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Tuesday, November 28, 2006
It was the second day to Malaysia it also the day to genting. Before we when up , i was changing my clothes when i found that my underwear is lost. I started wandering did i for got to bring or has i lost at where? I started seaching the floor, the bed and in my bag could only found three. the last one is camouflaging on my sister bag.
Finally, we went up to Genting. On the way, we went to the toilet at the entrance. I looked at the mountain and it was like a burning and white smoke was coming out. After that, I looked at the mountain again, and it actually was the cloud covering on top of the mountain.
After that, we continued our journey to Genting. We drove as fast as we could and we finally almost reached Genting, but the clouds were covering the hotels and outdoor theme park. We went to the First World Hotel, it was my first time staying there. I heard that we can only check in at 3pm. So we went to deposit our lugguge and went to the indoor theme park.
First play the disco bumper car. After that, we went to play the euro express. It was a roller coaster that moves very slow unless it is a turn. We play until 3pm and went back to First hotel to check in our hotel rooms. The room were so small that it can only fit in a air- con, a fan on top of the bed, a queen size bed and a toilet. Just then dad call us that he will not want to play he also said if we want to play we play ourselves.
When it dinner our parent when to meet us.we eat at the Genting indoor theme park but there was nothing to eat.After that we want shopping and when down to play......Archery. Dad bought 50 arrow and start shotting.3 arrow shot on the wall, 11 shot on the outer white, 1 shot on blue, 1 shot on purple.But none shot on yellow (the middle one)we when back to our hotel room.
story will be continue on the website www.sweety-berries.blogspot.com
tHiNkInG oF jAy At |4:00 PM|
Monday, November 13, 2006
Book Title >>> Mr. Fantastic Fox
Author >>> Roald Dahl
On a hill above the valley there was a wood and in it, there was a huge tree. And under the tree there was a hole where Mr. Fox and Mrs Fox and their four small foxes lived.
Every evening as soon as it was dark, Mr. Fox would ask to Mrs Fox what it should be this time, a plump chicken from Boggis or a duck from Bunce or even a nice turkey from Bean. And when Mrs Fox had told him what she wanted, Mr. Fox would creep down into the valley in the darkness of the night and help himself.
Boggis and Bunce and Bean knew very well what was going on, and it made them wild with rage. They were not men who liked to give anything away. They also would not like anything to e stolen from them. So every night, each of them would take their shotgun and hide in a dark place somewhere on his own farm, hoping to catch the robber.
But Mr. Fox was too clever for them. He always approached a farm with the wind blowing on his face. If any man were lurking in the shadows ahead, the wind would carry the smell of that man to Mr. Fox’s nose from far away. Thus, if Mr. Boggis was hiding out from fifty yards off and quickly change direction, heading for chicken house number four at the end of the farm.
They came out with a plan. Tomorrow night, they will all hide outside the hole where the fox lives. We will wait until it comes out and shoot him….
tHiNkInG oF jAy At |4:05 PM|
