<?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-2446015798776251561</id><updated>2011-10-01T20:58:27.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Triceratan League</title><subtitle type='html'>We are silly and we are here to challenge your sanity.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2446015798776251561.post-6891548158467633252</id><published>2011-01-04T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:34:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zonkonia</title><content type='html'>Zonkonia, the nearest planet from Triceratan Island. Haven't you always wanted to know what it looks like? Since cameras haven't been invented yet, I've drawn a picture of it for you! Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swh5WTPVwVI/TSKjtE94d8I/AAAAAAAAABo/LcwB1HotBMQ/s1600/Zonkonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swh5WTPVwVI/TSKjtE94d8I/AAAAAAAAABo/LcwB1HotBMQ/s320/Zonkonia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558184884951349186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you may all know, the president of Zonkonia is a rather spoilt brat and a wet blanket, you might be wondering why the place still looks so colorful and cheery. However, that is because the residents aren't like the president. See if you can guess where the president lives and works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: See the black tube on the top left? That is his office, he works in the tube itself...it's black and boring. And you see the bowling ball on top? Technically it was just a normal ball till one day he threw a tantrum. He didn't just throw a tantrum...he also threw 3 pairs of scissors up in his rage...so you can guess how the ball became a bowling ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mickeymouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-6891548158467633252?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/6891548158467633252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=6891548158467633252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/6891548158467633252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/6891548158467633252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2011/01/zonkonia.html' title='Zonkonia'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00067586903643710510</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swh5WTPVwVI/TSKjtE94d8I/AAAAAAAAABo/LcwB1HotBMQ/s72-c/Zonkonia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2446015798776251561.post-8772081118443647675</id><published>2010-12-27T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T11:33:27.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you find you're in a bad mood, but no matter how much you think about it, you can't exactly find the root of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN TELL YOU WHAT IT IS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A DARK CLOUD. It follows people silently when they are bored and linger above people's heads. They transmit certain neutrons and make you become really bad-tempered and your heart feels like a heavy stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get rid of it? You get one of those pea-shooters, then you can buy Kokonuts from the Triceramart. Use the pea-shooters to shoot the Kokonuts at the cloud, and you will hear a crunching sound...(Kokocrunch) and then it'll start raining. (Ya'noe, kinda like cloud seeding in China) Get an umbrella ready. Furthermore, the rain is black since it's a dark cloud so don't wear your best suit when you do this. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~bunnywunnyelteethemickeymouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-8772081118443647675?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/8772081118443647675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=8772081118443647675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8772081118443647675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8772081118443647675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2010/12/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00067586903643710510</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-2446015798776251561.post-31697269270429315</id><published>2010-12-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:44:15.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absol Master reports</title><content type='html'>The Absol Master makes her self-introduction with her very first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to move my house here. Yes, to Triceratan Island. And guess why--I couldn't help but be attracted by its wonderful smell. Yes, the smell--never noticed it before? You know, the instant I smelt it, I knew I was in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh, what does your island smell like, you ask? Why, it smells like the air-CORN starting up, of course, and I positively adore that scent! You should make a perfume with your island's air--take your bottles outdoors, cap them, and ship them off to other countries! Air-corn in a bottle! Awesome revenue source for the economy, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo...today was my first day as an official citizen of Triceratan Island. And guess what! The first thing you people did to me when I passed through your airport customs was GIVE ME A PAIR OF BEARS! A PEAR OF BAIRS! Can you believe that? The person stamped my passport--then some people jumped out of the scanning machine and just stuffed them into my arms and the bears started licking me and I dropped my only piece of luggage, which contains my &lt;b&gt;entire house&lt;/b&gt;! Fragile, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't unwelcome. These are some lovely bears you've got. But the SHOCK! The SHOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to enjoy myself here. Well, excellent welcome, my friends...now to get all this fur out of my shirt. I hope you have chickens and pigeons such as these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EwUzfzCJ5w/TRYBraJzMbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZrCahOAOr-w/s1600/birds-pigeon4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EwUzfzCJ5w/TRYBraJzMbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZrCahOAOr-w/s200/birds-pigeon4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EwUzfzCJ5w/TRYBjmwVt2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/wxSmibGma24/s1600/bantam+blue+andalisian+pullet+looking+back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EwUzfzCJ5w/TRYBjmwVt2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/wxSmibGma24/s320/bantam+blue+andalisian+pullet+looking+back.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Shall I require a signature? Well here be it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A B S O L&lt;/b&gt; M A S T E R&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/2446015798776251561-31697269270429315?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/31697269270429315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=31697269270429315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/31697269270429315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/31697269270429315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2010/12/absol-master-reports.html' title='Absol Master reports'/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879878777949683599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EwUzfzCJ5w/TO01v0clFkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dIRaIqxAC1M/S220/Co4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EwUzfzCJ5w/TRYBraJzMbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZrCahOAOr-w/s72-c/birds-pigeon4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2446015798776251561.post-4938572253093859014</id><published>2010-12-25T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:31:22.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~HOHOHO Christmas FAQ~</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas, fellow Triceratans! It's finally Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you have your nice big turkey feast, you might have read Xmas fact #1 about the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;then, you might have some questions. For example, you might ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I hang up my turkey and stand under it if I want to eat it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. the thing about turkey is that it's part of the feast. Mistletoe is only a bite-size snack hung around the house for your guests' convenience and entertainment. besides, turkey stuffing and juice would drip all over your head, and then you would not be eating the turkey anymore. it would be dripping all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's simple. Why don't just use a plate so the turkey won't drip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that is why the turkey is put on a plate! And that is why the turkey should remain on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huh? Just hang the turkey and the plate together la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friend, is only possible if you attach the turkey firmly to the plate, preferably by epoxy glue, or E6000. But if that is the case, you would not be able to eat the turkey, as it is glued to the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, stop being all serious with the questions. Hurry up and get yourself together and be silly before your relatives come over to your house and you embarrass yourself by being serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Self Crashing Car~&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;|_@_@_|&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-4938572253093859014?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/4938572253093859014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=4938572253093859014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4938572253093859014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4938572253093859014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2010/12/hohoho-christmas-faq.html' title='~HOHOHO Christmas FAQ~'/><author><name>Sabriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16617315009882848513</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-2446015798776251561.post-4081615240445493092</id><published>2010-12-22T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:04:49.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas fact #1</title><content type='html'>Hello fello Triceratan-os! It's CHRISTMAS EVE EVE EVE!! Aren't you excited?&lt;br /&gt;Today, we are going to share a funfact about a traditional Christmas thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STANDING UNDER THE MISTLETOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people stand under the mistletoe? what do they do under the mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;very simple! they eat the mistletoe! i bet you didnt know that!&lt;br /&gt;you see, if someone stands under an apple tree, he is either there for the shade, to eat apples, or he is Newton.&lt;br /&gt;since the mistletoe is too small for shade, and Newton is dead, they are, of course, for eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next time you see mistletoe, do not hesitate to grab some to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Crashing Car&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;|_@_@_|&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-4081615240445493092?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/4081615240445493092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=4081615240445493092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4081615240445493092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4081615240445493092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-fact-1.html' title='Christmas fact #1'/><author><name>Sabriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16617315009882848513</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-2446015798776251561.post-3110698104432784188</id><published>2010-12-21T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:03:18.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Triceratans!</title><content type='html'>I am proud to introduce our two new members, Tessa (absol master) and Hui Ting! As a welcome gift, they may choose to accept two Triceratan Bears each. We look forward to their contributions in Triceratan Island and beyond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-3110698104432784188?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/3110698104432784188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=3110698104432784188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3110698104432784188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3110698104432784188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-triceratans.html' title='New Triceratans!'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-5145821536840175519</id><published>2010-12-21T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T12:31:10.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holes</title><content type='html'>A new shop has opened on Triceratan Island, about 5min walk away from Bear Acuda Hideout!! It specialises in selling HOLES!!! Haven't you heard countless of people wishing and yearning to "go hide themselves in a hole" when they are embarrassed? Or when being scolded by 3 teachers at once, didn't you just wish a hole would appear in front of you and swallow you up? Or, in times of crisis, when you are trapped underground or locked in a room, don't you wish you could punch a hole through the wall??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!! But even better!!! The holes don't swallow you up; you think of where you want to go, you jump into the hole and you get transported to the place (Though I wouldn't use them unless absolutely necessary, what if the thought of elephants suddenly appeared in my head? I don't think I can control that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop owner, who is a Holy Cheese, will take some measurements to determine which size hole would fit you best when escaping. You will also have to purchase the Special Box to contain the hole in it or if you place it in your pocket, the hole might grow fond of your pocket and decide to stay there (as a hole in your pocket).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use the hole, you open the box and grab the hole (it will squirm a little). Firmly throw it onto the ground and jump in before the hole disappears. Holes are one-time use, but once you have your sizes, you can keep going back to purchase more of the same size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers are currently developing invisible holes which would allow one to spy on others through walls without being seen. These holes do not work on bathroom walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~bunnywunnyeltee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-5145821536840175519?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/5145821536840175519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=5145821536840175519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5145821536840175519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5145821536840175519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2010/12/holes.html' title='Holes'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-6476228458631555805</id><published>2010-12-21T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:04:25.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Think Of Elephants</title><content type='html'>Here is a test that no human will be able to pass as long as they understand the question!&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the one and only question....All you have to do is to heed what it asks for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't Think Of Elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BING BONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *insert more dramatic disaster noises*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;() ()&lt;br /&gt;(-.-)&lt;br /&gt;()_()&lt;br /&gt;bunnywunnyeltee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-6476228458631555805?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/6476228458631555805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=6476228458631555805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/6476228458631555805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/6476228458631555805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-think-of-elephants.html' title='Don&apos;t Think Of Elephants'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-9043950671908598655</id><published>2010-03-11T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:59:14.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the need to change your underwear</title><content type='html'>Tragedy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Triceratan Bears on the beach have decided to change their swimming trunks because they were starting to get too salty from the seawater! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand of bears went to Bun Paradise to get new swimming trunks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do YOU need to change your swimming trunks too? Here are some that our reporter recommends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE Swimming Trunk&lt;/span&gt; - i don't see what use this is and how you wear it. it's just this box thing with a lock. and it looks like it's got spasms on the shelf. It's supposed to swim when you put it in water, but i really don't think i want to try it out. but it's interesting though. and cheap. it's neutral and not salty. definitely worth the buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy Goggles&lt;/span&gt; - i know i'm supposed to recommend swimming trunks, but this is REALLY worth the buy too! These googles are so holy, they let in (holy) water! (Holy) Water in your eyes! How awesome and creative is that! I've NEVER seen any goggles let water in before! Ingenious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duck Swimming Trunks&lt;/span&gt; - you dont need to buy flippers anymore! 8D These ducks literally swim for you! Wear them and never worry about drowning! Don't even think that they'll ever become salty, because ducks don't live in salty water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tree Trunk&lt;/span&gt; - the perfect trunk for any day! It even floats on water! Warning: a bit rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elephant Trunks&lt;/span&gt; - my personal favourite! this one is fun! YAY for elephant trunks that act like water guns! Squirt all that salt water out so your swimming trunks will NEVER become salty! Alas, this only comes in sizes XXXL, XXXXL, XXXXXL, and XObese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever go to bun paradise, check thse out! and remember to buy a few baos so that you can stick them on your head to maximise your intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_l&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-9043950671908598655?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/9043950671908598655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=9043950671908598655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/9043950671908598655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/9043950671908598655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2010/03/need-to-change-your-underwear.html' title='the need to change your underwear'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-3906911718797443979</id><published>2010-02-14T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:25:56.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO!</title><content type='html'>Imagine if everytime you said "NO" your hairstyle changed. Imagine yourself standing in front of the mirror saying NONONONONNOO and one second your hair's short and nerdy, the next you grow thick golden locks, next you turn bald, etcetc. Best of all in class, your teacher says "Class, is one plus one three?" the whole class says "NO!" and there is a gigantic BOOM sound and everyone's hair changes. Or, if you're getting scolded and the scolder(?) says "There will be NO More of this NOnsense" and her hair changes so you just laugh. And imagine everytime your hair style changes the old hair actually doesn't disappear, it flies off as a bunch to be exchanged with someone else who said "No" at the same time as you. So if you're from Singapore and the other fateful person who said No at the same time as you is from Germany, you could just cling on to the old wig/hair and you get free transport to Germany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-3906911718797443979?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/3906911718797443979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=3906911718797443979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3906911718797443979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3906911718797443979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2010/02/no.html' title='NO!'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-459138050573945288</id><published>2008-12-14T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:24:21.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday</title><content type='html'>There was a HUGE parcel in the Triceratan Post today. It was tagged with "Happy Belated Birthday" and was addressed to all Triceratans. The first to discover it was the postman, who spent 5 hours trying to stuff the parcel into the mailbox. The next to discover it was a troop of Triceratan bears, who spent an hour to remove the parcel from the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time, or rather 5 minutes, all Triceratans were gathered around the box. A few flying alarm clocks lifted the lid. And SUDDENLY there was a huge fat plump balloon rising into the air. Somehow, all Triceratans, including the not-so-light Triceratan bears, got stuck to the balloon! The huge balloon started to fly higher and higher and HIGHER. Everyone was having a great time until a flock of baby birds decided to peck at the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloon popped, and everyone fell, with a bit of balloon stuck on their back. Luckily, the bits of balloon made good parachutes, and everyone was floating back to the ground safely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wonder who the parcel was from, because the postman didn't know either! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-459138050573945288?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/459138050573945288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=459138050573945288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/459138050573945288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/459138050573945288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/12/belated-birthday.html' title='Belated Birthday'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7763826187987927605</id><published>2008-11-27T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:28:49.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY BASH</title><content type='html'>Today is the Triceratan League's first anniversary!!!!&lt;br /&gt;There is a Birthday Bash going on at the Triceratan HQ! But they are not bashing up each other! Every single triceratan is attending this wonderful ceremony including the bears and rabbits and flock of baby birds and gobbly weiqi seeds!! It is the most wonderful time of the year!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Christmas comes next! Stay tuned for Santa News!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7763826187987927605?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7763826187987927605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7763826187987927605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7763826187987927605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7763826187987927605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-bash.html' title='BIRTHDAY BASH'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7742546173235378442</id><published>2008-11-10T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:12:46.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A question to avoid when making conversation</title><content type='html'>What do you do in your free time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question is extremely provocative as it questions the intelligence of the answerer. Obviously, doing something during your free time would defeat the purpose of it being free, so it is technically not possible to do something during free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question is "What do you use to make conversation?"&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY IT'S CORN, i mean, it's CORNversation after all, right? Like, what else do you use?? Paprika?? Onion??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7742546173235378442?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7742546173235378442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7742546173235378442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7742546173235378442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7742546173235378442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-to-avoid-when-making.html' title='A question to avoid when making conversation'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2571303569689847869</id><published>2008-11-07T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:55:04.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your new philo passage: to say or not to say</title><content type='html'>Topic: To Say Or Not To Say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nowadays, there are many who like to tell others that they have nothing to&lt;br /&gt;say, which defeats the purpose, because they have just said something, which is&lt;br /&gt;that they have nothing to say. If they really had nothing to say,&lt;br /&gt;they wouldn't even be saying anything. This logic has been proven in the&lt;br /&gt;Campbell University of Creamy Corn and Mushwoom Soup in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say that you have nothing to say, you are then giving a false&lt;br /&gt;statement and hence it is a waste of human resources to do so. Many people are&lt;br /&gt;against this habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some people may argue that saying that you have nothing to say is&lt;br /&gt;good, because it gives you at least SOMETHING to say when you really have&lt;br /&gt;nothing ELSE to say. It is a good conversation tip. But then, would it not be&lt;br /&gt;more correct to just say "I have nothing ELSE to say." instead of "I hve nothing&lt;br /&gt;to say."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because you say "I have nothing ELSE to say.", you are wasting&lt;br /&gt;human resources as it is one word more than "I have nothing to say.". Also,&lt;br /&gt;saying "I have nothing ELSE to say." shows that you are ending the conversation&lt;br /&gt;and hence the best phrase you should use should be "Bye.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please use the passage above to answer the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;1. Identify at least 2 CORNfusion CORNcepts in this issue. Explain why they are what they are.&lt;br /&gt;2. Produce (an) arguement(s) for the issues CORNcerned.&lt;br /&gt;3. Evaluate your arguement(s).&lt;br /&gt;4. Explain the evaluation of you arguement(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.cornsoupisgoodforyouandmeandcampbelluni.com/"&gt;http://www.CORNsoupisgoodforyouandmeandcampbelluni.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_l&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2571303569689847869?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2571303569689847869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2571303569689847869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2571303569689847869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2571303569689847869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-new-philo-passage-to-say-or-not-to.html' title='Your new philo passage: to say or not to say'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-5313701318448775315</id><published>2008-11-01T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:01:34.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Phone</title><content type='html'>You shouldn't be surprised if your phone starts jumping about one day as if it just ate 745 packets of sugar...because it's a &lt;em&gt;mobile &lt;/em&gt;phone after all....and has to unleash its mobility some day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-5313701318448775315?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/5313701318448775315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=5313701318448775315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5313701318448775315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5313701318448775315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/11/mobile-phone_01.html' title='Mobile Phone'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-8275102520945503848</id><published>2008-10-09T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:07:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triceratan End of year examinations</title><content type='html'>It is the Triceratan End-of-Year examinations. Tomorrow there is the Math paper. Even worse is Mother Tongue, because it's the &lt;em&gt;aftermath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they do during examinations? They examine, of course! During Math, the Triceratans examine the numbers to make sure the &lt;em&gt;decimals&lt;/em&gt; are in their correct &lt;em&gt;places. &lt;/em&gt;And during Mother Tongue, they examine..erm..you can figure out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-8275102520945503848?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/8275102520945503848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=8275102520945503848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8275102520945503848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8275102520945503848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/10/triceratan-end-of-year-examinations.html' title='Triceratan End of year examinations'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-4158354924803835765</id><published>2008-09-01T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:01:46.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things they would never say</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;some things that these ppl/things will NEVER say.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;a silly CORN: i'm a potassium    &lt;br /&gt;a fire: i'm HOT (fires cant talk =.0)     &lt;br /&gt;the champion in the cat olympics: i hate chasing rats     &lt;br /&gt;the champion rat in the rat race: i love being eaten by cats     &lt;br /&gt;ZEE PREZIDENT OF ZONKONIA: i love Triceratan bears     &lt;br /&gt;flock of baby birds: mrieow. nyan~     &lt;br /&gt;the maker of the impossible quiz: actually, i dont know how to do these questions either...     &lt;br /&gt;Your best friend: I HATE YOU     &lt;br /&gt;the lyrics of &amp;quot;twinkle twinkle little star&amp;quot;: I love you, you love me, we're a happy family...     &lt;br /&gt;a mute person: Hello&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WHY DON'T YOU TRY ADD SOME OF YOURS TOO!!!???!!!??? :::DDD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Self Crashing Car   &lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_    &lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_l    &lt;br /&gt;(beep)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-4158354924803835765?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/4158354924803835765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=4158354924803835765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4158354924803835765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4158354924803835765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-they-would-never-say.html' title='things they would never say'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-3297078127326333420</id><published>2008-08-10T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:02:48.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing 2008</title><content type='html'>What do you call pigs whose names are Olympe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Olympe. I bet you were thinking of something else. After all, if your name is Tom, we don't call you Tom Human. Too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-3297078127326333420?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/3297078127326333420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=3297078127326333420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3297078127326333420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3297078127326333420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-2008.html' title='Beijing 2008'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2048691879285324591</id><published>2008-07-16T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:10:06.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORLD CORN DAY</title><content type='html'>Cornrection from the previous post! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;30 October is WORLD (candy) CORN DAY!! HOORAY!! Be prepared for celebrations!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2048691879285324591?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2048691879285324591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2048691879285324591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2048691879285324591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2048691879285324591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-corn-day.html' title='WORLD CORN DAY'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-8649381106192778046</id><published>2008-07-12T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:17:33.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ Test for All</title><content type='html'>Some warmups to start off.&lt;br /&gt;1) What does the corn have in cornmon with the statue of liberty?&lt;br /&gt;A: The Statue of Liberty was an iCORN of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What did the students say when their corn teacher walked into the class?&lt;br /&gt;A: Good Corning Mr Corn. (Good Morning, in case you didn't get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What did the corn do when his computer got stuck?&lt;br /&gt;A: He pressed CORNtrol-Alternate-Delete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the IQ Question of the week.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID THE CORN EAT FOR BREAKFAST?&lt;br /&gt;(scroll down after you think you have your answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet your answer was something like&lt;br /&gt;1) CORNflakes.&lt;br /&gt;2) popCORN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG. WRONG WRONG WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer can be anything BUT anything corn-based.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the Corn can eat bread, or chocolate, or chicken, or fluff or anything BUT CORNstuffs. That would be EXTREMELY CORNniballistic.&lt;br /&gt;After all, humans eat anything but OTHER HUMANS. Am I right? So it would be extremely immoral and ridiculous for a Corn to eat something of his own kind. Now, give yourself a well-deserved pinch on the arm for even SUSPECTING the Corn of doing something so horrible, terrible and incornrigible. The Corn is very, very angry.&lt;br /&gt;He hopes that everyone here has learnt a good lesson and will Corntinue to apply the macro-Corncept which they have learnt today, which is never to suspect innocent corns. Thank you. CORNbanwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() ()&lt;br /&gt;(._.)&lt;br /&gt;()_()&lt;br /&gt;bunnywunnyeltee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of the corns of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we proclaim that 1 August shall be Corn Day. Corngratulations, Corns of the World!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-8649381106192778046?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/8649381106192778046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=8649381106192778046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8649381106192778046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8649381106192778046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/07/iq-test-for-all.html' title='IQ Test for All'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-1267819942104747363</id><published>2008-07-09T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:34:03.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CORNpilation of corny stuff of Self-Crashing Car, bunnywunny and the Moose</title><content type='html'>There was a CORN in RGS. She loved learning Macro-CORNcepts and History, because she liked to CORNpare and CORNtrast. One day, she went for assembly. The CORNgress members talked about CORNtemplating choices of head prefects. It went home to CORNsider. In the end, it played its Xbox game CORNsole. It played and it lost. It was very sad so her mom CORNforted it. And then she was CORNtent. Then she realised that CORNtent came with CORNtext. It was really happy so it switched on the airCORN and cooked CORN soup. She poured the soup into a CORNcave bowl, then it was CORNfused about CORNcave and CORNvex. Suddenly, her mother CORNmanded CORNplete CORNtrol of her. She found the CORNmand CORNplex and so she CORNfronted her mother to repeat and explain. The CORN decided to go on a Mega Movie MaraCORN so she watched two movies CORNcurrently on two TVs. Soon, she was bored so she went a-strolling. While a-strolling and reading the CORNicles of Narnia, she was CORNered by a CORNman. The CORNman tried CORN her money. In the end, she kicked him and walked away CORNfidently. When she went to school, she found that she was highly recCORNmended to go for a business and CORNmerce exchange to China. The CORN was so shocked that it went blind. So it went for a CORNea implant/replacement surgery. So it became CORNier (cornier, cornea, hahaha) With increased quality of sight comes increased music power, so she started CORNposing songs. She got bored and hence took her Golden CORNpass out to guide her to the north, to her friend's house, where she played CORNnect Four. She flew to CORNnectticut, USA the next day. She went on a getaway car. She ate CORN chips (Orh hor, big bad CORNnibal) However she accidentally CORNmitted a crime and was CORNdemned to death. After its death, the CORN was put on the Christmas tree as a CORNament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering how the corn died, it was CORNstipated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-1267819942104747363?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/1267819942104747363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=1267819942104747363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1267819942104747363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1267819942104747363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/07/cornpilation-of-corny-stuff-of-self.html' title='CORNpilation of corny stuff of Self-Crashing Car, bunnywunny and the Moose'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-375454176750882970</id><published>2008-06-18T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:38:14.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE cherry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One day, there are many cheery cherrys. What made the cherry THE cherry is that it wasn't cheery but instead was pure cherry. While other cheery cherrys moved on, THE cherry was not MOVING, which is abNORMAL for a cherrys. Cherrys should be cheery and moving.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;THE cherry finally got its punishment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I walked up to it and ATEED it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At least it TASTED like a cherrys, although it was nothing near bouncing cheery cherrys. (this is redundant but cheery cherrys like redundants)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;~*Self Crashing Car*~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-375454176750882970?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/375454176750882970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=375454176750882970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/375454176750882970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/375454176750882970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/06/cherry.html' title='THE cherry'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2864627949192575807</id><published>2008-06-14T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:41:07.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legendary Statement</title><content type='html'>The statement, 1+1=2, is, unfortunately, a legend. Now, bunnywunny and self-crashing car shall tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, 1 grain of sand+ 1 grain of sand= 2 grains of sand. 1+1=2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, 1 pile of sand+ 1 pile of sand= still 1 pile of sand. 1+1=1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, 1 pile of sand+ 1 hole= ZERO. 1+1=0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that tell you? Do not believe everything you hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2864627949192575807?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2864627949192575807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2864627949192575807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2864627949192575807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2864627949192575807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/06/legendary-statement.html' title='The Legendary Statement'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-8465175716174643542</id><published>2008-05-29T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:52:52.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magician</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there IS a magician. People love to sneak in and steal his face cream because his face cream was special. It was white. Normally, face cream was blue or purple. People believed his white face cream would give them pure white smooth ______(fill in a ton of other adjectives) skin. So they loved to steal his face cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magician, who had pure white smooth _______ skin, was annoyed. He decided to stop people from stealing his precious face cream. He created magic bricks and stuck them to the wall. Whenever someone tried to climb over the wall, the bricks would scream upon contact and the thief would scream too and there would be a great din of screaming and people would rush out to see what the din was about and the thief could not steal the face cream. The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() ()&lt;br /&gt;(._.)&lt;br /&gt;()_()&lt;br /&gt;bunnywunnyeltee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-8465175716174643542?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/8465175716174643542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=8465175716174643542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8465175716174643542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8465175716174643542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/05/magician.html' title='The Magician'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-4046032626282107256</id><published>2008-05-12T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:01:24.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sock Wugglers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Recently, Sock Wugglers are on the loose, together with Elliot Moose. They like to surprise you by creeping down your socks. But don't worry! Pull your socks high to prevent them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You see, Sock Wugglers are short, and Elliot Moose is fat. We do not know how they managed to be on the loose, but anyway they are so BE CAREFUL. Pull your socks HIGH UP so Sock Wugglers can't get to them. I doubt Elliot Moose can jump because he's too fat, so you'll be safe with high socks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are also precautions against a time when Elliot Moose goes on a diet. He might jump. Read Bedtime Sox for more tricks and tips to prevent Sock Wugglers and Elliot Moose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thankew&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Self Crashing Car&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-4046032626282107256?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/4046032626282107256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=4046032626282107256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4046032626282107256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4046032626282107256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/05/sock-wugglers.html' title='Sock Wugglers'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-9064885661178021451</id><published>2008-05-11T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:05:46.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>According to the press, the Mama shop was extremely crowded today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST&lt;br /&gt;Mime?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-9064885661178021451?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/9064885661178021451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=9064885661178021451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/9064885661178021451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/9064885661178021451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-mothers-day.html' title='Today is Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-1703281316011053509</id><published>2008-05-03T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:00:54.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Model Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here are the model answers from one of our top students. It has done the source A questions. Here's question a:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the source, I can infer that the bunnywunny's fur is shake-coloured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the source, the bunnywunny "*Shakes head in despair*". this shows that the bunnywunny's head is shake-coloured, and hence its fur should also be of the the same colour. However, this can only be a assumption.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bunnywunny could also possibly be house-coloured. As mentioned&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;in source A, the bunnywunny goes to its house, while others "go home". As the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;bunnywunny is unique and different from the rest, we can therefore infer that it is house-coloured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In conclusion, the bunnywunny could possibly be shake-coloured, house-coloured, not-coloured, changing-coloured, or even another colour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wasn't that great? Here's question b:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source A is useless to a large extent in telling us Homer Simpson's favourite food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source A only tells us that Homer Simpson likes home. However, from my past knowledge, Homer Simpson also likes burgers, fries, burgers, pig, burgers, pancakes and mee siam. Source A does not mention any of those.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cross referencing to Source B (???), it tells us that Homer Simpson also like to eat burgers. This is also not mentioned in Source A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore, we can conclude that Source A is useless to a large extent in telling us Homer Simpson's favourite food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bet you learnt a lot from this! Sponsored by Waffles Skool of History and Homer Studies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Self Crashing Car&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_ l&lt;br /&gt;(beep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-1703281316011053509?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/1703281316011053509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=1703281316011053509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1703281316011053509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1703281316011053509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/05/model-answers.html' title='Model Answers'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7096263100229420106</id><published>2008-05-01T13:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:03:43.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influence of Homer Simpson</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Source A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is an extract taken from an entry of a bunnywunny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The influence of Homer Simpson is spreading throughout the world. Look at all those Homer Simpsons saying they Go Home, Are Going Home, Want to Go Home, or Are At Home. *Shakes head in despair*&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it is the influence of Homer Simpson. At least &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; haven't been influenced by Homer Simpson. I don't go home.&lt;br /&gt;I only go to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sadly,&lt;br /&gt;Bunnywunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From Source A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) What does the source tell you about the colour of the fur of the bunnywunny?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) How useless is the source in telling you about Homer Simpson's favourite food?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The End-&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/2446015798776251561-7096263100229420106?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7096263100229420106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7096263100229420106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7096263100229420106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7096263100229420106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/05/influence-of-homer-simpson.html' title='Influence of Homer Simpson'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2946678249930616153</id><published>2008-04-24T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:56:54.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formulaes are good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello. Formulaes are good. they are not what you think they are. Formulaes are different from formulae. Here's a few good formulaes:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1) Fish+Obama=Nutmeg&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2) High+Low=Hot Potato&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3) 1+1=Giraffe fishery&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4) Hippo+Hippo=476xyz(giraffery)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5) tada+backspace=(=)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6) laff+marble=aquafire&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here's a more complex one especially for you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2x+2x=Rhino, therefore fishery=x=3bucks=otah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;so, we can conclude that x=sushi, y=sashimi, z=wasabi, and 8)=geographic looking animations&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;wasnt that enlightening? better ones are of course kept in the Triceratan Research In Countries' Environment Rearing And Teeth And Nothing (TRICERATAN) database. boo. are you inspired to be a formulaesist now? 8)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2946678249930616153?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2946678249930616153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2946678249930616153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2946678249930616153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2946678249930616153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/04/formulaes-are-good.html' title='Formulaes are good'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-8948161955416462119</id><published>2008-04-20T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:18:58.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Means of Transport</title><content type='html'>A Triceratan Bear had found the end of a rainbow. So, he walked onto the rainbow. He walked, and he walked. He could not find the other end. Just then, the rainbow got a message that it was needed elsewhere, so it curled up and whizzed off, with the Triceratan Bear on it. The Bear had discovered a new means of transport to Timbuktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, the Bear was spotted on his way back to Triceratan Island on an Aqua-friendly Giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() ()&lt;br /&gt;(._.)&lt;br /&gt;()_()&lt;br /&gt;bunnywunnyeltee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-8948161955416462119?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/8948161955416462119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=8948161955416462119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8948161955416462119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8948161955416462119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-means-of-transport.html' title='New Means of Transport'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7495762955309434054</id><published>2008-04-20T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:13:16.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarbowls</title><content type='html'>Researchers have recently discovered the Sarbowl. It is originated from the evolution of a Sardine Can to a Toilet Bowl, but errors occured and it got stuck halfway in the middle. It is a permanent error. The Sarbowl has the characteristics of both a Sardine Can and a Toilet Bowl. The reporters have been trying to take a snapshot of it, but whenever they whip out their cameras, a flurry of sardines whirr out from the Sarbowl and make themselves comfy on the lens of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() ()&lt;br /&gt;(._.)&lt;br /&gt;()_()&lt;br /&gt;bunnywunnyeltee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7495762955309434054?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7495762955309434054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7495762955309434054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7495762955309434054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7495762955309434054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/04/sarbowls.html' title='Sarbowls'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-5099761999401080790</id><published>2008-04-01T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:13:05.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Happy April Fools. haha happy April fools you got tricked coz it's not April fools' today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;have you pranked anyone yet? that iwwitating stalker? that annoying geylang cheap HDB agent? that (un)pokish MIO? if not, you can always do it later. like in december. prank your fwens during christmas and shout to them: HAPPY DECEMBER APRIL FOOLS or HAPPY BELATED APRIL FOOLS or HAPPY EVERYDAY IS APRIL FOOLS!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;still not happy? do a every _(fill in time period)_ April fools joke! ran out of ideas? feel free to come here to ask for pranks and jokes. (u can offer to buy all the geylang HDB flats for 1 rupee[idea of moose])&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;how about giving a fake sloppy birthday card[idea of bunnywunny]? or hide your fren's rice and pretend that she never bot it so she would panic[MEAN idea of self crashing car]? for more ideas, stay tuned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:l_@_@_l"&gt;l_@_@_l&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; (beep)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Self Crashing Car&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-5099761999401080790?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/5099761999401080790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=5099761999401080790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5099761999401080790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5099761999401080790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-april-fools.html' title='Happy April Fools'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-1516924658559610237</id><published>2008-03-26T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:13:41.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NONSENSE</title><content type='html'>Guess what... THE KT-SSS is back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with long-awaited thankkews to her BELOVED triceratan for increasing her NQ (nonsense quotient) during her birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't realise that she has, subconsciously, a very high NQ of 150, because she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you drink like that, your teeth will taste the paper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==== I ====&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;the KT-SSS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-1516924658559610237?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/1516924658559610237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=1516924658559610237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1516924658559610237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1516924658559610237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/03/nonsense.html' title='NONSENSE'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-4979466442308922961</id><published>2008-03-21T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:57:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the triceratan languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;our first language is nonsensing. every triceratan should learn this by heart, and it should come out easier than anything in the world + universe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;our second language is poking. thou shalt not grow unpokish or u will suffer from the consequences. it should come out easier than chinese.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;our third lang is either mushwawallixus, mio-ing, or nose honking. the student has a choice, but he/she/it may take more than one language at a time. these should come out easier than jap, french, or german.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;we have many more languages, but currently, these are the most common triceratan languages. if you have any queries or want to take more languages, pls contact us at &lt;a href="mailto:triceratan@gmail.com"&gt;triceratan@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or you can visit &lt;a href="http://www.motelc.gov.trcrtn"&gt;www.motelc.gov.trcrtn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;the ministry of triceratan education language centre will gladly answer your questions. gladly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-4979466442308922961?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/4979466442308922961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=4979466442308922961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4979466442308922961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4979466442308922961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/03/triceratan-languages.html' title='the triceratan languages'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-6803238253181443641</id><published>2008-03-14T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:34:00.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the fourteenth of March, Pi Day! A Pi-Reciting Competition was held in the Triceratan Square. There were close to one thousand participants. However, only one participant really participated, or is participating, because he has been reciting pi from the wee hours of the morning till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() ()&lt;br /&gt;(._.)&lt;br /&gt;()_()&lt;br /&gt;bunny&lt;br /&gt;wunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-6803238253181443641?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/6803238253181443641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=6803238253181443641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/6803238253181443641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/6803238253181443641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/03/pi-day.html' title='Pi Day'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-237770310045600508</id><published>2008-03-06T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:33:50.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recent escape</title><content type='html'>the recent escape of a great terrorist, moose slimet (coff coff), has shaken the nation greatly. but lets hear the nation's geat confidence for the triceratan police force!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporter: so mr scuba, what are your views on the recent escape of ***? are u confident that we can gope him back?&lt;br /&gt;mr scuba: huh? wad ***? who is that? i now go buying pineapple tarts. BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there we have! a great triceratan still enjoying life! get on with life! we will GOPE ***! now, we shall ask mrs vandejee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporter: what are your views on the recent escape of ***? are u confident that we can gope him back?&lt;br /&gt;mrs vandajee: i am worried about my daughter! she iz studeeng nearby! i am bringing her home now and locking up the house. no one is to go out! ve vill stay home votch tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have! another confident triceratan, enjoying life at home watching tv! no one is worried about ***. we will GOPE ***! now, lets interview the head of the triceratan association of manhunt and evacuation(TAME).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporter: so, about the manhunt...what have u done so far?&lt;br /&gt;head: we haf sercht orll the toilet cubicles in here except one cubicle which haz bin occupied since wenzdey 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;reporter: so, how do you know he's not taking an extra long time?&lt;br /&gt;head: we know one la. our toilet how we don't know?&lt;br /&gt;reporter: have you taken any precautions so as to prevent future escapes?&lt;br /&gt;head: got. we will never allow cwiminers to go toilet. we will provide them with die-pers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it! another great triceratan. most probably you get to see them again in the centannial triceratan prize giving ceremony...if they are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Crashing Car&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_l&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-237770310045600508?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/237770310045600508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=237770310045600508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/237770310045600508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/237770310045600508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/03/recent-escape.html' title='recent escape'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-4066720811577828898</id><published>2008-03-04T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:23:54.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new moose disease</title><content type='html'>lately, there has been...a new moose disease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor victim...the moose...(only 2 meese in this whole wide world can get it)...will turn unpokish! the poor meese will fall out of society as poking is the main communication in the Triceratan world. note that Triceratan is the only word i capitalise properly in the whole thingum. i too, am a moose. as u can see now, the effects of this new disease has turned my langwidge wonkey. donkey. gasp as u may, june, july, sharon, priscilla, tan, loh, ong, whatever! we must not discriminate the meese! we shld understand that this is a disease, not dao-ing. neither is it emo-ing, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, dr triceradoc has kindly volunteered himself to try to treat the poor meese. the treatment costs a lot. but he has kindly spared us of all costs under the pressure of ze prezident of zonkonia and hiz rolling fleaz, of which ze prezident iz afraid of ze bearz we haz. thatz y we meese get free treatment. you see the cycle? prezident scared of Triceratan. but triceradoc scared of ze fleaz. but prezident scared of triceratan. coz hiz pineapple tarts disappeared much more faster than usual becoz of Triceratans. therefore we are at advantage, coz our bears are better than hiz fleaz, who merely drown when the bears dive. voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, lets do this together! link moose, meese, fleas, doctor, Triceratan, zonkonia and prezident. what do u get? this storee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Crashing Car&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_l&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-4066720811577828898?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/4066720811577828898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=4066720811577828898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4066720811577828898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4066720811577828898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-moose-disease.html' title='new moose disease'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-6047198782284468389</id><published>2008-03-02T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:13:27.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scuba-Species</title><content type='html'>Lately there have been many Scuba-Animals spotted in the waters of the Great Bloopbloop Lake. They go everywhere with their huge goggles and flippers, and oxygen tank and mask. They swim and dive very well. It is unknown if they are born with their swimming gear or if they just purchase their gear from the nearby provision shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Species spotted:&lt;br /&gt;Scuba-Duck&lt;br /&gt;Scuba-Bunny&lt;br /&gt;Scuba-Sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() ()&lt;br /&gt;(._.)&lt;br /&gt;()_()&lt;br /&gt;bunnywunnyeltee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-6047198782284468389?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/6047198782284468389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=6047198782284468389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/6047198782284468389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/6047198782284468389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/03/scuba-species.html' title='Scuba-Species'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2607245577269126806</id><published>2008-02-10T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:11:07.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bean Bear Boggart</title><content type='html'>the bean bear boggart thinks that everyone is most scared of mr bean's teddy bear. but don't worry if you're really scared of bean bears! these wonky boggarts dont know how to become a bean bear! there are a few rare cases where it is correct, but in other cases, buttons are usually placed in wrong places. like the ear or hand. or even everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beware. but do play with it and reward it if it looks correct. dangle it around and dance the mr bean dance with it! you may also download the soundtrack to dance to. just triceroogle it! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_l&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;br /&gt;SELF CRASHING CAR (BLACK)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2607245577269126806?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2607245577269126806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2607245577269126806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2607245577269126806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2607245577269126806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/02/bean-bear-boggart.html' title='Bean Bear Boggart'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-8874170309545286319</id><published>2008-02-10T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:27:22.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mime?</title><content type='html'>Mimes are cute, but destructive. They like to be the center of attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ST&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;_&lt;)"&lt;br /&gt;Mime?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-8874170309545286319?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/8874170309545286319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=8874170309545286319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8874170309545286319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8874170309545286319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/02/mime.html' title='Mime?'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2921792772930093458</id><published>2008-02-10T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:28:25.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling oranges</title><content type='html'>On new year's eve, the bunny wunny was feeling extremely rich and bought a crate of 1000000000 oranges from the emo bear. The emo bear was so down in the dumps that it started pelting the oranges at itself. So the bunny wunny was doing it and the oranges a favour. The bunny wunny loaded the oranges into its helicopter started the engine. The bunnywunny waved to the emo bear who was too busy emo-ing again to see it. Suddenly, the helicopter started swaying dangerously in midair and one of the windows in the helicopter shattered. The sacks holding the oranges broke and oranges started tumbling out of the window, onto the ground below. The oranges had landed on a television aerial. Skewered oranges and orange pulp. Fortunately, the Triceratan folk placed trampolines from the Triceratan gymnasium all over town. The oranges bounced up into the air and only got slightly bruised. Thus the Triceratan folk managed to save the oranges. HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo mooooooose!&lt;br /&gt;[How do you draw a moose?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2921792772930093458?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2921792772930093458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2921792772930093458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2921792772930093458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2921792772930093458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/02/falling-oranges.html' title='Falling oranges'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2599046405811529374</id><published>2008-02-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:05:31.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidential Encounter</title><content type='html'>Now, does anyone remember the annoying President of Zonkonia?&lt;br /&gt;On New Years Day, he opened the giant white front door of his giant white house and discovered a giant red angpow in front of his giant white front door of his giant white house. He cautiously opened the giant red angpow and immediately a giant flock of baby birds charged out peeping loudly. The baby birds swarmed into the president's house. They spotted a giant white bathtub and they eagerly filled up the tub with themselves. no matter how much the president shooed, they would not leave. The President of Zonkonia gave up and went to eat his giant white box of pineapple tarts instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() ()&lt;br /&gt;(._.)&lt;br /&gt;()_()&lt;br /&gt;bunnywunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2599046405811529374?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2599046405811529374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2599046405811529374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2599046405811529374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2599046405811529374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/02/presidential-encounter.html' title='Presidential Encounter'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2493369986370958162</id><published>2008-02-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:18:38.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Flock of Baby Birds</title><content type='html'>One day, the flock of baby birds decided to go and Bai Nian to the Triceratan Bears. They all swooped down to the door at once, eager to be the first to be sighted, admired and rewarded (with ang pows). They made a giant hole in the door. The Bears kept the ang-pow money for door repair. the end. but. Since the Birds were not going to get any ang-pow anyway, they decided that it wouldn't hurt to drill another hole in the door. Soon, it was no longer a door with holes but a hole with door. The Triceratan Bears decided it would be much more convenient for their gigantic selves to get through without a door (or a hole with door) and so they didn't need to repair the door. So, the flock of Baby Birds still got their ang-pow money so their hard work drilling the door paid off. the end. and the Bears never got stuck in the doorway again. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() ()&lt;br /&gt;(._.)&lt;br /&gt;()_()&lt;br /&gt;bunnywunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2493369986370958162?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2493369986370958162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2493369986370958162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2493369986370958162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2493369986370958162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/02/flock-of-baby-birds.html' title='the Flock of Baby Birds'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-1554557862152136295</id><published>2008-02-04T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:45:17.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to detect a emo bear</title><content type='html'>how to detect an emo bear. if u do, NEVER approach or go near it. if it attempts to shorten the distance between it and you, maintain a balance of 'yin' and 'yang' by backing towards the opposite direction, preferably slightly faster than the hazardous object. When a comfortable distance away from the emo bear, you are advised to run immediately AWAY from the bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how to detect an emo bear. You can  by its speech: “Go away, don’t talk to me”; “Don’t say my name unnecessarily”; “life is a big ball of crap”; “my name’s not (insert self’s name here)”; “I’m not friending you”; “I’m gonna chop myself”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can also by its actions: (attempts to chop oneself); (attempts to cry at everything); (cries at everything); (cries); (becomes a self butcher); (shrieks shrilly when they cry)...etc.etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: in case you come in contact with an emo bear, please, do the opposite of the above to prevent the spread of the emo virus. THE ABOVE IS THE ONLY CURE! so do it or die of suicide/self butchering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*self crashing car*~&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_l&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-1554557862152136295?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/1554557862152136295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=1554557862152136295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1554557862152136295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1554557862152136295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-detect-emo-bear.html' title='how to detect a emo bear'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7072814557826146142</id><published>2008-02-02T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:03:40.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual Guard Sighted</title><content type='html'>One day, a bunnywunny went to the Triceratan Hospital to take a blood type test. After it was done, it sat goodly on a bench just outside the hospital. It noticed a guard in a formal suit and tie strutting around. Just then, a billowy fat long plastic bag flew out of a taxi. It rustled around noisily. The guard continued strutting, purposely not making eye contact with the plastic bag. Just as he stopped strutting and was standing straight, trying to look cool, the plastic bag rustled again and rested on his feet. He was annoyed, but tried not to show it. He moved aside.&lt;br /&gt;A while later, the plastic bag decided it liked the look of the guard and rustled onto his feet while he was strutting. However, the guard did not share the same opinion. Annoyed, he gave the plastic bag a hard kick. The paper bag persisted and returned to him. Extremely irritated, the guard gave up. However, he did not give up on acting cool. using one foot(in a shiny black shoe), he kicked and scuffed the plastic bag as he walked. He stopped at a flowerpot and shoved the plastic bag behind the flowerpot with his foot when he could have just picked it up and thrown it away in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;The bunnywunny giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~bunnywunny's true experience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7072814557826146142?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7072814557826146142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7072814557826146142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7072814557826146142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7072814557826146142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/02/unusual-guard-sighted.html' title='Unusual Guard Sighted'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-5192993352547534063</id><published>2008-01-31T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:33:40.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Self Crashing Car</title><content type='html'>One day, the self crashing car crashed into pink paint. it turned pink. yuck. but it is mentioned after that that it crashed with 2 triceracudae and turned blue and brown. later on, bunny wunny insisted(still) that it was pink. it was very offended, but no, NOT EMO. so it crashed into black paint(not an act of suicide from emo-ing, in the first place there was no emo-ing) and turned completely BLACK, not leaving any pink spots. so, IMMA BLACK, NOT PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bunny wunny if you continue to insist that i am pink, pls eat more carrot. if not, please visit nanyang optical for a new pair of glasses. i am sure they have a bright pink one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-5192993352547534063?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/5192993352547534063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=5192993352547534063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5192993352547534063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5192993352547534063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/01/self-crashing-car.html' title='The Self Crashing Car'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-5380786258558767701</id><published>2008-01-20T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:26:19.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, which is now, there is a Mickey Bunny. It hops away in search of Mickey Mouse. Finally, it meets the great Mickey Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Bunny: Hi, Mic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Mouse: Hi, Mic! Why are you a bunny? Why are you not a mouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Bunny: Who said Mickey had to be a Mouse? It could be Mickey Goat, Mickey Bear, Mickey Cat, Mickey Pig, Mickey Goose, Mickey Flea--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Mouse: Okay. I get the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-5380786258558767701?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/5380786258558767701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=5380786258558767701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5380786258558767701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5380786258558767701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/01/mickey.html' title='Mickey'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2921633893389914949</id><published>2008-01-18T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:49:53.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure Of a Clam</title><content type='html'>"Sam I am," said the Clam. Bam! He swam into a dam. "Damn the dam!" shrieked the clam. "No cursing, Clam!" scolded Ma'am. The Clam spat phlegm on Ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. bunnywunny ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2921633893389914949?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2921633893389914949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2921633893389914949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2921633893389914949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2921633893389914949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/01/adventure-of-clam.html' title='Adventure Of a Clam'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-8772154398113916457</id><published>2008-01-17T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:56:58.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONG!</title><content type='html'>one day the self crashing car crashed into a wall purposely. it went bad and weird and began acting nice. everyone freaked out becoz it was supposed to be mean and crash everyone, but it did not. so the emobear was very sad. it decided to commit suicide in the self crashing car. the emo bear drove the self crashing car into a wall. ouch, went both of them. the emobear became not emo and the self crashing car became mean again. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(applaud for one less emobear in the world. 999999999999999.........more to go. official royal work to be done by the self crashing car, aka ME!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-8772154398113916457?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/8772154398113916457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=8772154398113916457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8772154398113916457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8772154398113916457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/01/gong.html' title='GONG!'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7370562613797213284</id><published>2008-01-12T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:26:22.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emobear</title><content type='html'>Emobears love nagging about the meaning of life. Every two seconds, they sing an emo song and accompany it with an Emo dance. Silly ol' Emobear. Triceratan Bears and Bear Acudae cannot stand them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7370562613797213284?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7370562613797213284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7370562613797213284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7370562613797213284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7370562613797213284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/01/emobear.html' title='Emobear'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-3043221559675023295</id><published>2008-01-05T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T17:17:49.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how ii became triceracuda</title><content type='html'>one day i was sitting in my rocking chair eating triceratan gummy bearries and drinking toilet cleaner. two triceracudas approached me out of nowhere. i choked on my toilet cleaner and spat out a few drops on the 2 triceracudas. they were angry. uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wiped the toilet cleaner on me. some of their blue and brown dye came off, and it stuck on me. i was horrified and went to wash the dye off. it would not drop. so i decided i should be a triceracuda. i was glad i made that choice coz i realised when i looked in the mirror that i WAS a triceracuda coz i was somewhat blue and brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF CRASHING CAR&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_l&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-3043221559675023295?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/3043221559675023295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=3043221559675023295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3043221559675023295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3043221559675023295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-ii-became-triceracuda.html' title='how ii became triceracuda'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-5093872740784458176</id><published>2008-01-04T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:17:16.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part VII: How This Got Here</title><content type='html'>“So that is the story,” said Mrs Rose calmly. Dr Sank snored on. Mrs Rose cleared her throat rather loudly and obviously purposely. Dr Sank woke up with a start. “Uh?” Dr Sank sat up groggily. “What la, Mrs Rose?” He stood up and swayed from side to side. He raised his arms and went, “I am Triceratan Bear. Here me rawr. Rawr rawr very scary run run!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Mrs Rose growled at Dr Sank. Our reporter looked at them, amused. As she was going to turn to go, then Mrs Rose suddenly said curtly, “You there, reporter! I want my story published. You recorded it, didn’t you?” Our reporter turned around. She nodded dutifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Mrs Rose continued, “My story is the greatest story about friendship ever. I must have it published, even if at the cost of killing zee Prezident of that what zonkywonky place. Just publish it.” Our reporter nodded again. “And,” Mrs Rose said again. Our reporter nodded. “You must put it in the BEST newspapers and magazines. You must use the BEST font!” Our reporter nodded. “Yes that’s the way to answer me. Nod! Nod more nod heartily nod vigorously!” Our reporter nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When our reporter left the scene, her head was in her hands. She had over-nodded and it had dropped off and she didn’t have any glue with her so she just had to carry it. Actually she had double-sided tape, but she decided that it was not biodegradable and hence was harmful to her poor head. So she just carried it with her, snuggled up warmly in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So here is the story you just read, at the cost of our dear reporter’s head. We sincerely apologise that no lives nor blood nor heads were lost in the production of this story. Several scenes have been cut off as the language of Mrs Rose might offend a certain Prezident of that what zonkywonky place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF CRASHING CAR&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;_@_@_&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-5093872740784458176?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/5093872740784458176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=5093872740784458176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5093872740784458176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5093872740784458176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/01/part-vii-how-this-got-here.html' title='Part VII: How This Got Here'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2845061490399270145</id><published>2008-01-04T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:16:26.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part VI: Foreign Visitors in the Ship</title><content type='html'>We slept for a long long time. I really do not know exactly how long it was. Then I heard the door of out room open. I stretched, yawned, and slowly opened my eyes. I saw many other of my room mates doing the same. Refreshed and very excited, I looked around curiously to find the source of new life that woke us all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Horror. I saw a tall figure standing at the doorway holding up a torn door. He wore weird goggles and a funny tight seemingly waterproof suit. Not to mention that he was horribly skinny. So skinny that 10 of him could make one of me. And he wasn’t nice, furry and cuddly like I was. Besides, he didn’t wear branded goggles nor swimming trunks like we Triceratan Bears did. So we all looked at him innocently, not knowing whether we should move or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Finally, the stick man declared, “We are Triceratan explorers who have come to explore our explorations…er…hello?” We continued to stare. Then the stick man continued, “Er…so do anyone of you know how to open the other doors? Like that one.” Then he pointed to afar where more stick men were trying to open a door. They were tugging at the door of the other room which contained more of us, Triceratan Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Being kind, we snorted out the spell that could reverse the spell, and we even flicked our paws in a synchronised manner to show the spell movements. The stick man looked puzzled. He went “tsk”, and slammed the broken door on us. Now, we were angry, so we went to the room where the gobbly weiqi seeds slept in peace. We waved our paws in a synchronised manner and ‘BUCSH!’ the door fell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The gobbly weiqi seeds started to shake, then they jumped out. They rushed out of the room, turned sharply, and went after the stick men while making chomping actions with their jaws. We all laughed loudly at the stick men while they ran desperately away from the gobbly weiqi seeds. Then we realised. The spell put on the Triceraship to seal the water out was still there. Hurray! We are not drowned, and we are happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We Triceratan Bears are kind hearted. So we went to every door and unlocked them! Yay all of us are freed! Healthy happy flappy bears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF CRASHING CAR&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;_@_@_&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2845061490399270145?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2845061490399270145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2845061490399270145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2845061490399270145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2845061490399270145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2008/01/part-vi-foreign-visitors-in-ship.html' title='Part VI: Foreign Visitors in the Ship'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-4792728910071354337</id><published>2007-12-26T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:54:08.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part V: Saving Bunny Wunny</title><content type='html'>Weird. At the front cabin, there was no water at all. I ventured in further, towards the bunny wunny’s room. There it is! I opened the door and found many replicas of my bunny wunny friend inside. Suddenly, I saw one jump about very excitedly but still gave me the usual ‘-_-’ face. Yes, it was my friend! It then told me that they were all pumping water out of the ship while the crew were trying to force some Triceratan magic to work for the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, I was pulled out by a tweeting baby bird. It said fiercely to me, “What are you still doing here? Go back to your room and pump! We have successfully sealed out all water, so just pump the rest out!” So I returned to my room in the back cabin. The ship was tilted downwards, and my room was at the top part. I worked hard to get to the back of the ship. Just as I almost got there, the ship broke into half, right behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! I’m separated from my best friend! I looked on in horror as the other half of the ship slowly sank underwater. To my great relief, no water entered the cabins nor corridor. My side began to sink too. I hurriedly made my way to my room, worried about my poor friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the room door shut behind me, I heard a tweet outside. One of the crew was giving instructions. “Tweet tweeet tweeeeeeeet,” it said. That meant all doors now sealed! Then again more tweeting, saying that we will hibernate on the count of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1…all were crashing the door. 2…we pushed really hard. 3…we realised it was sealed with magic. 4…sorrow, we are locked in. 5…We were all growing sleepy. 6…we realised all the instructions were spells. 7…*yawn*. 8…our eyes closed. 9…we slowly fell asleep. 10…*snore*…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all sound asleep, to wake up only when it was time. All was quiet. Everything had died down. Silence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_l&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-4792728910071354337?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/4792728910071354337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=4792728910071354337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4792728910071354337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4792728910071354337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-v-saving-bunny-wunny.html' title='Part V: Saving Bunny Wunny'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-9170718745632198481</id><published>2007-12-26T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:51:45.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part IV: Twenty Thousand Millimetres On the Sea</title><content type='html'>It was already twenty thousand hours wasted on the ship. We were a good 20 metres away from the jetty. I still did not get to see the bunny wunny. I was one of the 300 Triceratan Bears squashed into room 192083 trying to sleep, but too squashed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of the bunny wunny day and night, thinking how my best friend was doing. I hoped it was fine. I wondered when we would reach the Triceratan Island. So I decided to complain about the slow progress to the captain. I know it’s quite fast already, but not fast enough for me not to get bored. I’m a very exciting bear, but with a not so exciting life. So I must improve it further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a short 2 hours to find the captain as the control house was only 20 millimetres away from the cabin. The captain was a fine baby bird. He was one baby bird of the flock of baby birds that was his crew. The baby birds all tweeted at me. I requested to see the captain. The captain tweeted at me. So I started complaining, “You know your ship is very slow? Can faster?” So he tweeted and flew around my head, saying something like we were on low speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that the ship was turned on to full speed, and we zoomed through the sea, till disaster struck 2 miles away, which is 2 minutes later. The Triceraship struck Spongebob’s durian under the sea with a loud conk. Water started pouring into the front cabins below. The durian swayed dangerously and threatened to topple over. Spongebob ran out of the durian with Gary in his hands, screaming loudly. The durian toppled. Spongebob complained. Gary cried. And I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor bunny wunny friend is in the front cabin! I was horrified. I must save it, and it’s now or never. I don’t care! Following that, I raced down to the front cabin, eager to save my bunny friend in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_l&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-9170718745632198481?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/9170718745632198481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=9170718745632198481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/9170718745632198481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/9170718745632198481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-iv-twenty-thousand-millimetres-on.html' title='Part IV: Twenty Thousand Millimetres On the Sea'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-3475787581234166164</id><published>2007-12-26T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:50:49.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part III: A Life Saved</title><content type='html'>Father talked all day with his clients. His clients were of many different sizes, from the mediocre gobbly weiqi seed to us, the fat Triceratan Bears. Many times I tried to hint to him that I did not enjoy anything at all. He ignored me and continued gossiping about how strong his ship was with his clients. I was totally heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I decided I had no reason to live unless God wanted me to. I would dive off the ship into the cold waters, and if I froze to death, let it be. If I live, then I live. It’s not too late now, and I can still swim back to the jetty. It has been a good long 5 hours and we are 5 millimetres from the jetty, a great progress made by the ship. I wonder if I can swim that much. Sobbing like a extreme emo bear, I ran uncontrollably to the back of the ship. There I leaned over the side, hypnotized by the eddying swirls of the fruit punch beneath me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Just then, a bunny wunny hopped up to me and pulled me back. How it managed to despite my weight, I do not know. How it looked like? Well, all bunny wunnies look the same – a ‘lame’ face they give everyone. This one was no exception. It said, “why you suicide? LAME!” and then it gave an extreme ‘-_-’ face. Some attitude! I was expecting a bear in shiny armour who willingly let me confide in him! But what is this LAME bunny wunny doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I thought and thought, I did not know what to say. Then it went ‘-_-’ again. Not that it ever stops doing that. It said, “Let’s be friends.” Sure sounds like furbie. But we became best friends. I owed him a life because he saved mine. Sorry, it’s an ‘it’, not a ‘he’. And we had a very good night after it rescued me. We played a fool in the ship playground and jumped down from the mast. It was really fun. Then my father came along. Uh oh. Disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “What are you doing here with a bunny wunny? Do you not know they spread bad diseases? They spread rabbii…rabbii…rabbits! Whatever disease is that!” Then I was cruelly towed away by my cruel father. I looked sadly back at the bunny wunny. It was, as usual, making the ‘-_-’ face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I wonder how I could repay a nonchalant, single-emotion bunny wunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;l_@_@_l&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-3475787581234166164?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/3475787581234166164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=3475787581234166164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3475787581234166164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3475787581234166164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-iii-life-saved.html' title='Part III: A Life Saved'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-5070346286942146854</id><published>2007-12-26T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:35:40.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus Sightings</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from the secret files of the Santa Tracker Union:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/12/2007 was a red-letter day for the Santa Tracker Union. Using the ingenius santa tracker built by the professors of the national Triceratan University, we, santa trackers, have found Santa Claus dressed in a Triceratan bear suit. (Don't worry people, Santa Claus hasn't been kidnapped) Santa has filled his house with Triceratan memorabilla, from life-size models of Triceratan folk to rugs dotted with bunny wunny pictures. Indeed, the Triceratan fever has taken over the whole North Pole! Out of gratitude for the Triceratan folks' help, Santa has removed the classic with fluff ball from the end of his hat in exchange for a miniature Triceratan figurine. *Gasp!* Later at midnight, we saw Mrs Claus chasing Santa around the house for not washing the dishes. At the end of her duster was a stuffed Triceratan bear! Poor Santa. No Triceratan folk to save the day this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooooooose.&lt;br /&gt;The plural of moose is meese. Meese like eating samosas. A samosa is a triangular shaped thing filled with curried potato and fried. It is spelt S-A-M-O-S-A. There was a great big moose who drank too much juice, which caused him to swallow a whole goose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-5070346286942146854?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/5070346286942146854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=5070346286942146854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5070346286942146854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5070346286942146854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-claus-sightings.html' title='Santa Claus Sightings'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-408722618340194743</id><published>2007-12-26T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T10:16:13.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Christmas Trees</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 25 December, Santa had way too many presents to fit in his sleigh due to growing population and thus had to enlist the help of Triceratan folk including Triceratan Bears, Bunny Wunnies, Flocks of Baby Birds and many others. They were sighted bouncing away on Bouncing Christmas Trees with tiny sacks of presents as the ornaments. Everyone had a great Christmas after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-408722618340194743?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/408722618340194743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=408722618340194743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/408722618340194743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/408722618340194743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/walking-christmas-trees.html' title='Walking Christmas Trees'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7646474911671560975</id><published>2007-12-23T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:31:51.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triceratan Bear Meets Bear Acuda</title><content type='html'>One day, a Triceratan Bear was swimming with its eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;One day, a Bear Acuda was swimming with its eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They banged and met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Triceratan Bear admired the Bear Acuda's bizarre brown fur.&lt;br /&gt;The Bear Acuda admired the Triceratan Bear's jazzy blue fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Triceratan Bear stole a bottle of brown hair dye from the horrible lady next door.&lt;br /&gt;The Bear Acuda stole a bottle of blue hair dye from the terrible woman next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Triceratan Bear dyed its fur brown.&lt;br /&gt;The Bear Acuda dyed its fur blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a Triceratan Bear was swimming with its eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;One day, a Bear Acuda was swimming with its eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They banged and met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Triceratan Bear said, "You look like me."&lt;br /&gt;the Bear Acuda said, "You look like me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, they banged again. The dye rubbed off onto each other. Both of them became a horrible Blue+Brown Colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Triceracuda said, "You look like me."&lt;br /&gt;the Triceracuda said, "You look like me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7646474911671560975?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7646474911671560975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7646474911671560975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7646474911671560975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7646474911671560975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/triceratan-bear-meets-bear-acuda.html' title='Triceratan Bear Meets Bear Acuda'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-9072676839955302236</id><published>2007-12-21T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:46:56.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II: The birth of a Brand New Ship</title><content type='html'>I remembered that day clearly. The sun hung low in the sky, soaking the world in gold. The ship stood at the jetty in all its glory, ready to set out towards Triceratan Island. But I was glum. My father was with me then. He pulled me out of the Self Crashing Car he modified, and then towards the Triceraship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look! I designed this ship with a partner. It is invincible, made out of steeeeeeel! Not steel, but steeeeeeel, with 7 ‘e’s. Much stronger than usual. It’s really unsinkable!” my father boasted about his ship, waved his paws enthusiastically, anything to get my attention. Nothing seemed to work for me. I would continue to be glum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I look like a prim and proper and plump healthy bear. But I’m not that grand, spoilt and rich inside. I feel, something that wants to escape, to be let free like a flock of baby birds! I did not want to be in the top class cabin in the ship. So I was glum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, no one seemed to understand me either. So I wasn’t really expecting a complete turn of events. At least not from a bunny wunny who gives me a ‘lame’ face all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed deeply and stared at the ship. The mast was tall, but a few gobbly weiqi seeds had managed to shoot themselves up there. How I wish I was there too…frolicking…hope I’m too fat to be gobbled up. At the front, the sails fluttered gently. Towards the back, steam sprouted from four ‘steeeeeeel’ chimneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great fat bear coloured ship stood, new, waiting for me to board. I took a deep breath. And another. And another. And I continued to deep breathe as if it was absolutely normal, while I made my way to the ship, baggage following me behind with the frail stick-on legs I stuck there rather clumsily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;_@_@_&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;br /&gt;self crashing car&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-9072676839955302236?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/9072676839955302236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=9072676839955302236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/9072676839955302236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/9072676839955302236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-ii-birth-of-brand-new-ship.html' title='Part II: The birth of a Brand New Ship'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-8049895923596181360</id><published>2007-12-20T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:15:32.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triceratan Bear Look-Alike</title><content type='html'>Triceratan Divers have discovered the Bear Acuda, bears which have migrated from Toontown to the Triceratan World. Please do not mistake them for Triceratan Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to tell the difference:&lt;br /&gt;1) Bear Acudas love to block your way. Triceratan Bears do not&lt;br /&gt;2) Bear Acudas have brown fur. Triceratan Bears have blue fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do give a hearty, warm round of applause to welcome the Bear Acuda!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() ()&lt;br /&gt;(._.)&lt;br /&gt;()_()&lt;br /&gt;bunny&lt;br /&gt;wunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-8049895923596181360?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/8049895923596181360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=8049895923596181360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8049895923596181360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8049895923596181360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/triceratan-bear-look-alike.html' title='Triceratan Bear Look-Alike'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7408922516542878505</id><published>2007-12-14T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:46:14.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part I: The Research of how Triceraship Sank</title><content type='html'>Recently, scientists have done a detailed research on how the Triceraship sank. It is believed that due to a durian under the sea, the Triceraship sank. But, there were other reasons that contributed too. For example, the violent reactions of the gobbly weiqi seed, the great weight of the Triceratan Bear, and even the sound waves (vibration mah) caused by the flock of baby alarm clocks and birds, all made the Triceraship wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the most advanced technology, Dr Titanic Sank and his team completed a flash movie that accurately shows the sinking process of the Triceraship. Dr Titanic Sank said to us: “We saw a video on how Titanic sank, and we merely copied it! As easy as Mushwawallixus!” Of course, Mushwawallixus is nothing near easy. The movie was shown to a survivor of the unfortunate incident, Mrs Rose, a Triceratan Bear who wears rose patterned swimming trunks. Mrs Rose said:” Oh my!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that, Dr Sank explained the movie as it proceeded. “See? The ship conked the durian…there you have it! Spongebob yelling that his house was collapsing! Water seeps into the front of the ship. The weight brings the nose of the ship tilting downwards, and it continues to sink, nose diving into that ocean…then it cannot take the weight, and the ship breaks in the middle, and the front is separated from the back. Then we have them both sinking. Luckily the durian was there, and the ship now rests on the durian, and its mast sticks out of the water.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reporter observed a weird face made by Mrs Rose. She says: “But this is not how I remembered it…yes something like that did happen, but I would like to give my own version…” So Mrs Rose blabbered on and on. And on and on she blabbered lots of rubbish while Dr Sank snored occasionally and nodded his head mechanically now and then. However, our dear reporter does not think it is all rubbish and she recorded everything. Then she organised the recording into parts, and formed a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from here a new story starts. So tune in to get part II of ‘Triceraship’. For your information, all passengers survived the ship wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_/TTT\_&lt;br /&gt;_@_@_&lt;br /&gt;   (beep)&lt;br /&gt;self crashing car&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7408922516542878505?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7408922516542878505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7408922516542878505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7408922516542878505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7408922516542878505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-i-research-of-how-triceraship-sank.html' title='Part I: The Research of how Triceraship Sank'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-4594493576292962927</id><published>2007-12-14T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:27:10.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way to Speak Mushwawallixus</title><content type='html'>‘I love mushwooms’ = ‘I MUSHY love WOOMWOOM mushwooms WOOMY!’ Now don’t think that it’s just normal English with bits of ‘MUSH(Y)’ or ‘WOOM(Y)’ inside. That’s way too layman. It’s very special. You must put the ‘MUSH(Y)’ or the ‘WOOM(Y)’ in the right place. Don’t go thinking that randomness can save you. Only a Triceratan can master this hard language. The tone must be correct too. Any mistake will result in your being squashed. So, beware! Plus that English you think is English is not English. It is part and parcel of Mushwawallixus! You have to put you sincerity into saying it. Again, it is NOT English. English is an insult to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-4594493576292962927?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/4594493576292962927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=4594493576292962927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4594493576292962927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4594493576292962927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/way-to-speak-mushwawallixus.html' title='The Way to Speak Mushwawallixus'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7813343996195661993</id><published>2007-12-14T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:26:45.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summon a Random Thing/Object/Being</title><content type='html'>To summon a random thing (excluding the flock of baby alarm clocks) here’s what to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ipoit! Itoit! Ipoot! Itoop! Itiot! Itiop!” (repeat it until something comes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a random thing will start to make it’s way towards you. This is highly dangerous, and you should not attempt it on you own if you are not a Triceratan. Do beware of the flock of baby birds and the Triceratan Bears. If afraid of the gobbly weiqi seeds, wear a full protective suit at all times. You can buy the suit in any Triceratan stall. Prices depend on the stall owner. BE REMINDED THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7813343996195661993?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7813343996195661993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7813343996195661993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7813343996195661993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7813343996195661993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/summon-random-thingobjectbeing.html' title='Summon a Random Thing/Object/Being'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2287109567190905007</id><published>2007-12-14T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:26:17.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Street: Weiqi Garden</title><content type='html'>Deep inside Triceratan forest, lie/stands/sits/squats/kneels the great Altanist City, a place of concrete and nothing else. It is an abandoned city none can enter. Unless you stand at the door with the mushwoom statue on it and press up (that’s you jump). You will be transported to the Weiqi Garden, where all is black and white except for the trees, which is chopped up to make containers and boards for the gobbly weiqi seeds to rest on/in. not that they rest, though. They rattle away in their containers. They chitter away on the board. In the ground where they are planted, they cause HUGE earthquakes, and even when they hang on the stalk of the grown up plant, they shake violently until they are being freed from the wrath of the plant stalks. After they are released, they may do a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      Position themselves on a weiqi board.&lt;br /&gt;2)      Shoot around dangerously while trying to eat you.&lt;br /&gt;3)      Rattle with others of the same colour in a container.&lt;br /&gt;4)      Plant/Sow itself in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be many other hidden portals, but our brave explorers have not found them yet. They are currently trying all methods to enter every ‘door-looking thing’, including the arc of Zonkywonky, which is apparently NOT welcome in Triceratan Island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2287109567190905007?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2287109567190905007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2287109567190905007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2287109567190905007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2287109567190905007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/hidden-street-weiqi-garden.html' title='Hidden Street: Weiqi Garden'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7750326293225047065</id><published>2007-12-11T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:01:58.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Octopus Residence</title><content type='html'>Beside the durian under the Triceratan Ocean lies the Octopus Residence. Octopuses are the mutations forms of squidwart, spongebob's friend. Anything with less than 8 legs is an intruder. This is what happens to an intruder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The octopuses will sprout ink (as mutantions of squidwart, they do keep the ink trait).&lt;br /&gt;2)All will go black.&lt;br /&gt;3)The intruder turns black.&lt;br /&gt;4)All remains black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the mushwooms, they will not respect you if you speak their language. Instead, they will accuse you of stealing their language from them. However, you can try to enter in an octopus suit and attempt a conversation in octobloopus. But octobloopus isn't as easy as you think. So don't go about wandering. Not even when a Triceratan is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*SELF CRASHING CAR*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7750326293225047065?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7750326293225047065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7750326293225047065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7750326293225047065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7750326293225047065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/octopus-residence.html' title='Octopus Residence'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7685556310784277012</id><published>2007-12-11T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:55:10.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triceratan Bear in Mushwoom Residence!</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, a Triceratan Bear entered the Mushwoom Residence. The mushwooms started bouncing vigourously. The Triceratan Bear followed suit. There were HUGE tremors. The mushwooms tried to squash the Triceratan Bear by bouncing much higher than it. The Triceratan Bear followed suit. The bouncing competition began. The bear was too fat and could not jump high. The bear was too tall to bounce on. There was a draw. No one won. So they continued to bounce, until an intruder came and got squashed by the mushwooms and a Triceratan Bear. Flat like roti prata. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Self Crashing Car*~&lt;br /&gt;~BEWARE~&lt;br /&gt;~*YL*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7685556310784277012?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7685556310784277012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7685556310784277012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7685556310784277012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7685556310784277012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/triceratan-bear-in-mushwoom-residence.html' title='Triceratan Bear in Mushwoom Residence!'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-6071341173198716101</id><published>2007-12-10T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:59:40.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahaha</title><content type='html'>Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined the Triceratan League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to dispell the myth that I am no nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there are 2 sides of me. The no nonsense, and the lotsa nonsense. Like that 2 sided sugar stick in Korea. Soooper yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am no nonsense.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be boasting about our fantastic wulinxiaohuis&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be able to talk to LT (heehee)&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't call myself 'Korean 2-sided sugarstick'&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be slacking now by posting this.&lt;br /&gt;and...I wouldn't join the league!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I am NOT completely no nonsense. Nonsense is good for you. Remember the wise words of the Korean 2sided sugarstick. &lt;em&gt;Embrace nonsense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬Korean 2sided sugarstick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-6071341173198716101?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/6071341173198716101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=6071341173198716101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/6071341173198716101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/6071341173198716101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/wahaha.html' title='wahaha'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-1413668020963972817</id><published>2007-12-07T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:27:44.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>One day, the Prezident of Zonkonia wanted to meet up with me, the Triceratan. Instead of taking a peaceful bulletpig ride(The extremely fast flying pig with wings) to our world, he tried to show off by arriving through Teleport. I was snoring away with a sandwich on my head when suddenly there was a loud Pop and he materialised in front of me. Silly old man. Probably thought his way of arrival was &lt;em&gt;ohh soo grand&lt;/em&gt;. Then he started boasting about Zonkonia with all its Zonkonians with Ninety-nine horns on their head and some ridiculous thingamagijs. I plugged my ears. When I finally unplugged them, he started criticising the Triceratan Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What eees theees? All theees fat bears paddling around weef goggles and pants??? Fat bears cannot wear goggles or pants!!! and what eees thees wabbit thingy that keeps frowning at mee? and Sometimes can hear dono wad poit toit poit soit koit den can hear some silly bird call?? soo noiseey. This world ees full of silly nonsense. I bet euu can't do something great like meee. I can teleport. I can eeven summon a troop of ants, euu know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff is Enuff. Thus, In my loudest voice possible, I called out, "POIIIT POIIT POIIIIIIT!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the Prezident of Zonkonia snorted in dismay. A flock of dancing Triceratan Bears had emerged lazily from the ground and were slowly tunneling upwards out of the floor. And where had they emerged from? Right Below the Prezident of Zonkonia, of course!!! The Prezident was being lifted up on the Bears' heads. I was so delighted at the Prezident's misfortune. I praised the Bears. The Bears in turn were very delighted with my praises, so they did a vigorous Triceravictory Dance. The bears have an excellent sense of balance, and they continued dancing with the Prezident still stuck on top of their heads. The Prezident of Zonkonia decided never to boast about summoning ants again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. the Prezident of Zonkonia mended the hole in my office as I threatened to summon a flock of Baby Birds that would lift him up my the ears if he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny&lt;br /&gt;Wunny&lt;br /&gt;El&lt;br /&gt;Tee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-1413668020963972817?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/1413668020963972817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=1413668020963972817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1413668020963972817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1413668020963972817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/adventure.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-5791687184434276677</id><published>2007-12-06T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:53:20.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the 999999 Room Myth</title><content type='html'>Before, we thought that in every room of the wrecked ship (Triceraship) there was a different something in abundance. This myth has been proved wrong. In 3 rooms, explorers found them housing the same thing! Due to the width of the Triceratan Bear (it’s a fat bear!), only 300 Triceratan Bears can fill one of those big ship rooms (mind you it’s VERY big coz it can fit a million gobbly weiqi seeds). That means, we have 900 fat bears in a big ship! No wonder the ship sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is something weird about the wrecked ship. The ship is completely under fruit punch (under the sea), but none of the insides look wet. And none of the Triceratan Bears seemed to need their goggles very much either. Our Triceratan scientists will further investigate into this issue, and we will inform you as soon as possible about the new thingamabobby that’s preventing our royal comrades from drowning. I would be a brand new thingamajiggy and scientists will be glad to put it to use as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF CRASHING CAR&lt;br /&gt;~BEWARE~&lt;br /&gt;~*YL*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-5791687184434276677?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/5791687184434276677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=5791687184434276677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5791687184434276677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5791687184434276677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/breaking-999999-room-myth.html' title='Breaking the 999999 Room Myth'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-5965331359843886245</id><published>2007-12-06T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:47:08.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of the Poop that Smelt Nice</title><content type='html'>There was once a Gatsby bouncing rubber. It pooed. The poop smelt nice. It smelt of flower and leaves and nature. It was like breathing in fresh air. So, many scientists came to review the poop. They did many experiments. All of them, no matter where they were from, came to one, final conclusion/decision. They even held a world conference so that all the prime ministers, presidents and even VIPs could smell the poop. The final conclusion from the scientists: the poop smelt nice. The result was shared with all the people present (i.e. all the VIPs). They agreed that it was a most perfect, suitable and scientific conclusion they ever heard or seen in their whole life. Even the bunny wunny had to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF CRASHING CAR&lt;br /&gt;~BEWARE~&lt;br /&gt;~*YL*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-5965331359843886245?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/5965331359843886245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=5965331359843886245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5965331359843886245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/5965331359843886245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/story-of-poop-that-smelt-nice.html' title='Story of the Poop that Smelt Nice'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7558951046074476893</id><published>2007-12-05T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:59:22.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triceratan Planet Found!</title><content type='html'>Following the discovery of the Triceratan Island in the crack in the wall, some of our bravest explorers set out beyond Triceratan Island to find a whole new world. Led by Sir Mapa de Poopycock, the team of 7 explorers found a whole new planet after twenty thousand minutes. It is complete with one island (Triceratan Island), one country (United States of Triceratan), and a wrecked ship that is bigger than a country (Triceraship?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main places are populated by Triceratan Bears, and other (non)sensical beings (e.g. Bunny Wunny) make up the minority. The only that does not have any Triceratan Bears is the wrecked ship (Triceraship?). Many new beings have been found everywhere, mostly in the wrecked ship (Triceraship?). The wrecked ship has 999,999 rooms. It is suspected that there is a different new/known being/object in abundance in every room. Our explorers are still finding ways to unlock most of the rooms. They sincerely hope they will not find any gobbly weiqi seeds or too many a flock of baby birds. The Triceratan League hereby sends them our best wishes, and we hope they find more dangerous stuff than gobbly weiqi seeds or too many flocks of too many baby birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t everything sound so peaceful and normal here? Yes, of course. To top it all off, we have a super normal sea! It’s named the Triceratan Ocean. It changes its colour occasionally, and also changes its taste too. The taste varies with the mood of the sea and also the spongebob with his square coloured pants living in a durian under the sea. Some of the tastes that the sea can change to are: water, lemonade, apple juice, peach tea, coca cola, fruit punch. The most common overall appearance of the sea is fruit punch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7558951046074476893?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7558951046074476893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7558951046074476893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7558951046074476893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7558951046074476893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/triceratan-planet-found.html' title='Triceratan Planet Found!'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-3425961489239756629</id><published>2007-12-04T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T15:30:25.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushwoom Residence</title><content type='html'>Beware.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the Triceratan Forest, lies(or stands) none other than Mushwoom Residence.&lt;br /&gt;Do Not be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;You think mushwooms are cute? sure they are.&lt;br /&gt;Not when they're in big groups.&lt;br /&gt;Mushwoom Residence is where they live. And any non-mushwoom is considered an intruder. Here is what happens to an intruder.&lt;br /&gt;1) All the mushwooms will start bouncing vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;2) There will be tremors.&lt;br /&gt;3) You get squashed by the bouncy mushwooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not everyone will be considered an intruder. If you talk to them nicely in mushwoom language, they will respect you for your knowledge of how to speak their native language. Also, don't forget to add in that you are purely carnivorous and only eat meat and definitely NOT mushwooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well speaking mushwawallixus isn't as easy as you think, either. So don't go wandering around Triceratan Forest without a Triceratan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly&lt;br /&gt;bunny&lt;br /&gt;wunny&lt;br /&gt;el&lt;br /&gt;tee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-3425961489239756629?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/3425961489239756629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=3425961489239756629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3425961489239756629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/3425961489239756629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/mushwoom-residence.html' title='Mushwoom Residence'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-8858840172390897749</id><published>2007-12-01T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:12:10.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number One Triceratan Bear Killer!</title><content type='html'>Recently, a group of Triceratan scientists have conducted a research on the causes of the most deadly killer amongst Triceratan Bears – sneezes! Out of every 10 Triceratan Bear that sneezed, 3 dies of a sudden death, while 4 start to take off their goggles. The remaining 3 either stay normal, or forget that they have sneezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists have picked up some clues to the cause of sneezes in Triceratan Bears. Results show that in 70% of the cases, a bacteria called the Triceratan008 furrer is the cause for sneezing in Triceratan Bears. The 008 furrer is a furry organism that enters the nose of the Triceratan Bear when it is unaware. The 008 furrer will then drop certain particles found in Triceratan tickling seashells into the nose of the unknowing victim. Next, the victim will sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other 30% of the cases, the culprit is the 009 furrer. It is the same as the 008 furrer, but produces less devastating effects as the sneezes are usually timid and soft ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 008 and 009 furrers are only found in bamboozlee colonies. Bamboozlee colonies are colonies of ant-like creatures. You might mistake them as ants, but their distinctive growling stomach distinguishes them from ants. Nonetheless, all other properties of theirs are those of an ant’s including the ability to carry something 100 times its weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is currently no cure for sneezes, but prevention is better than cure. Just stay away from bamboozlees, and you’ll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, go to: www.i-sneeze.triceratan.bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-8858840172390897749?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/8858840172390897749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=8858840172390897749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8858840172390897749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8858840172390897749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/12/number-one-triceratan-bear-killer.html' title='Number One Triceratan Bear Killer!'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-9211486482709437090</id><published>2007-11-30T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:37:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTERNATIVE METHODS TO COUNTER GOBBLY WEIQI SEED ATTACKS</title><content type='html'>If you meet a gobbly weiqi seed and you are not a Triceratan, please consider this method of ensuring your safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*YL*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-9211486482709437090?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/9211486482709437090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=9211486482709437090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/9211486482709437090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/9211486482709437090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/11/alternative-methods-to-counter-gobbly.html' title='ALTERNATIVE METHODS TO COUNTER GOBBLY WEIQI SEED ATTACKS'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-1411672995947589218</id><published>2007-11-30T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:33:57.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW!!! TRICERATAN ISLAND FOUND!!!</title><content type='html'>Triceratan explorers have found a far away island they named Triceratan Island. Many Triceratan Bears were found swimming around and basking in the sun. Spongebob with his square coloured pants are under the sea in a durian! And there are many flocks of baby birds there. Bunny wunny eggs have also been found mixed in a container of gobbly weiqi seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is advanced there and they have many gags. A gag that was just discovered is the self-crashing car, which will crash into anything and everything when you attempt to drive it. The sand on the shores, however, is proven to be quite dangerous. Triceratan scientists have been sent, and they found some rare Triceratan tickling seashells hidden in the sand. This explains the occasional scratchy and jumpy Triceratan Bear basking in the sun. Sun bathing chairs have been installed since then to prevent further agitation of the Triceratan Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a new trick found. To stop the gobbly weiqi seed from eating you up, stick you finger out towards it and say loudly “poot poooooooot pooooooooooooooot” as long and as much as you can, until it goes away. Please be aware that it might get angrier if you do it wrongly, so it can only be done by us, the Triceratans. It’s not that easy, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on what to do if you are NOT a Triceratan and you encounter a gobbly weiqi seed, please read next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*YL*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-1411672995947589218?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/1411672995947589218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=1411672995947589218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1411672995947589218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/1411672995947589218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-triceratan-island-found.html' title='NEW!!! TRICERATAN ISLAND FOUND!!!'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2757003723331006133</id><published>2007-11-29T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:35:46.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The attack of the baby birds</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time,I called out TOIT-TOIT-TOIIIIIT!!!!    Suddenly,a whole flock of baby birds appeared.I told them to attack my sister.She screamed loudly.I screamed again, POIT-POIT-POIIIT!!! A whole fat troop of dancing bears trotted lazily out of a tree.My sister screamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2757003723331006133?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2757003723331006133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2757003723331006133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2757003723331006133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2757003723331006133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/11/attack-of-baby-birds.html' title='The attack of the baby birds'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-2383617282231313502</id><published>2007-11-28T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:28:13.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summonning Skills</title><content type='html'>So far, our Triceratan Researchers have devised methods to summon two useful types of creatures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Triceratan Bears&lt;br /&gt;You have to cock your head upwards, and call, "Poit-poit-poiiiiiit!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Flock of Baby Birds&lt;br /&gt;You have to bend your head down a little, at the exact angle, and call, "Toit--Toit--TOIIIIIT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't think we are so silly as to publish our precious secrets here. For this information will not help you AT ALL. Summonning is not as simple as it seems. There are more factors to a skilful Triceratan Summonner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sillily,&lt;br /&gt;LT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-2383617282231313502?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/2383617282231313502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=2383617282231313502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2383617282231313502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/2383617282231313502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/11/summonning-skills.html' title='Summonning Skills'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-4806607002795033166</id><published>2007-11-28T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:28:31.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How we got our name</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered how Triceratan came about? Yes, we admit we stole the name from a BEAR. Yes, none other than the Triceratan Bear. It was named by ST. It is commonly seen in huge goggles and swimming trunks, and lurks in the waters of Toontown. Most of its kind are fat. We honor the Triceratan Bear for giving us our name. Thank you, Triceratan Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Spongebob's pants are square in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sillily,&lt;br /&gt;LT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-4806607002795033166?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/4806607002795033166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=4806607002795033166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4806607002795033166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4806607002795033166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-we-got-our-name.html' title='How we got our name'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-7120778591293629985</id><published>2007-11-28T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:12:10.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>The Triceratan League&lt;br /&gt;Founded by ST &amp;amp; LT on 27 November 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Members up till this date: 4 confirmed&lt;br /&gt;LT&lt;br /&gt;ST&lt;br /&gt;Yan Ling&lt;br /&gt;Voony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-7120778591293629985?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/7120778591293629985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=7120778591293629985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7120778591293629985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/7120778591293629985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-4663347153785219042</id><published>2007-11-28T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:00:52.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>launchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;heyhey ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;haha triceratan is a cool name lolx ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;being silly is our trademark^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;therefore this post is proclaimed as silly =.=""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~voony signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*bounce bounce*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-4663347153785219042?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/4663347153785219042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=4663347153785219042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4663347153785219042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/4663347153785219042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/11/launchy.html' title='launchy'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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-2446015798776251561.post-8361322418679236895</id><published>2007-11-28T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:43:24.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Launch of the Triceratan League</title><content type='html'>GDAY MATES&lt;br /&gt;We are launching the Triceratan League, for people who love being silly, admit they are silly, and are proud of being silly. That's the way to enjoy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446015798776251561-8361322418679236895?l=triceratan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/feeds/8361322418679236895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2446015798776251561&amp;postID=8361322418679236895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8361322418679236895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446015798776251561/posts/default/8361322418679236895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triceratan.blogspot.com/2007/11/launch-of-triceratan-league.html' title='Launch of the Triceratan League'/><author><name>Triceratan League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443355133405937718</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>
