Thursday, 26 March 2009♥
He ♥ SPONGBOB!
A hundred dollars is a lot of money to me.I havehandledso much many before.I wonder when I wouldget it.Perhaps,I could get it bydoing work during the school holidays or, perpahps,win it in a contest.
Well, what I do if I had $100? First of all I would buy a pearl neckles for $20.It would be a gift for my mother in appereclation of what she does for me. She takes care of my needs.So I guess it would be an expensive pencil box costing about $10 with three compartments. I would really treasure it. It would be a lasting one.
Now I would contribute $20 to charity, for it is a plesure for me to give to others who are much more in need of help.I have food,shelter and clothing and loving parents buut the poor children
at the orphanage do not have all thse things.Then I would hold a small gathering for my poor neighbours and give them a treat.
I would save the rest in a rest in a saving bank.it would be a good ideato start saving;though its a small amount it could be a start. With effort i could save more later on and might comein useful in later times of need.
Therefore, if i had $100 it would be a joyy for me and others,for it would help to bring happiness to many otheer too. I feel that I would spend my money wisely.
Tuesday, 24 March 2009♥
He ♥ SPONGBOB!
Hello I have some poem.
the itchy back
what do you suppose the turtle does
In a house he can't unlatch
When he has an itch
upon his back
That he cannot reach to scratch
now I want to write a story!!!!!
exercise A buildind Vocab
1)when you have an itch, you feel ____________________ tired,ecxited, irritated,disappointed)
you may type the answer on my shout box
WARning!!!!!!!!!)you must hang in on 26 march the day is
Thursday
Warning!!!!!!!!!) Dont tell answers to your friend!!!
I promisse i will write some post
Tuesday, 17 March 2009♥
He ♥ SPONGBOB!
A haunted House
The house was on a loney deserted road leading to the Jungle. It was an old -storied house.
The house was very old,perhaps a hundred years old. It needed badly a new coat of paint. The building was dilapidated.I had heard that no one dared to buy orr rent the house.The owner was trying to get rid of it.i walked towards the house.I decided to have a look at it as I thought,perhaps,I could rent it, or my friends and I could stay there for a month on holidays.I finally reached the house.I felt a little scared. I thought I was being silly and imaginative.As I entered a room I heard laughter and suddenly a heavy object fell near me. It missed me by a few centimeters but it scared the life out of me. I heard a door creaking upstairs as if it was being opened slowly.Then my dog which had been barking all the while now became silent.I heard the heavy thud of walking feet.suddenly, I heard the banging of doors and falling of objects upstairs althouugh there was not the slightest hint of a breeze. Fear gripped me and I dared not move. All sorts of frighting thoughts crossed my mind.I was scared stiff. Then I decided to flee. I turned back and fled. I ran as fast as I could. I bumped into an old man who had a hunched back and whoseteeth were sticking out. He was laughting. I ran on screaming. I went to my friend's house told them about it.they told me to calm down. we decide not to rent the place anymore.
