Wednesday, 13 November 2019

Where in the world am I?

The first photo is at a small South Pacific island in the northwest of Tahiti in French Polynesia. Surrounded by small islets and a turquoise lagoon protected by a coral reef and is known for its scuba diving.There are also  luxury resort destination where some bungalows are sitting over the water on stilts. At the center is Mt. Otemanu, a 727m dormant volcano.

Monday, 4 November 2019

Real or fake?

Due to all pollution climate change is ready in action, with Summer on its way Lemons are melting and Lemonades are out. 

Can you tell if these two pictures are fake??

Friday, 1 November 2019

Tuesday, 22 October 2019

Values of a good family

Being a part of an adventurous devoted and affectionate family helps brighten and maintain a healthy relationship with each other.

A families loyalty helps show firm and constant support with one another. This encourages an endless bond built within each other. An example of loyalty, is a person who stands by her friends side regardless of the bad and good times you've been through. Trustworthy is being able to be relied on as honest or truthful. Someone that is trustworthy deserves your trust and keeps their word.

Good families are an incorporatation of love and respect. Respect is a way of treating or thinking about another person. People respect others who are impressive such as being in authority. You show respect by being polite and kind and respecting other people's values. Respect shows a feeling of admiration for each other or showing something earned by their abilities, qualities and achievements. Family members feel loved and secure, love helps kids and parents gain trust with one another. Family love is a special love that comes with its unique feelings, behaviors, challenges and rewards. It is important to love because it gives people something to do, to hope for, to believe in and makes life worth living.

Family members sacrifice a lot of things to have the best for their siblings, cousins, children, aunts and uncles. Parents sacrifice time and sleep to take care of their families while kids may sacrifice their game time to hang out with their parents. Honesty helps to build trust, improve relationships and develop societies. Honesty is really important to live freely, happy and successful in life.

Being a family means you are part of something wonderful. Family are the people in your life who want you in theirs, the ones who accept you for who you are, love you no matter what and would do anything to see you smile. Your family is not an important thing, it's everything. There's no other love like the love you receive from your family, and finding people like them are hard to find so never take them for granted and appreciate them.

Monday, 14 October 2019

Tuesday, 24 September 2019

Treasure box

I woke up to the foul smell of burnt firewood. Miniature pieces of paper gently float across the town in the waves of the breeze. Frightened children hid behind buildings as soldiers march from one end to another. Buildings crumble one by one.

I cuddle beside my father, hoping that my mother is safe. I tighten my grip as soldiers ordered us out of our houses. Dad scurried into his closet and presents the old iron box that used to hold my mothers jewellery. Inside he placed his book, a book that he borrowed from the library before it crumbled and shattered into pieces of dust. I quickly examine the box and hold it towards my chest. I feel my father's presence brush up against my shoulder as his cold firm hands land on my shoulders, I gaze up at him as water builds up in my pupils, "keep this box safe as it holds the book of our people" dad.

The moon shines bright through the clouds of grey, my father has fallen ill. Our house has collapsed so we were now temporarily staying in an old damp shed. I sat beside him as a dry cough escaped his throat and his nose turns a dark red. I don't want to lose him. A wind of dust brush past us as I slide into his arms and lay my head on his shoulder as waterfalls run down my face. The room feels gloomy. My heart slowly breaks.  Dad runs his stone cold fingers through my hair as he whispers "I love you". I'm feeling emotionally melancholy watching my father fall deeply into a place where I won't be able to see him, ever again.

As the sun rose, my spirit settled. My knees weaken as I stumble to the ground gazing at 6 older men lower my father into the hole. A stream of tears run down my cheek as my grip on the iron box loosens. I struggle to get back on my legs, constantly wiping my tears as I said my final goodbye.

We are leaving today, I have no choice but to leave this cruel war. Before we started our journey, an arrogant man raised his right eyebrow at me and told me to leave the "stupid" box behind. Instead I left my suitcase as the box to me was more precious!

My legs struggled to move as they sink into the deep white snow. My fingers ache and feel numb, the iron box is super heavy! We finally reached our new village, it doesn't seem the same. I trudge into a room filled with innocent, tired villagers. Although there are a lot of people around me, I still feel lonely.
The iron box is too heavy to carry, I need to think about what I should do with it. I come across a beautiful ancient linden tree, and buried the box safely. Where it could not be stolen or bombed.

A few years later, I have grown into an independent older man. I decided to find the treasure. I see a beautiful joyful young girl picking red and orange leaves from the tree. I gently invite her over to help me dig up the treasure. I'm sure she was hoping for Gold or Silver, but instead we find a book that holds our history, with mouldy torn pages and covered in dust. I read her 3 pages before the little girl had to leave for her curfew. I cleaned off the leftover dust and carefully put it safely into my black duffel bag making sure that no pages fell out and it wasn't contaminated with my afternoon lunch.

It was finally safe to return, so I journeyed through the streets with the sun shining brighter than the stars. I wandered through the beautiful new renovated buildings and entered the new library. It looked so fancy that I forgot what the old library looked like, the fresh lavender scented air filled my lungs as gracious librarians welcome me. Bright colors fill the room as I walk towards the big yellow sign stating 'History.' I carefully place the book on the middle shelf were both big and small could reach. It wasn't the most attractive but it stood out. I walked away and turned around to take another glance.

Monday, 16 September 2019