tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38108691756886253432024-03-05T01:41:04.609-08:00Zield (?)Summarising the happenings around me through the photographic lens.Zieldianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16120697805577966688noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810869175688625343.post-50321564444634584602007-12-25T23:30:00.000-08:002007-12-25T23:50:28.027-08:00Day 01 - Playdo Food<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNjJ1SmsB_rxF-k0Nw1L9zRO2-sZt4Ce6NLcv2hk8P3tvQbq7HuGDNreL0RqiYxgxpEiLIjqbKH9r9Rh7C4gFi3O1_sZPScaxWde-uaF6QQvg0jRnyaRm6Qg1Tsnbq7CHVmtOv5fy_ww/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148183602950173986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNjJ1SmsB_rxF-k0Nw1L9zRO2-sZt4Ce6NLcv2hk8P3tvQbq7HuGDNreL0RqiYxgxpEiLIjqbKH9r9Rh7C4gFi3O1_sZPScaxWde-uaF6QQvg0jRnyaRm6Qg1Tsnbq7CHVmtOv5fy_ww/s400/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Day 01 Time: 3:41 PM (GMT +8) - Playdo Food<br /><br /><em>An art exhibition has been held in my school. And the exhibition brought along this plate of "playdo" fish and chips.</em> <em>The guy behind this plate was actually an eight year old boy (ahh). I can't even make such a nice plate of "fish and chips". By the way, the art exhibition ends this Friday.<br /><br />If you can make such an artistic plate of food, please inform me (comments, or <a href="mailto:zieldian@yahoo.com">email</a>). Thanks!</em></strong></span>Zieldianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16120697805577966688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810869175688625343.post-45450045320301392732007-12-25T19:59:00.000-08:002007-12-25T21:36:25.026-08:00Day 01 - The Day of the Cotton Wool<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDZWoGXn9DWSgi8CzuWO9PHoTYHimdyA670Kl80m4P-6IvqsFdQZ13NTXBsSuPNGYsYoSqEHbpbnRjb_HhP5LIK068VWgeqOH0fJW9xYCC81CZzfLgnVYtqCPVQzv1JJHjsgzV-8hfUo/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148135181488878866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDZWoGXn9DWSgi8CzuWO9PHoTYHimdyA670Kl80m4P-6IvqsFdQZ13NTXBsSuPNGYsYoSqEHbpbnRjb_HhP5LIK068VWgeqOH0fJW9xYCC81CZzfLgnVYtqCPVQzv1JJHjsgzV-8hfUo/s400/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Day 01 Time: 12:39 PM (GMT +8) - The Day of the Cotton Wool<br /><br /><em>Today a cotton wool attacked me in my room while I was cleaning my wounds. The cotton wool rose up (from the dead) and attacked me from behind. Luckily, I was alert enough to hit it back down. Being attacked by a creature like a cotton wool is very shocking.<br /><br />Anyway, how did I get my wound? Well, I have to be frank, I fell down on my bicycle while cycling down a slope. It was a painful experience, but what did I learn from it (the morale of the story is...)? Well, what I learn was that I have to be more careful while cycling down a slope and if I fall down a slope, I just have to jump off the bicycle.</em></strong></span>Zieldianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16120697805577966688noreply@blogger.com0