Category Archive
The following is a list of all entries from the writing category.
Such a Colour As Me Poem
Such a colour as me means a whole amount of thingsA world we live in, bursting with grins, jumps of joy and relief in the eyes of those who feel freedom nesting among their limbs, heart and soul “Just Relax!” the swaying glossy sea of grass chants“Relax!!!” the wind whistles in your ears if you listen close enough
Their tune echoes in your memory for long, it dances whimsically in your heart
You shall forget the days of melancholy, anger, and sadness
Seeping through you will only be the illumination of courage and joy… a long life you’ll live perfectly
It feels like a comfy, warm cloak made of fields of grass concealing the icy chill of the day from you, hushing you to sleep with a lullaby when you are having nightmares It smells like a satisfying fragrance erupting from the prettiest flower, peppermint lingering on your breath, your neck, dissolving on your tongue…it reminds me of the peppermint chewing gum I chew till the salt disappears
Peace and quiet, only your hesitant breathing sounded. It will make you cool, calm and collected in this relaxed atmosphere There would be no special word for its appearance, but I tell you it is like a whispering Oak Tree, singing comfortingly to you in an indescribable language you’ll regret you don’t understand but it makes you close your eyes, dream of heaven, with a beam drawn over your face
This colour is bright, not yellow
But full of might
You may see this colour part of an apple or tree
Why don’t you guess it, a favour for me? T
hink to yourself: Hmmm, I wonder, what colour could it be?
When you’re done let me know soonIn your comment, guess the colour, some time around noon (If you guess it at Noon, you’ll have better luck!)
There are many clues to decipher…
Me and the Future Me
As me now, I go to school, sit and study AND blog, write, read normal everyday student activities. But I work hard and put lots of effort into my work because I know if I don’t my future will be an empty and filthy sack of useless life, with no education, no pathway to tread along. But if I work hard I know I will have a good future when I grow.
Before I start this post, I would like to say that Anand gave me the idea to write it, so thank you Anand. The rest of you: Stephie and Leecie, wait and see, soon the post you’ve told me to write of I will write about.
He asked me to write up a post about what I want to be when I grow up and here is what i have come up with: Me, is the normal me, which I have talked about above, the future me is concealed behind a veil, I cannot see through it and what my fate will lead me to. I hope to be when I grow up…. a wonderful Kids Author as part time,publish many extraordinary books that win many awards. Why?: Simply because lots of teachers have viewed my writings and stories, enjoyed them thoroughly and said I “have to be a writer”. They recognise superb talent in my tales and say that I should write stories of my own, as writing has always been one of my hobbies, I agreed; I love scribbling down stories and so I’d really like to be an author one day as a part time job….
My almost-full time job would have to be probably a children’s doctor. Why?: Because the fact that everyday someone dies and gets injured is shocking, if I become a doctor I could help the kids that need my help, save lives and be the kind of doctor that is gentle, decent, fair and friendly kind and the kind of doctor that kids would beg their mothers to take them to. I just want to be there for those who need help, all those with sicknesses and fevers, headaches, stomach aches, vomiting business etc and rescue people from savage ends…
A Naming
Clutching the soft ball of fur gently in her prickly arms, Sasha cried out with excitement. This was to be her child, how excited she was! Though how dazed she was too, exhaustion after this tiring process she ought to take a nap. But something nagged at her to be answered, something hidden deep inside her dusty head.
“Ahhhh, Philip my dear, what shall we call him? Tell me what?” she muttered, her swelled eyes already fluttering, as if crazy fans flapping around cooling a family down.
“The child, let me see……,” pausing glued to his thoughts, unable to speak until he identified a name, and irritated if interrupted. ” WE shall call our son…,” a name was so difficult to materialize, he just wouldn’t make out that name.. it was concealed, just by the tip of his tongue, it wouldn’t flush out!” We’ll call him…
” That is perfect dear, oh am I lucky to have you, my hero, saved the Name-disaster! Now I guess I must…..,” so she broke offand slumped in her mattress in the poorly lit room, unaware of her husband’s direct stare at his crying son, figuring a smart way to stop him weeping. His eyes met his sons, and the little boy seized his cries, for some time, gazing through the galaxy of stars through them, a certain magical string tugging them together, leaving them unable to let go. As much as Philip tried, it wouldn’t work and he’d find himself attracted to the sorcery of his son’s eyes widely open and galring at him, the glare of some one trying to work out where they are, stuck in the middle of nowhere, a soft breeze blowing their hair through their eyes.
Before Philip could pronounce the name, Sasha had thought he had, fallen asleep and left him lying there. His brain full of names and words, searched and searched and searched, finally coming to a decision. Grinning madly from ear to ear, propping his glasses in place, he said it, and about time too,” I will call you, my dearly son, my blood my soul, my heart, every piece of me. I will name you…. Hartley, my dear gracious son, may this name stick to you from this second on!!
Silly ME!
I watched, entertained in my spot on the floor at home, my flat, about 8 years ago when I was 4. My new born sister, Norma, was helplessly crawling out of the window sill, eagerly waiting to see what would lay beneath, not knowing it would be death. My mother had recently given birth to her,maybe 5 months ago. Currently,. the entire family, except my little sister Diala who wasn’t born yet, were seated famished in the kitchen gobbling a few strips of hot chicken.
Norma, little baby version of course, was started to crawl down slowly bit by bit and i just stood there watching in awe. It was like a movie to me, if she fell i’d still have the same expression. Nothing mattered to me as gradually she slid down, now only her red and swelly feet dangling from the window pane in joy, not a single thought of the painful end that would soon crush her. And still, i stood enjoying the show! How silly of me! Just on the last second, as her body skidded down the window sill, my brave dad caught sudden sight of her when he strode out of the kitchen and, from about 10 metres away, jumped with no care of what would happen to him, and flew over to Norma, grabbing her by the sweaty singlet, which was managing to slip from his firm grip. But now nothing could stop him from saving her, with a “You are SO IN TROUBLE when I get Norma safely on the floor!!” that filled me with surprise, not noticing what i had done and filled me with fear of what pain I’d go through after Norma was happily crawling back on the carpet.
Hopefully grabbing her pushing and struggling body of pure fat and chubbiness, dad bent down, kissed her lovingly and left her seated on the floor smiling and tugging at her shirt. As for me, he still looked a bit disappointed, but left me be with a sharp glance. But before leaving me, before I’d sigh with utter relief, he ended the situation confidently and wisley with the ear-throbbing thunder scream of flowing letters with soon formed into good words and cascading furiously out of his mouth,” NEVER DO THAT AGAIN YOU HEAR NADINE? YOU JUST SAT THERE AND WATCHED YOUR SISTER WHO COULD HAVE BEEN DEAD IF I HADN’T GRABBED HER!!! LET THIS BE A WARNING! ONE MORE TIME OF THIS NONSENSE GOING ON IN MY HOUSE, YOU’LL SURELY REGRET YOU UNDERSTOOD?” he bellowed, sighting the dripping tears struggling through the maze of a face i had. When he realised I hadn’t answered, he screeched once more,” UNDERSTOOD?!” shaking me a soar look, impatiently waiting for my sad reply to tumble out.
“Yes Dad,” i muttered without looking up, upset and disappointed of the unmature reactions I’d given him.
“Good,” he paused, lowering his expression to a soft mumble,” now go to your room,” was the last that was heard as i obediently marched out of the location, head still bowed. And that was that but my father still had a point, if he hadn’t been there, my life would be completely different, and Norma would have not been alive. So i still had a feeling that dad was right and i was wrong, that i deserved a short hit for my unwise actions. This was remembered by me for my entire life time, even now as i write this. Readers, don’t blame him, after all, SILLY ME TO HAVE JUST STOOD THERE, eh?
Losing my Mother but Fighting Back! Episode 1
Sasha, mother whale, was eagerly releasing the baby whale from her womb. Sweat pouring over her eyes, she kept trying and going until she heard the final screeches of the child new born already. Puffing and huffing, just as soon as the baby was freed, the horror of getting it out suddenly disappeared along with it. Feeling proud and excited to be a mother finally, Sasha hugged and happily kissed her husband in 100% joyful mood.
” Congratulations Miss Sasha! You have a handsome son who really needs feeding right away!!” pronounced the doctor with a short but surprised grin of praise for the attractive new born child just born. The little light attached to his pale head shimmered as he studied his clip board with the events that had happened, scribbling bit by bit crazily down.
Hesitating, Sasha swerved her head towards Philip, her loyal husband dressed finely in a twinkling hat with a red bow tie wrapped solidly around the bowler hat, along with a diamond blue coat stretching helplessly up to his knees hiding a yellow plain T-Shirt glued strongly to his blubber, sweaty with fear that he might not do well with raising, and proud to have a son of his own finally. Surprise was engraved deeply in his heart, knowing that this was a bit too early to have a child of his own, but still jolly happy.
His metal black waving stick lay weakly in his hands, clenching tightly to it, as if not able to let go because of the amazement of becoming a father of a son he’d teach and work hard for, educate him as well as he could. This moment felt like, to him, and it would probably be top of the list, he was definitely to remember this for the entire of his life as a male whale.
” Oh thank you Mister Bubblebee, it means alot to us. Again I thank you for making this happen! Thank you thank you thank you!” fussed Mother Sasha restlessly, but fighting back all the muscle pain aching her entire body.
“No need for any more thanks miss, the pleasure is yours! Trust me, i feel honoured. Congratulations!!” cheered the doctor laughing a loud but hoarse laugh and bowing strongly in good reply. Ending it with a grin from ear to ear, he disappeared into the distant shadows of the darkness which swallowed him whole.
Here is a picture of Philip and Sasha in Highschool, just meeting and laying romantic eyes on each other.
To be continued…
Pictures from google
The Great Wave
Yahoo for once ART!!! 
Our class, The Allstars, have been doing some serious work on The Great Wave, by Hokusai, a skilled, creative Japanese artist. We each had to say at least ONE of the “I see, i think, i wonder” strategy. But my eager hands as usual forced me to write my 5 descriptive sentences.
Maybe you can all try using the strategy? You can gaze at the picture and think closely yourself! It would be lovely if you wrote one in your comment!! And also, this could be improving your writing skills, have a go!? So please, if you can tell me what you think of these imaginative sentences, it would be a great help!
But hold on a minute! I have a task for you!! 2 actually, so listen hard and work well. Good luck and i am hoping all of you could at least comment back with the task or place it on your blog! The task will end on the 23rd of May, Friday! Good luck all of you! And why, do you ask, am i doing this? Oh, just for you all to have good fun, and for educational purposes because I want this hopefully to improve your writing skills! I sound a bit like a teacher, OOOOOPS! EXCUSE THE FUSS!
Now for your first task, read underneath: 
- I see the monstrous wave thundering like an angry giant
I think it looks like a giant’s fist banging down firmly onto the sea because it is angry of them (sailors) getting too close. Afraid of its beautiful whales about to be killed, it bangs
I wonder if the poor sailors will survive? So your 1st task is: Write 1 or more descriptive sentences about the picture below. - In this way: I see….. I think….. I wonder…… in different paragraphs. You can follow the examples above and below to help you all!!!
- Here’s another one I came up with:
- I see the swirly, misty black sky
I think it resembles an evil mouth that is devouring happiness
I wonder what has caused it to be SO angry and bad?
- Hokusai is VERY talented and has a clear imagination. His pictures fill the cup in your mind with many thoughts!! Below is another one:
- I see the wooden tragic boats struggling for safety
I think they have been out on this dangerous voyage, risking their poor selves for their heartless king of No Kindness. They are escaping into the hungry depths of the ocean. But the Ocean is angry, furious after hearing the news of Whale Killing.
I wonder if it will give them mercy, let them travel helplessly to their unknown, maybe safe destination. This could be their last breaths, so they must use them wisely. I wonder what they will do next. IF they will survive, is a wonder to the sighter’s of this awe-strucking painting, but if i was the writer, i would let those upset sailors escape to a happy freedom. - This second task for all of you, look closely at the image, could you possibly see the hard working sail’s men and women in their about-to-sink-or-break boats? If you do, you will know what i mean in the 4th and 1st sentences about sailors! So this time, your test is to write something quite imaginative about them!
Take your time staring at the picture, think wisely of a creative sentence about the boat. Good luck again!
May the force ( of the Blog-o-sphere) be with you all, my friends!!! Enjoy and I am praying that you will all participate!
I Love my Mother for Who She Is!
I do, she means alot to me! She is the one that brought me into this world of adventures. Without her, I wouldn’t be experiencing what I am experiencing today. I want to thank her, and I want her to know, she means the world to me!”I love you mum!”
My mum has been sick with a heart problem and a sickness called: “Pneumonia” which has spoiled the rest of these days which I spent wondering if she’d live as long until I get married. I just want her to be there, looking into my glowing eyes of joy when I get married, with my beautiful silk white gown and make up. That is the most I would like her to live here in this world, if more, it would be fantastic!!! A miracle I would live up to forever, all my life. I was SO upset and felt like crying forever. But crying doesn’t help. It won’t solve anything! She stayed at the hospital for 5 days! When I had come back from school on Friday, looking forward to the Holidays, all you see, my brother comes up to me and says: “Mum’s in hospital!” Firstly I didn’t believe it, but then, it was true and all my holidays were spent as a bore!! After those 5 sad and lonely days, we found it SO hard to cook and make food. We felt so lonely and sad, there was no one to tell us good night, no one to tuck us in, no one to hug and kiss us, and no one to do the beds and everything else! But when she came back we were over the moon. That awful holiday taught me something special. It may be small, but it IS important. Small things have great meanings. It may be simple, but read it through and you will know it means a great deal: “I learned that losing a mum is harder than anything. If you are young and you lose your mother, you will not have a successful life. You will live a life of misery and regret and pain. You will cry until you breathe your last breath. You will not feel how it feels to lose a mum until you truthfully lose her, then when you do, it is too late to ever understand how much she means to anyone, especially you.” I made this saying up everyone. My own words. And so I will never forget that holiday!! My mum is improving if you ask, but still weak which makes my heart ache! And so, today, I will write about Mother’s day. HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL MUMS!!!! It was a great day on Mother’s Day!! I brought my mum a gorgeous shiny purple bracelet that she admired. My sister Norma brought her a lovely ring with the letter “R” on it! And Diala, my youngest sister, brought her a dashingly pretty golden earring shaped as oranges. I was so proud to see my mother SO happy and joyful! That is all I want and need her to be. I love her for who she is, not for how she looks like. To me, I care about the kindness deep inside. Not the looks which may be deceiving!! So I love her very much, endlessly, endless love I call it! I love her for who she is! You should too!
Who’s the Guest?
The guest is Rola. She is a friend I have made and we have decided to meet up every Saturday together at the Library and write posts together!
We are going to write some interesting and funny stories together starting from……… NEXT WEEK!
Stay Tuned!
Sandy had the Time of Her Life!!!
Sandy Had the Time of Her Life!!!
Music, dancing, eating and playing, everything you can POSSIBLY imagine! We ate cupcakes, lollies and had the time of our life.
You see, it was Sandy’s Birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDY!!!
Sandaig from Scotland had given her to us after Mrs Pericles had visited their school and handed them a kangaroo, they just knocked us down with the mysterious package they sent to us.
We were very nervous until…until…. SANDY APPEARED! We were grateful and so happy.
So now, we have a part of them and they have a part of us.
We all boogied down and rocked on! We dug into ice cream, not once, but twice. We were only allowed 2 scoops, and all you see, the whole class dug in and received as many scoops as possible!!!! Never, in the history of my life, have I ever eaten more than 2 scoops at school parties. WHAT A MIRACLE!!!!!
My class and I also came up with the nice idea that we would bring over a stuffed toy too! And Sandy’s house turned out to be FILLED with toys. Bears, ponies, dragons, cats, dogs, leopards and MANY more!!!
I carried my baby, black and white toy penguin! I call her Luna!
So, you get the idea don’t you?
In case you don’t know how Sandy looks like, here are some pictures of her and the party.
What do you think???
Do you have a stuffed toy in your class?
Has it made you want one?
President’s Place
Here’s a question i came up with:
What would you do if you were a president?
There are many answers! Can’t wait to hear yours, i could just imagine how you’d change the world!!
