Julia+L's+Memories

Hong Kong’s T own Hong Kong was usual enough; it had A pond, a house, my relatives, some ducks Down the path, and even a sunset.That makes the sun look like a painting. My mum, my auntie and I Did what people do- nattered in the tepid House, pranced to my grandfather happily, provided food To the greedy ducks that swan tiredly In the crystal, clearpond, Observing the gleaming sunset, dozed or chatted Doing nothing important. Inspired By James K Baxter My T-shirt Poem My T-shirt is from Takapuna Beach, Catching thing shrimps that wriggle and squirm around. Playing with a last flying frisbee along the short, green grass. Reading my fascinating book under the bright sun, I had a remarkable holiday.

My Hut Building huts at my friends house is an amazing way of passing the time on dark, stormy days. For building our hut we needed some light sheets, a sofa, chairs and a swing-chair. When we were building our hut my nosy brother came and I asked him if he wanted to help. Not surprisingly he said "No."I don't even know why I asked him so I carried on. Firstly, we moved the sofa towards the swing-chair. Then we put some feathery light sheets on top of the swing-chair and sofa. We barricaded the entrance with a chair so my brother couldn't come in. We left a small gap to watch television. We even brought some food in. Once we were bored of television, we started to play Monopoly. With fluffy pillows that we leaned on, the game began. As Monopoly started to get impossible, we nattered about what we should do next. Soon our hut felt intruded by none other than my annoying brother. "Can I come in?" "No." "Please." "No, you didn't help." This conversation carries on until my friend's parents said "ENOUGH!" The shock of her parents' voices made us freeze. As my brother left to do his own things,we brought in some colouring books and carried on colouring until my parents set out to pick us up. The Challenge Stomp, stomp, squelch. Stomp, stomp, squelch. Stomp, stomp, bang! Head first into the massive oak tree. I was doing cross country, one of the most tedious events of the year.

Ever since I started the race I had always felt nervous. I was nervous of not finishing the race. I also didn’t want to come last. Then after awhile the feeling of nervousness wore off and the feeling of giving up came in. Luckily I finished the race (with pride and mud all over me). The worst part of cross country was tripping on concre te (which left me with a small injury), afraid of slipping and banging into the large tree twice! Fortunately I did not give up.

Then, I was finally near the finish line. I could hear other people huffing and puffing just as loud as me, I could see people already done so I used the last bit of my energy and crossed the FINISH LINE! Discus media type="custom" key="20886486" There I was. Throwing my discus. Sadly watching it wobble. Until it landed on the ground. I, Julia L, threw a discus. Before I threw my discus, I gripped it tightly. Then I started transferring my weight by bending my legs close to the ground, again and again and again. I practised pretending to let it go. Making sure I had a nice straight arm. I aimed furiously at the end of the field. Then, I released it. I noticed my discus stagger in the air before it crashed into a patch of mud from the ground. But I have to say, I think it was much better then my first attempt. The Place Of Depress A nd Sorrow Many People are ambling into a graveyard as the sly trees waved hello. No-one is able to smile at all. They’re watching others weep mournfully and they can see millions of stones placed above the undergrowth. The constant sobbling of people is quite unbearable like the screech of a bird. As the drizzle trickled down peoples’ foreheads, a powerful gust starts to blow. The mothers’ are trying to hide their ashamed faces as if they were hiding a present. It’s silent, no-one wants to speak a word. The world is as miserable as can be but as least the sun is finally out, tring to comfort you as beloved one s pass away. The sun is our prospect to a happier word of tomorrow. Cultural Day

I rambled into the colourful school as my brother consistently carried my bubble tea to class. As I entered my classroom, I immediately needed shades as it was unbelievably bright. All kinds of different costumes surrounded me. Room 7 waited, and waited and waited... for lunch time as it was the most exciting event of the afternoon. But at least it was time for the parade. When I was parading around I heard cheering laughter filled my ears. The time has come for lunch!!! Food... everywhere... besieging me. They were mouth-watering spring rolls, delicious and healthy kimbabs, banana leaved bibingka and the pavalova that melted delightfully in my mouth. It was a day of happiness. A day to never forget.

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