's pigs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blart chose c) stay at home to look after your grandfather's pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil Lord Zoltab has been trapped in his underground cell near the centre of the earth for thousands of years. His minions are digging the 'Great Tunnel of Despair' to free him. The only person who can stop them on their task and trap Lord Zoltab for eternity, is a boy called Blart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blart is not an average boy. He lives on a pig farm with his grandfather and does not care about being heroic or famous or legendary. To him, his pigs are more than anything in the world. He does know that if you want to catch a pig you have to sneak up behind it and take it by surprise. So when a great wizard visits and explains that humankind depends on him in joining his quest, Blart says no - until the wizard threatens his pigs. Reluctantly, Blart embarks on a very epic quest stuffed with brilliant characters: a feisty princess who likes dragons, a warrior who's a big softie at heart, a disaffected dwarf, and evil Zoltab, trapped in a mountain, waiting for his minions to dig him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so begins the most hilarious, exciting, and utterly brilliant adventure - a quest unlike any quest that's been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book review done by: Sheena Gan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37219583-116290112320719625?l=sixoners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixoners.blogspot.com/feeds/116290112320719625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37219583&amp;postID=116290112320719625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37219583/posts/default/116290112320719625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37219583/posts/default/116290112320719625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixoners.blogspot.com/2006/11/boy-who-didnt-want-to-save-world-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Sixone stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926015982130764634</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-37219583.post-116282215139431269</id><published>2006-11-06T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:18:21.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5271/4176/1600/recruit%20cover%20big.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5271/4176/320/recruit%20cover%20big.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The CHERUB Series&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A terrorist walks along a crowded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Street, nodding greetings to others. To them, she is just another market-gore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;on this hot Sunday afternoon. She bumps into a man, passing him a package containing C4 explosives. As she walks into a back alley, she is knocked out cold by a fist, that which belongs to the newly-moved in James. In another alley, the man is also brought down. They wake to find themselves in a cell. CHERUB is a division of MI5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is a typical CHERUB operation— agents are briefed by their mission controllers, then they are sent to live in the target’s neighbourhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They then befriend the target’s children, and try to gain access into the target’s house, where they will plant listening devices or cameras, copy files off the target’s computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How does CHERUB achieve this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Simple—adults never suspects that they are being spied on by children. Fast-paced and action-packed, it is filled with witty humour sure to keep you rolling on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Book report by: Isaac Lee&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/37219583-116282215139431269?l=sixoners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixoners.blogspot.com/feeds/116282215139431269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37219583&amp;postID=116282215139431269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37219583/posts/default/116282215139431269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37219583/posts/default/116282215139431269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixoners.blogspot.com/2006/11/cherub-series-terrorist-walks-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Sixone stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926015982130764634</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-37219583.post-116281410279075589</id><published>2006-11-06T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:26:10.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The School Bully&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Thump! Thump! Thump!'' I spun around. There was no one. '' It might have been a rodent.'' I thought as I continued walking back home. It was a narrow footpath, a five-minute journey instead of a fifteen-minute one if I had used the normal path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard footsteps behind me. I thought ''Oh no! Could it be a robber?'' I gingerly turned around. There was nothing, not a single human being, just the sound of my heavy breathing. i quickened my pace and walked briskly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned around, I saw something. A black shirt, with a skull-and-cross bone on it. It stank and it reeked of beer. My heart palpitated. ''Oh no. What will it be this time?'' I thought. i looked up and saw Paul, the school bully, flanked by his two 'sidekicks'. He gave me an evil grin and sneered '' Well, well, well, we meet again, Dave. I'm short of some money, and I need it to buy some drinks. So, if you would be a nice boy and 'lend' me some money, I will be glad to leave you alone.'' I tried to look as angry as possible and stammered '' Go away, Paul. You will not want to extort money from me. You will feel real pain if you continue blocking my way.'' Paul and his 'sidekicks' snickered and beat me black and blue. They started to call me all sorts of names, ranging from ''pea brain'' to 'an idiot''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were insulting me, I started to feel angry. I got up and punched Paul, in the nose. Blood streamed out of his nose. He was almost crying. His 'sidekicks' and I watched in shock and amazement. A rush of conscience came back to me as I gave Paul my hardest kick in his stomach. His two 'sidekicks' ran away like the wind. There was evident fear on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bent down and spoke to Paul. ''From now on, leave me alone.'' With that, I plodded him as I continued my journey back home. '' Talk about pain'' I thought to myself as I walked back home, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composition done by: Dave Yeo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37219583-116281410279075589?l=sixoners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixoners.blogspot.com/feeds/116281410279075589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37219583&amp;postID=116281410279075589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37219583/posts/default/116281410279075589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37219583/posts/default/116281410279075589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixoners.blogspot.com/2006/11/school-bully-thump-thump-thump-i-spun_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Sixone stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926015982130764634</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>
