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Monday, 2 November 2015

laser tag misfortune?

Swish! The doors opened.
"You have ten seconds before we start the game," a voice from the speakers said as we walked into the laser tag arena.
"5 4 3 2 1." The ominous music surrounded me as I half-heartedly walked into the room with my team, in my team I have: me (Harry) and Liam (big brother.) I was really nervous that I might not make it. If I don't survive can you put all my stuff in a chest, take it to earth's core and burn it like you would cook a sausage.

Zap zap, zap zap. Lazers are flying everywhere or were they ufos? Either way they could kill me.
"Ahhhhhhhh. I'm gonna die, no not like this..." I screamed.
"Fire your weapon Harry you dummy," my teammate aka big brother Liam so kindfully reminded me.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about my gun." Zap zap zap.
"Ahhhhhhhh," a scream echoed through the building, as I went to see who I had shot.

"Ha ha Brayden, I shot you good," I snicker while my little brother is squirming on the ground, fury blazing in eyes.  I went to look for another target.

Thursday, 29 October 2015

hollywood

Up close the colorful cars zoom past, their engines roaring and blasting out car fumes as they make there way from A to B, like bees flying from a flower to the hive.  

A bit further away I see that the the coloured roses dot the street  beautiful colours, and tall green trees are spread across the hill and roads. They look like the ones you would see on a tropical island. The wind whips the leaves forwards and back so they look like they are head banging to a beat.

On the horizon I can see the world famous Hollywood sign in with white block letters, as it stands proudly because it looks over L.A. The puffy white clouds drift above oblivious to the beautiful landmark below them.  Yes you guessed it I'm in America, home of movie stars and hot dogs.

Sunday, 18 October 2015

Singing hall of fame

I stand there, only Ben and I are on the stage, and the music seems like a millennium away. I'm so nervous with all the adults looking at me, not to mentions the kids either sitting down or walking past, oblivious to the performance that was about to start.  


The music starts playing as soon as I'm about to bail and I realise there's no way I start clapping before the words start clap, clap, clap, here it goes.


Yeah you can be the greatest you can be the best, you can be the king-Kong banging on your chest.  You you can beat the world you can beat the war you can talk to God go banging on his door.  You can throw your hands up you can beat the clock, you can move a mountain you can break rocks.  You'll be a master don't wait for luck, dedicate yourself and you will find yourself standing in a hall of fame… And the world's gonna know your name… Cause you burn with the brightest flame… And the world's gonna know your name. And you'll be on the hall of fame. You can go the distance, you can run a mile. You can walk straight through hail with a smile. You can be the hero you can grab the gold. Breaking all the records that were thought never to be broken. Do it for your people do it for your pride, case you won't ever know if you never try do it for country do it for your name cause there's gonna be a day when your standing in a hall of fame… And the world's gonna know your name… Cause you burn with the brightest flame… And the world’s gonna know now your name… And you'll be on the walls of the hall of fame. Be a champion. Be a champion. Be a champion. Be a champion on the wall of the hall of fame. Be students be teachers be, politicians be breachers. Be believers be leaders be, astronauts be champions be true seekers. Be students be teachers be, politicians be breachers. Be believers be leaders be, astronauts be champions standing in a hall of fame… And the world's gonna know your name… Cause you burn with the brightest flame… And the world's gonna know your name… And you'll be on the hall of fame. Yeah you can be the greatest you can be the best, you can be the king-Kong banging on your chest.  You you can beat the world you can beat the war you can talk to God go banging on his door.  You can throw your hands up you can beat the clock, you can move a mountain you can break rocks.  You'll be a master don't wait for luck, dedicate yourself and you will find yourself standing in a hall of fame.


It's all over the crowd loved it and I didn't have to go off stage because I didn't remember the words. I felt like I just received the best present in the world. The best part is I don't have to do it again. The next day:

“Harry could you please sing at Monday meetup?”

“Noooooooooooo.”



The lyrics are by the Script.

Thursday, 24 September 2015

Cycling in Cromwell

It's twelve o'clock the best time for cycling because we all go fast so we can get home for lunch. dad my brothers and I go cycling and up close I can see. The dust clouds, rise like Titans and spray their poisonous gas all over me, make me cough while the birds leap from tree to tree immune to the poisons as they are up high. The world is a blur and my tyres are burning rubber, and the helmet on my head offers no protection against the winds. The branches grab at my back but at the sea the waves gallop up and down like a rabid seahorse.


We bike a little further and in the middle distance I can see. There are lots of rabbit holes littered around like a mini city, because it is spring and that is when the rabbits run around and the air is stained with the smell of rabbit dung. Cyclists battle for space like thrill seekers at a theme park while the hikers walk around like a swarm of zombies. The lake buoys bob like drowning men.


We are nearly at the end of the trail when I realise, in the far distance, I can see the mountains which stand tall like towering guardians. The water is at war with the other side of the lake for it sends its waves for a non-stop attack, while its air forces battle in the deep blue sky.

We finish the course thrilled sweat and hot so we decide to go get some water all the time thinking that was a amazing experience.

Sunday, 20 September 2015

Art term reflection


This term we have been learning how participating in the arts can connect us with the community.  Yesterday we went into town for a big show and we learnt that there are lots of different ways to connect with the community through the arts.


When we were in town we did lots of different acts such as musical dramas or solo/group acts.  For the group act I sung Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin and Hall of Fame by S.C.R.I.P.T. Ben K was singing with me in both songs. For Stairway to Heaven, Scott also played the piano. My favourite part was singing Hall of Fame because I got to bring out my best dance moves.


I involved the audience when I let them come on stage so they could join Ben and I singing Hall of Fame. This showed Kotahitanga because we worked together as a group to have maximum fun. I think the community liked our performance because during it we had people cheering and copying our and at the end they cheered and clapped like crazy just like they were at a rock concert.


I think I could continue to build these connections by singing songs for two minutes of fame and Monday morning meetup. For example: on Monday I'm going to be singing Stairway to Heaven again at Monday morning meetup.



Here is the link to our dance: http://youtu.be/cxksjHa9eF4

Wednesday, 9 September 2015

My kindergarten adventure

Do you ever get that feeling when you have done something wrong and suffered the consequences, like when you get dessert but want more so you steal an extra cookie but get caught. Or when your mum tells you to go to bed but you stay up playing on a device and end up really tired the next day. Or maybe punching your big sibling and getting punched back. It's not very nice is it? The first time I had this feeling was when I was little.


It was a typical day at kindergarten, the smell of sandwiches was in the air as it was nearly lunchtime. The glistening sun was blazing in my eyes.  I felt like I was in a desert with the sun on my skin and the glorious, endless sandpit that surrounded me and my friends.  We were a midget bunch with minuscule clothing and our skin was still in mint condition. We had just finished our towering sand volcano. It was like a explosive skyscraper that was so tall it was taller than me.  I was just about to ask an adult to let us pour in baking soda and vinegar but suddenly "kids come in for for lunch!" One of the adults yelled.  Oh man, now we will never get to explode the volcano, noooooooooooooo, unless I go get the ingredients myself. It was a genius but very mischievous idea with a low chance of success.  But what the heck I always do cheeky things and normally get away with it, probably because I'm little and can

still use the cute face trick. Ok now that I had laid down all the facts, I was definitely going to explode the volcano.


Sneaking.  Sneaking.  Sneaking and stop. I might need to go faster, run, run, run, the kitchen is right in front of me so I grab the baking soda and vinegar out of the wooden cupboard.  I hesitate as I don't want to get in trouble but I still nick the not so explosive substance and sprint to the larger than life volcano.  I slowly sprinkled in the baking soda I slowly slowly trickled in the vinegar and Boom! The volcano exploded and a white foamy liquid poured out, all over me, repeat all over me! At that point I decided to go back inside, it was a good idea but you already know my good ideas lead to trouble.  As soon as the teachers saw me they panicked and took me to get cleaned up while all the kids were eating lunch!


So what did I learn from this you may ask? Well, I learnt that you should consider the consequences before you act or you could end in big trouble like me.

Monday, 20 July 2015

Podiatrist trip

"Mum, can you park closer, my foot hurts like my arms being pulled off?" I yelled.

"OK Harry." Mom replied.

"Do I still have to go to the podiatrists? I mean, how does he know about feet, he could pull off his foot like a undead crazy lunatic," I whined.

"Don't be a wimp and yes you must go, because your foot hurts, does it?" Mum asked

"Maybe," I said innocently as we screech to a halt beside my doom.

"We're here, lets go," said mum hurriedly.

So I took slow, deliberate, painful steps to the dreaded podiatrist who was ready for my agonising torture.



Creak! "Hello Harry," said the podiatrist. "I've been expecting you." Wow this guy is scary, I mean he knows my name and he must have been spying on us to know that we were coming. "Come on in so I can murder you and rip out your organs and mummify you." That last bit was in my head, he actually said "Come in so I can help you with your problems."


Yeah right, no don't make me die I'm too young to go, NOOOOOOOOO... I can already feel the icy cold hand of that psychopathic death.

"Come on Harry," hurried mum "or do you want to go to school?"

Psycho podiatrist or discovery time at school? "School for crying out loud!"

"Well too bad, you have to go."

"Darn it."

"At first I shall grab my chainsaw and then I will rip out your brain, eat it and then I will cut off your feet, put them in my collection and then make you a zombie like me, mwahahahaha," said the undead podiatrist.

"No, please don't murder me!" I said out loud.

"Harry, what are you on about?"

Whoops turned out what the podiatrist had actually said was "Let me see your foot so take off your shoes."

"Just one question before we start…"

"What is your question Harry," asked the podiatrist.

"Just wait a second," said mum "he's in a daydream."

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"Because your feet are sore, right?" asked the podiatrist.

"This is the same question mum asked me." I said.

"Anyway," started the podiatrist, "Blah blah blah."

This part was so boring I feel asleep so I didn't know what he said so I made it up.

"Harry are you listening, good because you have a disease that will make your foot hurt." said the podiatrist

"Nooooooooooooooo..." I yelled at the top of my lungs "Nooooooooooo."

"How long will this go on for." asked the bringer of bad news

"Nooooooooooooooo."

"As long as it takes for him to get it out of his system."

Noooooooooooooooooooooooo,o.k I'm all good now." I finally said, puffing from the long yell.

"Good," snapped the annoyed podiatrist "Now go, your appointment is over."

"Yaaaaaaaaay the slow torturous death is over. Wait a minute am I dead?" I asked worriedly.

"No of course not," Mum replied as we walked out the building and into the car "and for being a good boy I'm going to drive you to Riccarton Mall for food, even though you drove the agitated podiatrist crazy."

"Yes!" I yelled.  Finally the slow, evil menacing podiatrist appointment had ended with a scrumptious reward of mouth-watering, belly gurgling, vomit it out and eat it again food!


And that is the story of my podiatrist trip (which was mostly made up, okay 99 percent made up.)