Friday, July 25, 2014

Commonwealth Findings

5 Facts that I already know about the Commonwealth Games:
It is held in England this year.
There will be sports like sprints, swimming, and gymnastics.
New Zealand is competing in the games.
Some record-holders will also be competing.
The winner will get a gold medal.

Useful links:

10 new facts that I found out about the Commonwealth Games:
Hamilton in Canada held the first Commonwealth Games in 1930. Over 400 people competed in it. Link:
Only 6 countries have competed in all the Games. Those countries are New Zealand, Australia, Canada, Scotland, Wales, and England. Link:
In 1942 and 1946, the Games were cancelled due to WWII. Link:
Greg Yelavich, won twelve medals in seven games from the years 1986 to 2010. He was a sports shooter.Link:
There are some sports like Squash and Lawn bowls. Link:
There is a Youth Commonwealth Games in 2015. It will be held in Samoa. Link:
Australia has 803 gold medals, and is the only nation to have over 2,000 medals in total. Link:
Gambia and the Norfolk Islands sit at the bottom in medals with only one bronze medal. Link:

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Back To The Present #4: Wrong Punishment

“Explosion of flavour, too.” added Jordan.

Back To The Present.

#4: Wrong Punishment

“Enough jokes.” groaned Vaifoa. “Get me out. Please.” I rolled my eyes and untied him. “What does this do?” asked Jordan. It was a camera sort thing.

He pressed the red button. GZUURRT! Vaifoa and I were shrunk down. “Oi!” shouted Vaifoa. “Get us back to our normal size!” Before Jordan could do anything else, there was a loud knocking on the door.

Jordan peered through the keyhole. He was shocked. He ran, scooped us up, and hid behind the board. BAM!! The cops broke the door. Jordan shoved the two of us in his pockets.

The cops grabbed Jordan, and chucked him in their floating cop car. Jordan tried to fight back, but the cops kept tasering him. And Vaifoa and I.

Later, we woke up. In a jail cell. “Great.” said Jordan. A cop walked by. “Heh. Tomorrow you’ll be decapitated.” “WHAT!?” shouted Jordan. “Speeding doesn’t end in decapitation!”

“Tough luck.” chuckled the cop. He walked away. “We’ll free you!” I shouted to Jordan. “Here’s the plan.” “Right.” replied Jordan. He now knew what to do.

Another cop walked past. Jordan blew us on the cop. We hitched a ride. “This is awesome!” cheered Vaifoa. I stared at Vaifoa. “Okay,” he replied. “It’s indisputable, but let’s take a vote.”

The cop had the keys. I tried sliding down. I fell off. Desperately trying to get back on, I whistled at the top of my 0.1 millimeter lungs.

Vaifoa heard. He turned, just to see me running. He looked up all of a sudden. He tried to signal me something. I didn’t know what he meant. If it was ‘go faster,’ then he obviously didn’t know how hard it was.

But then a shadow started covering me. I turned around. There was a cop, walking right behind me. He couldn’t see me, so he was going to unexpectedly squish me to death.

I was sprinting with all my might. I slowly gained distance. But then the cop spat out the gum he was eating. Straight at me. I stopped. The gum just missed me.

But the cop kept walking. His shoe went straight down on me. But I wasn’t squished. I was in the treads of the shoe. “Ha ha!” I shrieked with joy. I got up and started dancing.

Clink! I heard. I turned around. Vaifoa had successfully taken the key off. But he couldn’t pull the key. So I ran to Vaifoa. After straining very hard to pull the key 10 cm, I noticed something.

Vaifoa and I grew a bit. “Whoa!” we cried. The keys were much easier to tug now. We were soon full size again. So we ran to Jordan. But as we got to Jordan’s cell, three cops walked around the corner.

“Oi!” shouted one. The three ran at us. Vaifoa hastily tried to unlock the door while I distracted the cops. The cops didn’t stop chasing me. The soon cornered me in the worst room ever: the one with the guillotine.

They slowly got me in the machine, just to torture me. “Last words?” asked one cop. “I hope you will soon come to realise that the rop is too thick.” I replied. “Ha ha.” chuckled the cop.

He let the blade drop. I shut my eyes. There was only one way to live. The guillotine fell on the rope. The rope saved me. I could now fidget out. The cops were quick to realise.

The started to chase. I tried to find Jordan and Vaifoa, or at least their cell. But I couldn’t find it. It was like going through a hedge maze. I kept looking around. They were nowhere to be seen.

So I decided to run outside. But the place I ended up in was worse. It was a hedge maze. I didn’t know what to say, so I facepalmed. “T-this is perfect.” I groaned.

But I managed to give the cops the slip. Panting, I sat down. In the middle of a three-way intersection. I curled up. I started to close my eyes when I heard something. My eyes quickly opened.

It was a cop. “He must be here somewhere, there is no exit!” I gulped. Since I was in three-way intersection, they could surround me. I had to escape. So I ran. I soon found the way out. Jordan and Vaifoa ran into me when I ran past a bend. “How’d ya escape?” asked Jordan. “There was no exit!”

“Easy.” I replied. “I went through the entrance."

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Game On! Immersion Assembly

Once again, Class 2 walked to the hall for immersion assembly. It was July the 21, of 2014. We were starting Term 3. After walking in, I knew immediately what the inquiry was. The subject for the term was ‘Game On.’

We seated ourselves in the first 2 rows. The prefects started playing some music, while the other classes came in. Soon the classes were in. Mrs Tito was cycling fast on her bike. Then, Mr Jacobsen cycled in on his bike. Mr Burt had not returned from his trip. So Mr Jacobsen had to take over. He introduced us to the new term. He reminded us about a special upcoming event. The Commonwealth Games.

Next, of course, was the movies from each team. First up was Team 1. Their movie was, ‘What makes a champion?’ It showed some of the competing teams, and then some footage from what I think was the 2012 Olympics. And then, a message from the Queen! It wasn’t the real Queen, it was Mrs George dressed up. She told us to strive to be the best, and to use proper English.

“Next,” called Mr J, “is Team 2!” He told the teachers in Team 2 to stand up where they were. “Mrs Glaze isn’t here as you can see,” Mr J said. I looked over to Mrs Glaze’s class. I was shocked. The person standing in her spot was my year 3 teacher, Mrs Mackinlay. Their movie played as they sat down.

After their amazing movie was done, Team 3 got on stage. First a movie played, showing some amazing gymnasts, and then Mrs Barks told us what their team was going to do. The other 4 teachers danced, with hoops, moonhoppers, and ribbons. They bowed as they walked off the stage.

Team 4’s movie played. They did potato sculpting! It was messy, they took some mashed potato from other competitors, and sometimes threw it back! In the end, Jamaica got the medal. Mr Goodwin’s sculpture was a frog.

And now, last but not least, was Team 5’s item. It was a movie of where some teachers went in the holidays. Some students were shocked and amazed at some of the places they visited. They were at places like Machu Picchu in Chile.

And when the movie finished, it was time to go back to class. Term 3’s Immersion assembly had finished. It was now time to start learning about the Commonwealth Games. I can’t wait!

Monday, July 21, 2014

Peter Strasser

Peter Strasser.pngPeter Strasser was born in Hanover, Germany, on the 1st of April in 1876. When he was 15 years old, he joined the German Imperial Navy. He rose through the ranks quickly, and was soon a lieutenant in 1895. A lieutenant is second in command.

Peter was an excellent gunnery officer and was soon in charge of German shipboard and artillery. In WWI, airships were still new. Peter became the new airship chief after Friedrich Metzing, drowned in the crash of the very first airship.

Unfortunately, Peter did not live to see the end of the war. On the 5th of August 1918, Peter's airship was shot down. None of the 23 men aboard survived. It proved to be the last airship raid over Great Britain.

Peter Strasser was a mostly successful person. He kept going to the end. He has inspired me.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Lego City Infinite!

My Lego city. It's just over a square metre in width. It's filled with people living everyday lives. And yes, I do also have some Thomas The Tank Engine toys there too.

After getting some inspiration from the Lego Movie, I made more and more things. In one week I made: A restaurant, a boat, a rocket, a plane, a painter and mechanic, and much more! Unfortunately for me, whenever my cousins come over, I have to do my best to stop Holly from destroying everything!

After playing with my toys for a while, I have worked out how the trains go, when to stop, and I even have signals to help decorate! In 4 pictures, you can see a character. (He is best seen in only one.) That character is Grandpa Abe, from the Simpsons!

There is a level crossing, and on the other side there is a construction site. When they are done working there, they will move somewhere else and the road on that side will be opened to all public. If you have any ideas, please leave a comment. I will now carry on building!

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Back To The Present #3: You're not Emma!

“Why didn’t the bridge collapse?” I asked myself.

I looked to the side of the train. I then did calculations. “Flaring brakevan... + 8 coal trucks leading here... =... OH GOD JORDAN WE HAVE TO ESCAPE!!!!” I screamed in horror.

Back to the present.

#3: You're not Emma!

Panicking to the future and back, I looked on the side of the train. There was a fire extinguisher. I ran to the brakevan. KKKKK! I put the fire out.

The bend was approaching. I ran back, but tripped on some coal. I rolled off the trucks. Rolling down the hill helped me gain more speed than the train.
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“Weeeeee!” I trembled. I was breaking records here. Luckily, Jordan figured out how to reverse. The train slowly climbed it’s way back up the hill, leaving me. “Stop spinning!” called Jordan.

“You do it!” I replied, speeding down. PLOOSH!! I rolled straight into a lake. I instantly stuck my head out from the water. “POOH!!” I spat, spitting water out.

I started climbing up the hill. At the top, I tripped over. I started rolling down the hill again. “HALP!” I shouted.

A few minutes later, I was the top again. I followed the tram line to the shed. It was in pieces. I looked at Jordan. “It went a bit too far okay!?” He shouted.

I looked at the field. There were many ditches, one which had to have the car. “Get ready for some dirty work.” I told Jordan.

“Over here!” I yelled to Jordan. “Finally! After 53 minutes!” replied Jordan. We tugged and tugged, but it was no use. I saw a long chain lying by one of the ditches.

I picked it up, and attached one end to the back of the car. Then I attached the other end to the back of the train. I climbed in. The train started again.

Slowly but surely, the train pulled the car out. When the job was completed, we scrambled in. “Time to save Vaifoa.” I said heroically.

With a massive roar, the car sped across the rough terrain like childrens play. It was already raining, and lightning struck the rod. ZWOOP! The car entered space-time.

We sped straight through space-time and exited on December 24th, 2064. We were falling again. With a massive smash, we landed. On the bottom floor. I looked around.

There was Vaifoa, all strapped up in what looked like a torture machine. “Vaifoa!” The two of us shouted simultaneously.

cartoonlover98A man landed in front of us. He was bulky. “Hubba hubba hubba!” wheezed Jordan. “Shush!” I scolded, knocking Jordan with the back of my hand. “You’re not Emma!

We both charged at the man. SMAK!! We were both smacked backwards. I jumped up. "You baka!" I shouted. "Jordan will kill you!"

"What!?" Jordan and Vaifoa asked. “Hold that thought,” the man said. “Fruit’s done. This fruit gives me power.” He grabbed it, and ate it. His muscles got bigger.

“That’s not good.” I thought. SMAK!!! We were getting knocked everywhere like pinballs in a pinball game. Once we hit the ground, Jordan reached for something in his pocket. He ripped a tag off it.

“What are you doing?” the man asked. “THIS IS CHRISTMAS, MELON FARMER!!” Jordan shouted, and threw a grenade right in the man’s mouth. KA-BAM!!! He blew up.

“Explosion of flavour, too.” added Jordan.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

World Cup!

Here I am, sitting in the lounge watching the Fifa World Cup. I'm watching Semi-final 2, Netherlands versus Argentina. Oh yes, and I'm simultaneously blogging about it too. Can you guess which team I'm rooting for? Yes, it's Argentina! Lionel Messi is my favourite player. I'd like to know who you're supporting. So, you may leave a comment with your favourite team.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Back to the present Part 2: Future fishing!

“Ugh!” I groaned, hearing the wailing of the cop cars.

Back to the present.

Part 2: Future fishing!

I grabbed the others by their hands and jumped down the long fall. “We’ll be safe!” I shouted. I soon saw the distance. The bottom was out of sight. “I’ve made a terrible mistake.” I whispered.

I looked at the others. Jordan & Vaifoa were dipping some hot chips in each other and eating them. I shriveled in disgust.

I looked down. The end was still nowhere in sight. “How do these people breathe?” I thought. I looked up. There was a falling cow. Jordan and Vaifoa looked up too. “Some future.” Jordan complained.

I had an idea. I told Jordan and Vaifoa. “NOW!” I shouted. We all went into streamline mode. We shot through the air. HOOK! Vaifoa was hooked by a fishing rod and pulled up.

Before anyone else said anything, Jordan and I landed in the car. BAM! Lightning struck the rod. Jordan and I were in space-time. I hit the pedal, no seat belt tying or anything. We only had ten seconds to escape.

We were in March 29, 1964. The march morning was cold, and a biting wind whipped the dark clouds across the sky. Rain fell steadily, like it must’ve for weeks past, filling ditches and puddles.

“I know what happened today!” shouted Jordan. “Uhh... Radio Caroline becomes the United Kingdom's first pirate radio station!” I jumped out. The car landed in a deep ditch. Jordan jumped out.

“Now what?” asked Jordan grumpily. I looked to my right. There was a train. It was an E2. Sorta like Thomas The Tank Engine. I climbed on. As Jordan climbed on, I started the train.

Surprisingly, it had everything it needed to start. “How does this thing work?” I asked no-one in particular. The train started moving. Fast. It had trucks coupled behind.

“Runaway!” Jordan cheered. The train sped onto a tram line. “Please be old and abandoned... Please be old and abandoned...” I groaned. NOPE! It was a tram line that connected to the main line. “Jeez...” I groaned.

The trucks were filled to the brim with coal. I looked around. There was no-one to be seen. I looked at Jordan’s watch. It said 8:24 a.m, but the sun was just partially over the horizon, gleaming as much as it could.

It had to be around 5:38 a.m. But then I remembered. It was around 8:24 when we travelled. I searched the controls for a brake and reverse. I soon found the brake as we slid past a junction.

I soon found the reverse too. “Nice sunrise.” complimented Jordan. As we went backwards, I noticed something was wrong. I looked outside. We went the wrong way on the junction.

It was most likely a switch malfunction. I hastily searched for the forwards switch. I found it and instantly applied it. But most of the trucks were down the hill, dragging the train down.

No matter what the train did, it slipped down. I looked back. It lead to a dodgy looking bridge that was over a big river. Jordan went to uncouple the trucks. He didn’t know how to without losing a hand.

I was freaking out. The hill was steep. If I jumped off, I’d roll into the lake. I looked at the trucks. At the end was a brakevan.

I told Jordan. “You go.” Jordan growled. So I did. I climbed onto the truck. I bravely walked over, truck to truck, shivering. I was at halfway when...

SNAP!! The coupling rod broke, sending the other trucks running away. The train sped up immediately. I fell off. Luckily, I just managed to grab ahold of the chain.

I looked back. Instead of the bridge collapsing into pieces, the trucks sped over the bridge, stopped at the hill on the other side, and started rolling back.

I was trying to get up. Scraping against sleepers and gravel was painful. The trucks were coming up faster than the train. Bam! The buffers from the trucks save me.

I hastily coupled the trucks with the chain I held onto. The trucks pushed the train over the hill. “How d’ya reverse?” asked Jordan. “Uh oh.” I groaned.

The train slowly slowed down. That allowed me to climb to the side. I didn’t let go of the things I held until I was on top of the truck.

The train went on the other hill. It raced down. The train was going fast; there was going to be a derailment. I ran above the trucks to the brakevan. I got in.

Pulling the brake hard, the train slowed down. I clenched my teeth. I then ran back to Jordan. The train went so fast, that sparks from the brakevan set it on fire!

“Why didn’t the bridge collapse?” I asked myself.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Schools out!(For the 3rd time now!)

Back to the present #1: Tomato sauce and seconds!

“You’re crazy.” said Jordan.

Back to the present

#1: Tomato sauce and seconds!

“I will not go back in time with or Vaifoa again.” “C’mon,” I replied, “I have the blueprint.” I was right. I did have the time travel car blueprint.

I pulled out my netbook from my bag. I had just replaced the keyboard. “Hey guys!” said the cheerful Vaifoa. “I was in Norway for 31,536,000 seconds!”

Jordan and I just stared at Vaifoa. I started to do calculations. “That’s a year.” answered Vaifoa. “Wait,” said Jordan. “How’d you know we were here? In the internet Cafè?”

“Courtesy of email.” I replied, showing an email I sent to Vaifoa a few minutes ago. I then showed them the email from those advertisers. The time travel blueprint.

“So you really do have it.” replied Jordan. “But why go to the future? We’ll probably mess it up and break the car again.” “That’s why it’s the future. Mess something up and won’t tear any wonky holes in any fabric of space and time.”

Jordan and Vaifoa now stared at me. They looked at each other, just avoiding eye contact, and then back at me. “I have most of the supplies.” said Vaifoa, showing some supplies in his hands.

“Why did I agree?” Jordan groaned, knocking some pieces in place. The car almost done. “Let’s get that tridecahedron battery!” Vaifoa called cheerfully. We all scrambled in the car.

“Do you have a drivers licence?” asked Jordan. “No.” I replied. “I’m 11 years old. They won’t even let me try.” I started driving. “Say, whose key is that?” asked Vaifoa. I looked away. “Oi!” shouted a man running behind the car.

VROOMM!! I hit the gas pedal. The car went at 180 k/ph. It was nowhere near its fastest, 5000 k/ph. Coincidentally, there was an approaching store. The name of the store was ‘Tridecahedron batteries and other stuff.

Jordan leaned over the edge, and grabbed a tridecahedron battery from a passerby. Vaifoa opened the front and implanted the battery. With a massive boom, the car sped across the tar so fast that there were flaming tire tracks.

Vaifoa was hanging on for dear life. All that kept him from flying away from the car was his seatbelt. “So these do save lives!” panicked Vaifoa. Jordan pushed Vaifoa’s feet into the car. Vaifoa clambered in.

We raced past a cop car. WEE-OOO WEE-OOO!! went the sirens. Jordan looked back. “We’re stuffed.” he said. Either the cop car was on steroids, or our car was slow. Nope, the car was on steroids.

“Stop in the name of the law!” shouted a cop. “Wait, the law has a name besides law?” asked Jordan sarcastically. I looked up. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen. “Jeez...” I groaned.

SCREE!! I wasn’t paying attention to the road, and accidently drove off the edge of a hill. The trees we passed got set on fire. “Economic vandalism.” gulped Jordan.

The cops stopped. As they got smaller, they called for a helicopter. 1 second later, they arrived. Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam went the bullets. Yes, we were being shot at.

KABAMMO!! A nuke was dropped nearby and exploded. “Do you really go this far!?” shouted Jordan. “At least there’s no erupting volcanoes.” replied Vaifoa. But up ahead was...

A volcano. Jordan slugged Vaifoa in the arm. We rode up the rocky terrain, just avoiding the lava. We flew over the top, in dramatic slow motion. “How do they do it?” asked Vaifoa.

Dramatic music started playing. I looked to my side. There was a band floating in mid-air. “What are you doing?” I asked. They ignored me and kept playing.

BANG!! We landed on the other side. Everything sped up. I saw a giant mushroom. “Is this Mario?” asked Vaifoa. I swerved, but I knocked it high into the air. “Meh.” said Jordan, staring at the police and the band.

Clouds started billowing above. “Where are we going?” asked Jordan. “Somewhere away from here!” I shouted. The car had still managed to maintain the needed speed of 5000 k/ph.

Lightning flashed. It hit the cop car. “Seriously?” asked Vaifoa. Lightning struck again. This time it hit the band. “What?” asked Jordan. The 3rd strike hit the lightning rod.

“Finally.” I complained. We went to May the 29th, 2064. “1,576,800,000 seconds in the future!” I cheered. “Wha? No fair! The seconds was my thing!” complained Vaifoa.

We thought we were safe, but it turns out we weren’t. It was most likely that the cops passed the case of the speeding down from generation to generation. Why? ‘Cause the cop still chased us.

I saw them, and sped away. We crashed through windows and bricks, and all those other things people love driving into. I had terrible driving. Even Jordan told me.

“Your driving stinks!” shouted Jordan. “I do this in the video games! I’m a reckless driver!” Jordan and Vaifoa were shocked. There was a long silence, even when we drove through the glass, knocking screaming people over.

“Lemme drive!” shouted Jordan, trying to grab the wheel. Because of that, we missed the jump. We all unbuckled and jumped. KABAM!! A person that flew off from the car blew up.

“What the!?” shouted Vaifoa, turning around. SPLAT! We landed in a kitchen, on the worlds largest tomato sauce packet. Sauce flew everywhere. On the chefs faces, on Jordan and Vaifoa’s faces, and on my handsome face.

“Ugh!” I groaned, hearing the wailing of the cop cars.