The Struggle

Here is a prezi I made about my inquiry about Vietnam. Because for our topic at school we are learning about social Justice about different places in the world who have rights and who are not suppose to live in bad circumstances and have the right to be happy and be free in their lives.

Beautiful Landscapes! and Elephant Rides????!!!

Here is some photos of my family in Da Lat In Vietnam. We have been travelling around Vietnam from Tay Ninh to Saigon to Dong Thap to Da Lat. I was tired but here is some more photos!!

Please ENJOY!!!!!!!

Strange..?

Here are some photos of strange and everyday day life things they do in Vietnam.

AT DUSK...

No Sleep but Write

17/09/2017

I’m writing this in early dusk. I forgot to write about my day because I was weary and needed rest, but I suddenly couldn’t sleep because I could hear the steady snore from my father who sounds as if he was from Sleepy Hollow. Some hours I could hear doors creaking and echoes of footsteps on the solid floors. As I was writing, the paper was making crunching noises, worried because my mother would wake up whispering to me to go back to sleep. Suddenly, I heard someone open the door with its groaning noise like the sound of doors in a haunted mansion. I shut my torch down for a minute, sitting very still like a scarecrow under the blanket, hearing the mysterious figure close the groaning door slowly yet steadily, with the grip of its bare hands at the door handle leaving the door ajar.

As the door was left ajar, I could hear the footsteps echo then slowly fade to its distance. I suddenly realized that it was my younger sister creeping in and out trying to be like a sly cat scurrying at night but I could instantly hear her as she slowly closes the door with its creaking. She got back into bed with her blanket on waiting for me to do the same. I wanted to write some more but my mother promptly spotted me under the blanket with my torch on writing this. I turned off my torch, closed my book then closing my eyes until I was drifted to Sleepy Hollow, until the night driftly goes on. Waiting for the morning to rise...  

I wrote another story about what happened at night or you could call it dusk. It was when I couldn't sleep and that I heard strange mysterious noises at the fall of night.

My Cousins!! Wait what? Yeah they are!

Here is some photos of me and my sister and our 2 cousins in Vietnam. 

History and a little bit of fun

This slide is about my family a the Independence Palace and at the Vietnamese exercise Park!

SWIMMING IN VIETNAM! and many more!!!

Here is a lot of photos about me and Sara swimming in pools and spas. There are some photos of our cousins and some about Vietnamese traffic with a lot of.. MOTORBIKES!!

Is it Art? Or is it Messy?

Is it Art or is it Messy?                                     

Everyone should see paintings on walls in their area. But when you look at it do you think it is art that's over taking the plain use to be wall or is it just messy which people are doing making the environment look ugly .  I'm going to tell you in my own opinion what I THINK graffiti is. I know it can be messy. It can look ugly and very weird and dirty.

In my own opinion I think graffiti is art and messy. Because there might be a story behind someone’s picture. Someone who wants to express themselves who they are to the world. To  maybe show their talents. Imagine seeing a cross on the wall and someone just did it and you think to yourself that’s not such a bad picture after all.  Look at this one about music. Someone who loves music and drawing. Doesn’t that look cool! I’m just telling you that most of the graffiti looks amazing and that some might express themselves to show who they are! I know you have seen a lot of NASTY ones. The nasty ones look terrible too and it can take a long time just to clean the environment.

Furthermore I think graffiti is art that changes the world. For an example banksy. He had painted  some words on the walls for the public to see about NO WARS or You’re Never Too Young To Dream Big’. There are big bold words that are telling us something. Something like a warning sign. The people who draw or paint on the walls just show that the world is not what it is. Like banksy what I told you earlier. He wrote somethings on the walls. He did the paintings he did the drawings he did them all himself if you see the picture! But it also can be messy!! There a lot of big bold words that DON'T have a meaning at all! Just scribbles!!

Lastly, they cn be messy because it can be threatning to others and it can be a nonsense because some can be vile and terrible to see and it can get a lot of people to pay money just to clean the environment.
but that is the bad the good part is the people just wanted the walls to be colourful and not plain looking. It doesn’t hurt to see colour on walls. In those colours are hidden stories telling us what it is all about. Like the music picture I told you earlier. What is hidden behind that picture? What does it mean? Why is the person doing it ?  They just want to show the world what IS art. To them it must be Graffiti.

In conclusion the art graffiti is bold,colourful, shows a story behind it and is like a sign (and is messy). I think I should say graffiti is art and messy because what the person drew must have a meaning to it but messy because the just want our environment to look disgusting,messy and not likable. Those people who did disgusting things on the walls on the environment just grow up because it's not right! . For I know some of them a colourful,bright and bold and messy and grimy. For it is graffiti.

Planning

Hey everyone. I was looking through your blogs and I thought maybe I should do one too. You must have learnt to write a persuasive text about graffiti. I've seen graffiti before and I wanted to write one like everybody else. Maybe do a little bit of school work. 

Hungry

Please read my story. I hope you will enjoy it!

At a Restaurant

My family decided to go to a restaurant to eat dinner after our uncomfortable walk in the park. The restaurant wasn’t busy at that moment when we first arrived. But there were steam coming out of the kitchen that made me follow the delicious smell of food. We settled down at an appropriate size table with six of us in each wooden chairs. My Dad,Mum, my sister, my uncle my cousin and me. I watched the assistants move around us giving us one large chunk of ice that was like a big glistening crystal, sitting in one large glass. A kind lady asked us if we wanted drinks. I was surprised that Coke and Pepsi was available. I wanted coke. All of us except Dad wanted coke. They were all served in bottles but the glass was  for the coke so I undid the lid and poured the coke in the glass. It was bubbling and gurgling while I was sitting there, intrigued by the sound. A lady gave us straws. Later we had a look at the menu, and we chose a family size chicken dish. At that stage the chicken was alive, so the waiting time was thirty minutes. So in that time they had to kill the chicken and cook it. Dad did ask if it was a young one or an old one, and he was assured it was a young tender one that weighed two kilos. While we were waiting patiently  we had a fried rice dish which was superb, so we had that along with our drinks we ordered earlier. The rice was tossed with different herbs and was served with a collection of different sauces  and vegetables. Anyway, the chicken appeared out of nowhere. Some of it was fried and the rest of it was shredded and incorporated in a salad. We were there for about an hour and a half, around that time. Before we left, a group of 20 strange men  and one woman arrived at a long table next to us. They were very rowdy and we were told they had just finished work for the day and in doing so, they ended up very happy and content. There was a lot of noise and we were told there was nothing for us to be concerned about. Suddenly, with my own eyes as I looked up in the dusky sky there over the horizon, was a very orange moon which my dad thought looked like a mandarin. It was very orange like heated fire. In New Zealand we have a white glowing moon, but in Vietnam (hear is a fact) they have an orange moon because the earth’s atmosphere is unique at this time of year in this hot country. I thought it was VERY interesting so did my Dad (mind you he thinks LOL means Lovely Old Ladies and SOS means Silly Old Sod. But that’s another story). At the time it wasn’t funny but since I’ve been writing this story and laughing about it maybe it was...

THE END

Just Another Story

What I think Spring would be like back in NZ.

I have spent two weeks already in Vietnam. I have another three more weeks then I’ll be back in New Zealand. But my adventures will last in my memories. I would never forget about the happy,content and enjoyable times with my families. But I’ve already miss seeing spring for the first time in this year 2017. I have written a journal but I thought it was very good I wanted to share to all of you people around the world. Even though I’m far away, I can still share my learning with you and what I’ve been thinking,seeing and hearing. This is my fourth story I have written about my imagination about NZ and Vietnam. This is what I wrote:

Well what can we say. It will be spring back in New Zealand. Flowers would be blooming, and baby animals would be born and shown to nature and the creations of the world. Daffys or daffodils would grow white,orange and yellow like sunshine enjoying the cool spring breeze while the quiet wind would blow through them gently. Rain might come often and a little drizzle will rush down on the earth. Roses would start to quickly, yet steadily, grow and bloom presenting its magnificent colours with their strong and powerful,yet beautiful smell. Beautiful birds with their strong colours would fly freely in the air with their wings spread apart. With lush,fresh green grass, that’s what I think spring would be like back in NZ.

I thought it was very good. I hope you will too. Don’t be concerned, I’m getting use to the boiling weather in Vietnam. I’m looking forward to coming back to New Zealand to do my school work with everyone and showing what I’ve learnt in Vietnam. I’ll keep writing. It’s just my imagination of what I thought spring would be like in NZ.  

                                   My picture of a daffy I grew in google drawing.

                         (I know. It’s big but I tried.)

A True Story

This is a True Story about my sister when she had her troubles in Vietnam (and a little bit of me too) Please enjoy and I will be writing more! comment with something positive,thoughtful, and giving me a helpful feedback.

An  Experience with Ups and Downs

In this story I’m going to tell you about my younger sister Sara. She came with me, my mum and dad to Vietnam. Before we came to Vietnam my mother predicted that I will be the only child that gets very hot in the country because I’m a very warm person and she was right but, I wasn’t the only one who was REALLY hot in Vietnam. My sister Sara felt very hot when she first got out of the Ho Chi Minh airport (it’s in Vietnam). Her face was a cherry red burning on her skin and her eyes started  to glow into light brown that reflected the sun. She started to get sweaty and drips of sweat started to dribble down her face. She looked as if she was melting. But I don’t blame her. We were all tired and weary and worn out after our two-airplane-travels.In one airplane I had trouble breathing because of the air turbulence. I was very dizzy and felt like I was going to be sick.The assistant on the aeroplane gave me oxygen to breath in. I was lucky and survived. My sister on the other hand was Ok at that time but when we came to my Mum’s Mother’s house in Vietnam she started to get homesick. She missed her Grandparents very much and started to weep or cry. For I know there was sorrow,sadness in her that I tried to make her feel at home. It took a long time for my sister to get better. I know she was worn out,tired and exhausted even hot from the weather, but I know she can overcome her homesick like I did in the air turbulence up on the airplane.But thank goodness she was OK the next day. I gave her a hug and I was happy that we overcome our troubles and weakness. Right now my sister is good as gold. She always goes on the ipad watching Harry Potter  happily, while  I’m writing this true story.  But my adventures is not ending yet. I hope the whole time while we are in Vietnam Sara is OK and is always happy and is is always SMILING.