Overfishing is not good, that’s why people develop Marines Reserve, What is Marine Reserve?. Marines reserve are reserves that are protected and can’t be fished on the river/shore. Every Marines has a board which has rules on it, I decide it to make one my own.

Dear diary

Slowly stepping out of my bed, helping my dad pack for the long journey. Eating my breakfast as fast as I can. Zooming out of the door full of excitement not noticing the mud the rain had created. I opened my eyes to see the Apartments, near our homes, burst into flames, hit by a bomb. We walked until we reached a gate surrounded by people. Finally I arrived feeling tears of joy roll down my cheeks. I ran towards the boat, hopping on to the side, with only a yellow umbrella. The boat shifted With the waves. A mercyful wail hits my ears as we reach land. I was finally here. I was able to walk again. With dad standing side by side, warmth took over. 

We slept on the street, had nothing to eat, only water to drink. My eyes saw a bakery nearby. I stumbled towards the bakery. My saliva is ready to conquer my mouth. My dad walked me home. I wondered, “what is this?” Dad just closed his yellow umbrella,tied a scarf around my neck. Giving a soft hug reminded me of his warmth and love. Dad walked away with a sad look, giving a final glance, opening his umbrella and walking away.    

On Thursday we learnt about how different tower are made and how towers can stand very tall. The tallest tower in the world is Dubai Creek Tower ( 140om) before that it was the Burj Khalifa. Miss Ikiua created a task for us to build a tower made out of spaghetti straws. We had only 1m of tape,  20 straws of spaghetti, a piece of  marshmallow and 15:00 minutes to build. We only had 2 tries at this. Starting off I was going for height yet at the end I was wrong, things didn’t go as planned. I learned from my mistake and now I had to go for strength. This time we changed up the rule. We kept some things the same. The tape,  unlimited spaghetti straws and 20 minutes to build. At the end I succeeded! To finish  Eldrich and I ate some marshmallow.

Snowflakes falling, the sky is black. I skip through the peaceful, empty snowy town. Something catches my eye in the distance. I look around and see  no one, the town is empty. Running towards it without catching  any attention on the missing poster. Yet I arrived and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a Blackboard coated with a name, Luckily there was a space for me. Eyes were scattering for pieces of chalk, Bingo!Blending in with the snow down the empty snowy  mountain.

Chalk squeaks while I write my name on the board. I stop stepping back hearing the crunchy noise under my feet. I  inspect my name, freezing myself, taking a breath and saying “What a beauty!” Dropping the chalk it rolls away down the path. From the back of my ear I hear a  mechanical noise. The noise tears my ear apart and takes my attention. I don’t know what to do.  I turn around and see a doll in the window of a shop. It is a duplication of me, the only difference is it is a doll made out of wood. Stepping forward to get a better view I look around to see  other dolls in the shop. I look back but the doll was gone. My heart starts to rise and my spirit is low. In no time I scan around to find the doll . Finally, there it is.

I swing my hand on to the door without any concern, using my strength to grab the handle and try to open it. I fail. I tried another way but it won’t budge.  I scrunch up a snowball using all my might throwing it at the door. It explodes with a bang. I stomp my feet and walk away in anger .

I  hear a creaking sound from behind me.  Turning around I see my dreams come true. I run as fast  I can to the door. I enter the shop and looking around I see nothing but dolls, some have only one eye and some have umbrellas in their hands. 

It turns out nothing is more interesting than my doll. Walking towards the doll with a smile on my face I suddenly stumble on a boy on a tricycle pedalling like the speed of a plane taking off from a runway. Picking up the boy gently and putting him down he slams into the door like he wants to get out. The door was closed. Back looking at my doll, it has again disappeared. “There it is,”  I say out loud. This naughty little 

doll, how would you escape from your master. I climb up the green- olive-coloured couch, biting off the mitten on my hand.

I grab at the doll and suddenly I can hear screaming and babies flying everywhere. I have  turned into a doll, my view is now  like looking through a fish lens. I say to myself  “how can they be so mean to children?”  What did the children do to the shopkeeper that has made him so mad?

What does this image represent ? What is this image called?

So this week we learned what is Point-ti-li-sim we were inspire by Pusi. This represent my culture, in this image there is a flag , this flag is the flag of Vietnam plug in a mini pole in the west of a mountain and in the far distance there is a beach with yellow sand. There is a house place near a field of rice crops.

What can you see more? tell me in the comment

 “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.”

Jesus laid down his life for us.

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Who is the best architect in the zoo? Well have you seen mine ? I guess not! My Zoo is spectacular. There are a lot of trees and birds flying around chirping like angels singing in your ears. Thick branches help the orangutan climb and swing allowing them to enjoy life and have fun in a natural habitat. Highly scented red flowers keep the animals happy. The orangutan house is two storied. It has a sleeping area and a river flowing through it providing clean fresh water for the orangutan to hydrate themselves. (These project was made on Planner 5d. If you want to see more check out these photo :

Today I’ll show you my Lenten Backpack but before I do, let me tell you what it actually is. A Lenten Backpack is a Bag which stores stuff that I need to keep my Lenten promise for 40 days and to help the people around me. If you would like an example, here is my Lenten Backpack:

But I would like to ask you something first, What would you have in your Lenten backpack?

I bet you that you don’t know what a poem is. Let me tell you what it is, A “My why” poem is basically a bunch of memories that I both regret and love that is brought together to create a beautiful writing that rhymes. If you would like to see an example, here’s mine!