tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67659990611596236702024-03-13T17:11:06.724+13:00Sosaia This is a record of my learning from my time at Pt England School.PES Blog Gmailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430434432980030044noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-13064842589995429672012-12-11T15:26:00.000+13:002012-12-11T15:26:42.340+13:00AustrailiaFlying in the plane was so boring. We didn't even had anything to do.Only look outside at the white clouds. i took 3 hours and 55 minutes. I thought it was going to be short because it is the nearest country. As we reached, I knew something. It was my first time in Australia. I was my lucky day and a sad day. No friends.<br />
<br />Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-36639513903350665312012-11-27T12:49:00.000+13:002012-11-27T12:49:11.337+13:00About Me <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-58690702053716170192012-11-23T12:55:00.001+13:002012-11-23T12:55:24.160+13:00Manaiakalani<span id="internal-source-marker_0.6185168518245702" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">WOW!!!
I can’t believe that the Minister of Education came to our school
yesterday. Thank you our parents for paying money every single week, I
really like having a Net Book. Mum and Dad is so kind to us because they
love me.</span><br />
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is a really famous thing that helps kids which has NetBooks. It also
helps with the wireless so that we can share our work with the world. I
really enjoy working with Netbooks but I just wish I could learn to look
after it properly.</span>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-25880844223455283882012-11-21T10:20:00.001+13:002012-11-21T10:33:23.778+13:00 Futruristic Toy<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="215" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/53892369?badge=0" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="383"></iframe> <br />
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As you know that we are learnig about Toy Story. Our animation is about a toy that I made up that it might be invented in the futrue. My animation is about a car that you can fly around without gas. It is called The Flyer Nyer.
Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-68175912958318765332012-11-20T10:20:00.003+13:002012-11-20T10:20:39.634+13:00My Film Festival Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.2985556158237159" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After that 3 years later, I thought that there won’t be any one because they were already old. Nek Minute it was really funny. Five men dancing were really funny. I noticed something at the end. Every single person looks just the same but older.</span></b></div>
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<br />Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-28524492631854639682012-11-15T14:48:00.000+13:002012-11-15T14:48:27.300+13:00Brush your Teeth.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-6845708948215698112012-11-15T09:53:00.000+13:002012-11-15T09:53:00.530+13:0050 word story of The Test<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="215" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/53381100?badge=0&autoplay=1&loop=1" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="383"></iframe><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9812474825871216" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /> <a href="http://pesmrb.blogspot.co.nz/2012/11/the-test.html" target="_blank"> Here is their movie</a></span><br />
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Room 18’s movie was really funny. It was all about their maths test. It
started really quiet. But then..... They started chucking papers
around. They were distracting other people, and even calling each other
on mobile phones. Their teacher was busy on his laptop. “Test Finish”,
the teacher said.</span>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-38383408954797238042012-11-14T08:30:00.000+13:002012-11-14T08:30:01.011+13:00Today My Life Begins<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/53360269" width="500" height="281" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe>
My friends and I made this movie for the Manaiakalani Film Festival. Our whole class had the chance to make a movie. We had to plan, prepare, film and edit all by ourselves. Our class had our own film festival to select the best two, to be shown at the Manaiakalani Film Festival.
Here is my group's entry!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-5741502812236350772012-11-13T10:00:00.000+13:002012-11-13T10:00:18.078+13:00Scary Doll<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Aw0uORumRts" width="360"></iframe>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 40px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">ALMA</span></div>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Without
a care in the world, a small girl skipped through the narrow
cobblestone alleyway. Alma had been told to write her name on the town
blackboard. When you are 9 years old you have to write your name on this
blackboard. It was a traditional thing in this village. Alma wrote on
the blackboard. A..L..M..A.. Hearing an old machine working behind her,
she turned around in surprise. She saw a doll that looked exactly like
her. </span><span style="background-color: yellow; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Staring
at the doll, Alma wiped the frost that had gathered on the shop window
to get a better view of the doll. The doll disappeared silently. She
crept over to the door. Alma thrust her hand out and pulled down the
handle. It was locked. Angrily she walked away and grabbed a snowball
and threw it to the door.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Walking
away from the shop, suddenly the door flew open. Alma turned around
with excitement, and ran to the door. Taking a step in to the shop, Alma
looked around. Everything looked so threadbare. Looking around, Alma
saw the doll on a table. Peering at the identical looking doll, she
stumbled towards it, one step at a time. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Suddenly,
she heard something. Alma looked down, and saw a little toy on the
floor. It was a boy pedaling a tricycle. Alma put the bike upright, and
it cycled circles around her, then over to the door. BANG! It closed
just in front of him. The boy kept on cycling forwards, slamming into
the door over and over again. He looked as if ….....</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Alma
looked around, and wondered where the doll had gone. It had disappeared
again. She then saw it again, on the shelf next to other dolls.
Climbing the sofa underneath her, Alma was ignorant of everything but
the doll that looked like her. As she was reaching up for the doll, all
the other dolls moved their eyes and followed her. But Alma didn’t
notice anything.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">When Alma’s hand touched the doll, there was a </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">ZAP!!</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
Her whole life flashed before her eyes. Alma looked around. She
couldn’t move. She couldn’t smile. She couldn’t do ANYthing but look
around and breathe, which became heavy. Then everything made sense. The
boy on the bike (which was still slamming into the door over and over
again) WAS trying to escape, and all the other dolls were trying to warn
her, but they could only look around. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">In horror, Alma saw the next doll wheel up.....</span>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-23475589892820522812012-11-13T09:47:00.000+13:002012-11-13T09:47:06.631+13:00First Day of Swimmimg<!-- This version of the embed code is no longer supported. Learn more: https://vimeo.com/help/faq/embedding --> <object height="281" width="500"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=53359417&force_embed=1&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=00adef&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=53359417&force_embed=1&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=00adef&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="360" height="215"></embed></object>
<span id="internal-source-marker_0.9741477561366099" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">With
a lovely morning, Room 13 waited out the pool, I imagined how cold it
would be.With a great loud voice, Ms King shouted, “Hop inside the pool
one at a time”.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Marching
into the pool, everyone started shivering. We all started with a great
morning. Kicking through the water, I heard, “Stop, Look, and Listen”. I
started to be silence. Only the wind was making noise.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We
started with kicking. It was fun. Next we kicked with the boards.
Kicking up and down, we stopped. Staring at Ms King, she grabbed the
noodles.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I
did not know what to do with it. The only thing I knew was floating. Ms
King threw it two each group of three. We started to paddle and paddle
and paddle. We were use to it.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Finishing
the morning was the best. Two minutes of free time. Boys wanted to play
against girls. There was only 4 boys so that wasn’t fair. Anyway we won
the challenge of splashing the water the highest.</span>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-91759997083003518422012-10-24T10:31:00.000+13:002012-10-24T12:16:52.930+13:00Narrative of the Beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="internal-source-marker_0.9359706442626632" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Hi
my name is Joshua, I have a little sister, my mum and my dad. My dad is
a nurse. Today we have a bbq at Point England Beach. It is a sunny day
so we are all going with our stuff and togs.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We
got there so early. I ran and changed. While changing inside the
toilet, I heard a big sound of music. The song was not that bad.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Splashing
into the water, I heard a voice that sounds like my mum. “Get back here
Joshua”, She shouted, while changing my baby’s nappy. “Can you wait
Mum? I’ll come when I am bored”. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Running
to the rock, something bad happened.I try to stop but I slipped onto a
real hard rock, it felt like gold. I cried and cried and cried. I
didn't even stop.“MUMMY MUM!!!”, I cried with my big lump on my head.Mum
was right. I should have some rest. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I
saw Mum's feet walking towards me. “What happened?”, she said with a
really smooth voice. “I don’t know, I just ran then I slipped”, I said
nervously. I thought she was going to give me a hiding. But she didn't. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Mum
grabbed me and took me to our car. “Let’s go home”, she said while
dumping me into the back. I was still wet but she did not care. We left.
Just because my dad works at the Auckland hospital, my head was not
well. I told him what had happened.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I had to go to the hospital. The next day it was alright for me to go back home to my family. Yay. </span>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-45317152092169362052012-10-19T10:44:00.000+13:002012-10-19T10:44:10.228+13:00Trick or Treating Narrative<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.06337988935410976"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After a good night of trick or treating, we went home. Counting my lollies, my annoying brother snatched the bucket. But luckily I held on the bucket so tight. “Give it back”, I aggressively said. He replied with a bunch of lollies in his mouth, “It’s not yours”. While arguing, we heard mum coming. We didn’t care. “GIVE IT BACK”, I said while snatching the bucket to my side. “GO TO BED”!!! shouted our mum. “ And give those lollies to your older brother”, continued mum. </span></b>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-19622203463345322332012-10-18T18:02:00.000+13:002012-10-18T18:42:16.058+13:00Smoking Not Our Future<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: cursive;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><b>\ </b></span></span><b id="internal-source-marker_0.7673489740118384"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> People are all about being cool. They smoke because of that reason and because they are influenced by their friends. But they do it without looking into the future. Smoking causes health problems, it can affect how you look and can waste your money.</span></b></div>
<b id="internal-source-marker_0.7673489740118384"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Smoking is not a good idea because it could cause many health problems. It is known that there are 4000 chemicals that are put into every cigarette. Smoking gives you a higher chance of dying, in fact 4500 people die in NZ every year. For pregnant women smoking is also very bad for the unborn baby.</span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cigarette is a also very expensive habit. In shops the price of cigarettes are $15 for one packet. It could cost you $105 a week if you smoke a pack a day. This could also cost thousands of dollars a year. If you are wondering why the government lets people sell them, it’s because he gets a lot of money for each box of cigarettes that is sold. This is because the government has to spend lots of money on the health problems from smoking.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><b id="internal-source-marker_0.7673489740118384"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Smoking can also affect the outside of your body. It makes you look old. I watched a video, where there was a man interviewing a lady who looked as old as my grampa. But she wasn't. She looked like she was in her 40’s while my grandpa was in his 80’s. Which is half the age she looked like.</span></b><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I really think that teenagers shouldn’t start smoking. Even if people in your family smokes I’d advise you to don't start. It is a really strong thing. Once you start you can get addicted to it. So the best idea is to keep away.</span></b>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-49753291149965635762012-10-15T10:50:00.000+13:002012-10-15T10:50:31.359+13:00Toy Story Wordle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Room 13 has had a fun assembly. Our title is Toy Story. Just like the movie. Well, this morning our class has come up with a bunch of ideas of what you think a toy is. I think it is something you play with. When we have done writing we copy and paste it on Wordle. My favorite toy is LEGO. <a href="http://www.wordle.net/create" target="_blank">Here is a link for you to have a try with WORDLE.</a>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-40628693275611921612012-09-26T10:37:00.001+12:002012-09-27T10:39:23.336+12:00Ninja Mouse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.7088718272279948"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once upon a time, there was a mouse named Frank. Frank was a real mini ninja. His mission was to recover the lost cheese of LeRat. He was working for his poor dad Paula. They had no money or food, so Frank decided to be a HERO.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next day, he looked up on the internet as to where to find LeRat. LeRat was the place where the cheese was. It said that it was near Bishop’s shed. Bishop was a little bad superhero. “Ohhhh”, said Frank. Frank the ninga already met with Bishop. But Bishop ran away.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next morning, Frank heard Bishop’s voice. HAHAHAHA. He looked outside. Bishop was ran holding Frank’s girlfriend. Running down the stairs, Frank rushed outside. The enemy Bishop hopped in his Ferrari and went off. Frank sat in his Bugatti and boosted of to the red Ferrari.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They both arrived in Bishop’s shed. Frank never knew where he was. He started sneaking through the living room. BOOM. Something went down. It was a cage. It snapped a little bit of his hair. “Hahahaha, who do I have here”, a deep voice said. I sounds like Bishop. “Whos here” Frank said. There was no reply.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Frank forgot he had a mini gun. He took it out of his bag and shot the cave. There was a hole at the cave. Finally he was out. He started to sniff through the way. He ended up in the toilet. There was the cheese.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He arrived in. He stopped outside the door. Frank grabbed a hammer from his pocket and threw it on the toilet. Nothing happened. He took one step inside. His arm came out of his pocket, and grabbed the cheese and runned away. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was nearly home. He noticed he forgot his bugatti. When Frank arrived home his family hugged him with their love. That night they told stories and live happy till they were old. Real Old.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></b>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-78958673410506674452012-09-18T09:15:00.004+12:002012-09-18T09:31:48.107+12:00Playing Basketball<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVVBpzV9HwQ/UFeWJ9bMwFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/xLdgWhQ3clc/s1600/Icsdhjbz.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVVBpzV9HwQ/UFeWJ9bMwFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/xLdgWhQ3clc/s200/Icsdhjbz.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5789260943859695698" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKlRjik4GJ4/UFeWJbo6hAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cHAM8sSXHMc/s1600/TAi.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKlRjik4GJ4/UFeWJbo6hAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cHAM8sSXHMc/s200/TAi.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5789260934790415362" /></a><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Walking down to the caught, I was really excited to play basketball. Do you like basketball? I do. Bouncing the up and down, I </span>realized that I wasn't going fast enough. </span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>"When are we going to do our shooting in the hoop", I asked our coach. Our coaches name was Tai and another person. I didn't know his name. So I called him Mat.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Finally we were up to our shooting. Running and bouncing the ball, it was time to shoot. Yay. I got it in. At the end of our warm up, we had a FUN game. I was number one. We had to run and get the ball, and start to bounce and shoot. I had to in. BUT... Sadly we lost. Poor our team. It was still fun.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div>Running back to our classroom, it was time for our lunch. I wonder what sport we are doing next term?</div>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-79432193603634067102012-09-14T12:12:00.001+12:002012-09-14T12:14:50.644+12:00Funny Movie<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33822223?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="500" height="281" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe> <p>This is a funny video. If you watch it 100 times, you can still laugh. Just enjoy.</p>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-33486481497222604692012-09-13T14:40:00.002+12:002012-09-13T15:00:20.166+12:00Thai Fish Cakes<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8oIo1wXHL0/UFFMHF8VoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/PXYnCxb4As4/s1600/IMG_0498.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8oIo1wXHL0/UFFMHF8VoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/PXYnCxb4As4/s200/IMG_0498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5787490680885846050" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Have you ever tasted or made Thai Fish Cakes. Point England did well, but sadly we never came first place. It was so easy because we never had to chop anything, but the other groups had to chop chop all day.</span></span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"> My</span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;">favorite</span><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> part of the process is me Iisa cooking the Thai on the pan. It looked really nice. At home I want to cook it, But we don't have the right ingredients. Even I might already forget the ingredients.</span></span>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-4498761102575360472012-09-12T10:05:00.003+12:002012-09-12T14:48:32.961+12:00My 50 Word Story<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qjr53X-pAck/UE_36g2mPfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Xh_O3wlvARM/s1600/4y5xdv.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qjr53X-pAck/UE_36g2mPfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Xh_O3wlvARM/s200/4y5xdv.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5787116630817783282" /></a><br /><b id="internal-source-marker_0.5026977467350662" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: medium; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Flags up in the air, Richard smiled proudly. Winning the 100m sprint, is easy for Usain but not him. Celebrating for his country, he waved the flag up in the air. Even though he his happy outside, Richard is even happier in the inside. 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He is a </span><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 19px;"><span>Jamaican</span></span><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> runner who competes in the 200 </span><span style="text-align: left; "><span><span style="line-height: 19px;">meters and 100 meters. He has 14 medals. Just a bit smaller than Usain Bolt's. Blake's best score for 100 meters is 9.69. His best on 200 meters is 19.26 seconds. His 200 meter is the second worlds record. Usain is just beating him. </span></span></span></div>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-78492564842434004992012-09-11T17:21:00.002+12:002012-09-11T17:37:05.317+12:00Shalom Leaving<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tw20nWxTzoc/UE7N31eYmxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IHtTb4P2oGA/s1600/Shalom.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tw20nWxTzoc/UE7N31eYmxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IHtTb4P2oGA/s200/Shalom.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5786788930348686098" /></a><br /><span >RING<span style="font-size: 100%;">!!! Went the bell. Walking outside the door, I </span>remembered that Shalom was leaving. I was about to leave without saying GOOD BYE. So I decided to go back and say bye. He was leaving to Australia. At Sydney. </span><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >As I went back, I saw him walking. I ran and said "Bye". I was about to cry. I try not to. It will be embarrassed. So I started to walk with him to my sister and his brother.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Walking to our older sister and brother, he said if I want some hot dogs. I said that he should go with it to the plane. He said Nah. So he gave some to me. And Brandon.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Nervously walking out the gate. I felt real sad. "BYE SHALOM", I shouted. He turned around and wave. Walking and thinking, I thought that it will be a disaster. WE MISS YOU SHALOM!!!</span></div>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-31549842705726986562012-09-10T09:54:00.003+12:002012-09-10T10:03:11.706+12:00Tommy Kapai Wilson<div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lSyEghBU9w/UE0SBgQVXLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/JZmlTzb3u0k/s200/Screenshot-7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5786300913288567986" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GeB_oJh1YiQ/UE0Q8WsY_YI/AAAAAAAAAYc/naCAxYbm0ys/s1600/Tommy.png" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GeB_oJh1YiQ/UE0Q8WsY_YI/AAAAAAAAAYc/naCAxYbm0ys/s200/Tommy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5786299725310918018" /></a><b id="internal-source-marker_0.9833954980131239" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: medium; "><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Meeting in the hall, I saw a man. Who’s him. I don't know him. Finally it was the mans time to do whatever he want’s to do. “Kiora”, My name is Tommy Kapai Wilson”, He said bravely.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> On the projector was a photo of him. Wow. I think he’s FAMOUS. Wait a minute. There is a book we have been talking about. It is called Kapai The Kiwi. Maybe he is the author for that book.Am I dreaming. This is AMAZING. I can’t believe that a famous author has come to our school.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">“Putta Boom Boom”, he said. we started laughing. Hahahahahaha. He taught us 5 lessons. The first thing he said to make 10 people smile everyday. I turned around to my mate. Smile. He smiled. “Yay, I did one person smile. He said if someone does something bad, try to forgive them.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">What is going to be the next lesson. “Wars and violence is dumb”. I thought he was right. Wars are dumb. Everybody is born with a gift. Thinking in my head, I was thinking what was the gift. And finally he said. SMILE.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Rich people has everything, but in life they have nothing. I thought about that. At the end of his talk, he read one of his favourite books he made. It was about a true story. There was a lady who met princess diana before she died.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Tommy went and interview her. When Tommy finished. He thought he would write a story about her. So he did. He started to write and think. He read the whole book to us. He even Gave some of his books to us.</span></b>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-86573582711165573122012-09-06T11:41:00.001+12:002012-09-06T11:41:59.728+12:00The Enormous Crocodile<b id="internal-source-marker_0.15202259737998247" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Once upon a time there were two crocodile. One Enormous crocodile and one not so big. “Mmmm!!! I’m hungry”, said the enormous crocodile. I really like stuff with legs, arms, toe nails and feet. HUMAN BEINGS.</span></p><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">He started to leave. “WAIT”, said the not enormous crocodile said. “Why?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">“Because their bitter, their tough and they have babysitters, their fast you’ll come last and---”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">“What’s with the song?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">“I don’t know>”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">“.........”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">“.........”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">“You’re not cool. I’m leaving”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">“Goodbye!”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">“Shut up.”</span></p><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0pt 9pt 0pt -18pt; "><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> Swimming through the river, the enormous crocodile sneaked up to a big fat hippopotamus. He crept up to him. UKKK. GOBBLE GObblE GobblE. The enormous croc bit hippo’s leg. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, the big Hippo screamed in agony. </span></p><div><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></div></b>Sosaiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071814319444119090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765999061159623670.post-50711690123664486672012-09-05T10:35:00.003+12:002012-09-05T10:59:00.120+12:00Paralympics<span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Wow!!! The Paralympics is so amazing!! My </span>favorite<span style="font-size: 100%;"> Paralympics is the blind folded football. </span>Isn't<span style="font-size: 100%;"> they amazing. 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