tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56677228305747057432024-03-13T15:53:11.729+13:00Hanging Out to Learn in Room 28Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-75984048145320351362012-12-07T12:09:00.000+13:002012-12-07T12:09:01.312+13:00POP DANTHOLOGYMash up of 50+ 2012 songs.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=If5MF4wm1T8">Very cool</a><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-19107087445565959302012-10-25T12:14:00.004+13:002012-10-25T12:14:53.265+13:00Movie Time<h4 style="text-align: center;">
Movie Time</h4>
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Buttery Crunchy Popcorn, Delicious in my MOUTH.</h4>
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Fizzy Bubbles Popping to the Surface.</h4>
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Lights dimming, movie starting</h4>
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By JH </h4>
Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-5967620962381116152012-10-25T12:14:00.002+13:002012-10-25T12:14:28.551+13:00Snow Fight<span style="font-size: x-large;">Snow Fight!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">My holidays ended up being spectacular! My family and I were in Ohakune, near the famous township of Taupo. We were going up the freezing Mountain Ruapehu. Actually we weren't, we were going to the bottom of the mountain. Boring right? I know! I was buckled up in my seatbelt. The roads were extremely dangerous, first of all there weren't many safety rails on the side of the road, so that was dangerous and second of all the roads were pretty steep. I didn't even want to look down! After minutes of awkward silence, we were finally there. I quickly took my gloves and scarf, then I ran like a wild animal to the snow. But I slipped and landed headfirst in the snow!"Ouch!" I whimpered. When I stood up something hit me. I turned around and then it hit me again, smack in the face! Before the sneak could strike again, as quick as a flash I made a snowball and threw it at... my brother! I should have known it was him! "This means war!" I growled to myself. But before the war could start, dad spoke up. "You do know this is fake snow right?" "Oh yeah! Sure I do, totally! I lied. My brother and I went back to our war. As fast as I possibly could, I made a couple of snowballs, then I fired them at my brother. Yay! I hit the target! He threw more at me than I did at him! Before our war got out of hand, mum said it was time to go. I quicky made another snowball and threw it at my brother as my mum's back was turned. He gave me an angry look. I didn't care I just walked to the car. Dad was driving really slow and in my mind I was thinking "Could dad get a ticket for driving this slow?" But the road was dangerous so it was for the best. After what seemed like ages we arrived at our chalet. I loved the snow and the mountain. Maybe next time it will actually snow so we might go skiing or snow boarding as well! Now that would be COOL!</span></span>Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-18228847259988164132012-10-25T12:14:00.001+13:002012-10-25T12:14:09.973+13:00Time For TouchIt was nearly time, nearly time to meet my team. I was thrilled to be back at touch because I love touch. I was at Lloyd Elsmore Park waiting for my team, but I couldn't see anyone wearing the same uniform as me. Then I saw someone walking towards me. " Are you in Bears Gold?" she asked me.<br />
" Yes." I answered.<br />
"Come to the cafe so you can meet one of your team mates." She said.<br />
"Hi, I'm Anya." The girl introduced herself.<br />
"I'm Paris." I answered her. Then a man with a pearl white shirt and a silver whistle strolled into the cafe. Inoticed he was looking for Anya and I. The lady told us that he was our co-coach and referee. The man took us to where the rest of the team was practicing. He said sorry for being so late. Anya and I then introduced ourselves. The whole team introduced themselves.<br />
"Hi Paris and Anya, I'm Phil, your coachand this is Chloe, Ruby, Carla, Amitee and Talia. They are your team mates this season. Now lets do some practice." Phil explained. We did some passes and sprints. In 5 minutes we were ready to face the Wiki Workz. The horn went and it was our turn on the hockey turf. I ran onto the field in my place which was wing. Our referee blew the whistle and we were off. We played defence first." Touch!" my team mate yelled. We back pedalled to the referee which is running backwards. " Touch!" another one of my team mates yelled. We back pedalled again. The Wiki Workz ran to the tryline while I was running full speed. She scored a try while I was still running like a speeding train. Then it happened. . .<br />
I tried to stop myself but I couldn't come to a complete stop. I skidded on the hockey turf grazing my knee and making it bleed. When I stopped skidding everyone started asking " Are you alright ? Are you okay?" All the questions with the same answer; "Yes, I'm fine." We played on. Chloe came on as a sub for me. I had a quick drink of water before I went back to play. The horn went for halftime. We went back to our coach so he could have a talk to us about the game. He told us we were doing well for our first game together and that it doesn't matter if we win as long as we have fun. We went back onto the field ready for the Wiki Workz for a second time. Our team kept passing the ball around so we couldn't get touched. Finally! We got a try. This was because we worked together as a team. Our game was nearly over, but not before they scored the last try. When the game was over we all said thank you to the referee and shook hands with the Wiki Workz. We all had a drink of water before my mum/ the manager told us who got player of the day. Phil said that we had lost but I had lots of fun. When we all made huddle my mum told Phil who should get player of the day. Phil agreed with what my mum thought. We did a drum roll while Carla kept saying "Its you Talia, its you." and Talia answered " Its gonna be you Carla" and guess who was right. . .<br />
Talia!<br />
Even though it was Carla's first time playing I thought she was really good because she kept reminding us to work together.Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-56361309543361279342012-10-25T12:13:00.000+13:002012-10-25T12:13:04.564+13:00Winter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-32706898044324145382012-08-01T13:18:00.002+12:002012-08-01T13:18:24.005+12:00Barry Curtis Park<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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Barry Curtis Park<br />
Ramps, jumps noise 10 foot bowl<br />
skateboards, jump the box.<br />
So much funRoom28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-22541162514139522602012-08-01T13:16:00.000+12:002012-08-01T13:16:10.231+12:00Eating pizza<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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Eating tasty pizzas.<br />
Trying not to drop it.<br />
Chomp, chomp, chomp.<br />
Tasty pizza in my mouth.Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-70468234026640961542012-08-01T13:14:00.001+12:002012-08-01T13:14:11.802+12:00Going to snow mountain<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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Frozen ice on the floor<br />
Throwing at a face<br />
Having funRoom28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-52427015555588794562012-08-01T13:13:00.001+12:002012-08-01T13:13:45.894+12:00The movies<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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Yummy popped kernels down my throat.<br />
Glowing light stick in my hand.<br />
Adventure starts.<br />
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<br />Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-80933175522630056662012-08-01T13:12:00.001+12:002012-08-01T13:12:07.167+12:00Playing my iPad.<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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Pressing and tilting<br />
playing games, watching Youtube<br />
two fingers touching the screen.<br />
iPad fun.Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-19271787115087525602012-08-01T13:09:00.004+12:002012-08-01T13:11:13.770+12:00Going to the Movies<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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Amazing movies <br />
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Delicious buttery crackling down my throat.<br />
Fizzy bubbes rising up my neck.<br />
Overflowing fiz.<br />
Bursting burps out my nose.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-62233642032454623302012-08-01T12:38:00.007+12:002012-08-01T13:13:11.366+12:00Watching Rugby in Fiji<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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The whistle blew, the game was on!<br />
Passing, scoring, tackling and lots of <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">o<span style="color: orange;">m</span><span style="color: yellow;">f</span><span style="color: lime;">p</span><span style="color: blue;">h</span></span></span><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: x-large;">!</span><br />
Half Time!<br />
Crowd applauds as players run back on.<br />
Final score 42-60.<br />
Winners Happy, :) Losers Disappointed :( <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-62096761002226470572012-08-01T12:35:00.002+12:002012-08-01T13:17:09.713+12:00Eating Pig on a spit<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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Turning ,spinning ,spitting.<br />
Smell attacks me instantly.<br />
Crackling hot and juciy.<br />
Dripping down my chin. Hot, hot, hot.<br />
Poor delicious beast, never to oink againRoom28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-46510715468532151222012-08-01T12:34:00.008+12:002012-08-01T12:34:46.610+12:00Ice Skating<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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Shaky steps at first.<br />
Falling down in freezing ice!<br />
All cluching onto rails.<br />
Now gliding away!Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-30633683711879987992012-08-01T12:27:00.004+12:002012-08-01T12:28:39.738+12:00Playing i padFlashing light on my face.<br />
Hot burning hands touching the screen.<br />
Enpying playing in the moon light.Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-40911397450165381122012-08-01T12:25:00.001+12:002012-08-01T12:32:07.787+12:00Flying to NZ!My parents took me to the airport. Korean air departed at 4:20p.m. I missed my family. But I was just thinking about room 28! I couldn't hear very cleary. While flying to NZ, I went to the bathroom many times. I was very hot. I ate spagetti for dinner. After dinner, smell was yuck. I wanted to vomit, but I kept it down, I slept very long. I ate hambuger for breakfast. It was yuck! I flied to NZ very long. It took 12 hours!Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-13378002918567436232012-07-31T12:25:00.000+12:002012-07-31T12:25:06.334+12:00Lake Taupo<h2>
Lake Taupo resort</h2>
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On the first day of the holidays we went to taupo. We stayed there for 2 days. It had a warm swimming pool a spa, tennis courts and karts. We went there to watch my dad do his bike race. when we got there we saw a swimming pool. When we got in the pool we didn't want to get out. We were in 4 times in one day!. We went in cabbins that were called units. We had 2 tvs that had sky. My dad had to wake up at 6;00.We were proud of him. arfter we saw him go past the finish line we dashed back, zipped into our togs and jummped into the pool when we got in it was about 4'oclock and when we got out it was 7'oclock. We were in there for three hours. Our hands were wrinkly we looked as if we were 90 years old. In the next hour we went out for dinner it was resturaunt were we could reafill our plates as many times as we liked I had 5 refills of of differen't dinners for free. they were 5 of the best dinners I had i was AMAZED!. When we woke up we were packing to go home so we went for breakfast and went home. My dad was riding from rotorua to taupo It took him just over 3 hours and 15 minutes.<br />
THE ENDRoom28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-19366719914108755132012-07-31T12:22:00.005+12:002012-07-31T12:22:55.846+12:00Thames<h3>
A Weekend At Thames</h3>
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On Saturday 21st of April 2012, me and my sister Fran went to Thames to stay at my aunty's house. Before we wnet to my aunty's house, we had to meet her at my other aunty's house. It took us about 25 minutes for us to get there. While we were driving to my aunty's house in Hillborough, I was watching a movie called "Ratatouille"to entertain myself while we were heading there, and it wasn't too long to drive there. Once we were at my aunty's to meet my other, we came inside and had a snack and a drink. It took about 15 minutes for my aunty to realise that we had to go to Hillsborough to Thames. So once we finished our drinks and sancks, we said our goodbyes we took off. While we were in the car, I was still watching Ratatouille. It took us about 2 hours to get there. We had to make a few stop's on the way. It was 7:30 by the time we were there. We took our bags upstairs into the lounge and watched Destroyed in Seconds, a bit of Terra Nova and American Idol. For dinner we had Fish'n'Chips and some Pepsi. In our pepsi's we ahd flashing ice cubes that turned red. After dinner we had Peanut Slabs and they were yummy. After all that food, we watched Around The World In 80 Days. When the movie was finished, we went to bed in my cousins room. He had a bunk bed. Fran got the top and I got the bottom. The next day, we were up ans started packing boxes. I found a box with bunch of old Superhero Comics. There were G.I. Comics, Spider-Man Comics, X-Men Comics, Fantastic Four Comics, Wolverine Comics, Cable Comics and The Incredible Hulk Comics. So I opened the box up and I grabbed a bunch of comics, ran upstairs and put them in my bag. After going through more comics we went upstairs and started packing books and her shelf. It was like and emporium of books. She had Rolling Stone Mags, books and more books, DVD's and CD's. We had about 6 or 7 boxes fulled with books. When we finished packing the last box, we had lunch. We all had frozen Hawaiin Pizza. While we were having having lunch at, my auntie's friend came over for a cup of tea and a biscut. Her and my aunty were having a chat while me, Fran, my other auty and my uncle were stuffing our faces with pizza. After several minutes of eating pizza, we were back at packing more boxes. We went through stuff that she didn't need. We went through some old clothes and she said that if we see something we like, we could have it. I didn't know she just meant clothes, because I went into my cousin's room and asked if I could have his drum set. We spent about 2 hours in her garage and then it was about 6 or 7pm by the time we finished. We went upstairs and got our bags and other stuff. We came into the lounge and said goodbye to ur aunty. She walked us outside and we got into our Uncle's car and we left Thames. The End. </h3>
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Perching in a pitch black room surrounded by giggles.<br />
Unexpected deafening grizzly bear growls. <br />
Fizzy bubbles, buttery popcorn, melting chocolatey chocolate ice-cream.<br />
Flowing down my throat and landing in my stomach.Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-34471576267288409652012-07-31T12:13:00.002+12:002012-07-31T12:13:57.165+12:00Ice Age 4 <i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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<i>Eating ice cream and drinking coke at the movies. </i><br />
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Slurping melty chocolate ice.<br />
Bubbles sprinting to the surface.<br />
Tiny seeds transforming and exploding.<br />
Unexpected noises.<br />
Got butterflies in my tummy.Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-79404510667926911962012-07-31T12:13:00.000+12:002012-07-31T12:13:08.993+12:00Running to the movies<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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<i>Pants falling down while running to the movies. </i> <br />
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Sprinting for my life.<br />
No belt in sight.<br />
Skinny jeans showing a bit of beans.Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-12842044844201704482012-07-31T12:12:00.001+12:002012-07-31T12:17:12.313+12:00Paradise Ice skating <i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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Slippery ground falling down.<br />
Holding onto rails hoping not to slip.<br />
Trying to balance, Fail!<br />
Pants full of ice.<br />
Freezing freezing ice.Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-39118316405820780172012-07-31T12:11:00.001+12:002012-07-31T12:18:17.540+12:00The Awesome Movies<div style="background-color: white;">
<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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<i>Eating pop corn and drinking coke at the movies. </i><br />
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<i>Pop crunch, crunch pop pop all the goodies down my throat.</i></div>
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<i>Slurp slurp, dripping down my shirt.</i></div>
<i><span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="background-color: white;">Giggling crazy all seems hazy!</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"></span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: cyan;"></span></i>Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-80378691132665699212012-07-27T14:16:00.005+12:002012-07-31T12:10:41.902+12:00Stars <i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i><br />
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Watching the stars at night.<br />
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Suddenly a flash of light wakes me.<br />
A commet zooms past me.<br />
Bangs and pops surround me.<br />
Little eyes watch me until morning.Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667722830574705743.post-76643402531768164902012-07-27T14:04:00.011+12:002012-07-31T12:19:49.659+12:00Going to Son SK8<i>WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.</i> <br />
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Son Sk8, noisy indoor skate park.<br />
Ramps, jump, scooters and skate boards.<br />
Made of wood, now with lots of holes,<br />
lots of people really cool.Room28http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684669794313123641noreply@blogger.com0