Why we should keep celebrate Anzac day - Writing portfolio

Every year ANZAC day is celebrated on the 26^th of April. Anzac stands for Australian, New Zealand army crops. This day is celebrated in respect and remembrance of who those who died in the battle of Gallipoli to defend and protect the people with their own lives. A lot of lives were waster in this war, the death toll for the Turkish was 87,000, France and the British was 44,000 lives, 8,500 from the Australians and 2721 from new Zealand. Altogether, three out of four men would have been killed or wounded. We should celebrate Anzac day in respect and remembrance of the lives lost, history of New Zealand and the community.

We should celebrate Anzac day to respect and remember the lives lost in the First World War. 2712 New Zealanders were killed and many more were wounded in battle. If there were no Anzac day, a very small amount of people would know the tragedies, loss’s and defeat in world war one. Very few would know the risk New Zealand and Australians took in Gallipoli. We should continue to celebrate Anzac day in a sign of respect and remembrance. We will remember the men who were the age of 18 fighting in this war, the same age as senior kids in high school. This is one reason why we should celebrate Anzac day.

World war one will always be a part of New Zealand history and maybe one of the most vivid and respected marks celebrated every year. In New Zealand we only have one celebration to celebrate the wars, Australian has one day as well, USA has two days to remember the war and so do France. There is a total of five war related celebrations being celebrated during Anzac day and twelve different nations all celebrating. What makes this celebration special for New Zealand and Australians is that we are not celebrating for freedom or the battles, we celebrate Anzac day for the lives lost and remember each individual person who had to suffer through these times. We should keep celebrating Anzac day to keep our history unique.

All around New Zealand we have a lot of community groups like the cadet force, ST Johns, Girl guides, boy scouts, RSA and many other groups. Anzac is a chance for these groups to be noticed in the public. The cadet force plays a major roll on the day, displaying their ways of respect to the public and the lives lost in the war. The cadets largely reflect back to the armed forces and the public expectations of a military show. We should still have Anzac day for the support of our community groups. Anzac day is like a year goal, a lot of effort is prepared for this day to show off what they learn. We should keep Anzac day to give meaning and support to our community.

We should keep celebrating Anzac day as it is now a Tradition to me. Without Anzac day, the community groups would be little more than an idea, our history won’t have much reason or excitement and the lives lost would be wasted and sadly pointless.  We should continue contributing ourselves to this day, it will bring us all together, stronger and gives our country meaning.

Life reflection - writing portfolio.

Stupid and curious I was. I would wounded about everything and try to get close to the things that interested me. Sometimes I would end up getting in trouble for this natural buzz. Touching other people’s jewellery, playing with odd looking rocks and finds myself gone somewhere, unknown to the dangers that lurked all around me. It’s funny to see myself behaving in a way that you would find so ridicules and stupid… But what do you expect from a 5 year old girl?
What occupied me from this big wide world at the time was a trip down to the kindergarten. There was so much to do and so much fun. A year of keen and willingness to go and play there, not knowing that I was learning so much, so fast.
Then I would go off to primary school. Such a big change to me then as everything was just so boring and hard… Gone from this cosy play house to book work and teaching. What made things worse for me was we had the meanest teacher in school. I have no idea how me and my twin sister got in trouble on our first day, made us sit in our own corners in the class room, what did we do wrong? And yet we still got sent in our own corners, still confused about what we had done. Now, I still don’t know what we did wrong. I believe that this gave me more disciplined and awareness.
I believe that to the differences I had with other kids in class, made it awkward for me to speak and get along. I was comfort in quietness and occupied with all the wonderful thoughts playing around in my head. I would watch other kids play and chat to each other; I didn’t want to join in knowing that I’m not much of an interest to them, and that I was very shy when I was told to get along.
But I knew that I was getting smarter than everyone else. I think I scared the teacher of my hypnotic ways. A game we played was guess the number, I would sit at the back of the class waiting my teacher to write a number down. With my brainiest brain I would watch her hand movement and copy it with my own hands. There I would have the answer. On my first guess I won the game…

It was the second to last year for me at primary school and I still don’t have any friends. But this didn’t bother me as I felt blessed to learn. Learning was still a fun thing to do, I didn’t find it hard to learn at all. But what I really needed was a real friend that I can play with. Admittedly I did try to make friends with girls but that wasn’t my style… I like playing around with the boys because they were more fun and outgoing. It wasn’t until I moved primary schools that I finally made a real friend, a guy friend. That was probably the best and most remember-able primary school year ever.

I then was off to intermediate. My first impression was that this was going to be the hardest years of my life. But I was wrong, instead, it was fun and reasonable teaching. I would learn beyond what’s expected. But my intermediate years also taught me the bad things like steeling and vandalising. I learnt this from friends, a hard lesson I would never teach myself. But it felt so good to do something bad and stupid. I would steel from teacher’s draws these blue cards for points towards our house. I would lie about something I done wrong and claim my innocents. I was just too good at lying due to my good effort in my school work. No one would suspect me of wrong doing. I was smart and sneaky… but I wasn’t so perfect yet. I noticed that school work was slightly harder and my grades were threatening to drop. But I wasn’t going to fail, I knew I wasn’t that person who would give up. So on my last year in intermediate school I studied and learnt and passed with flying colours… but the only reason for this achievement to be real was when I had no friends around me anymore.

It’s time to go off into high school. Yet again my thoughts of this new environment stirred me and focused me into doubt of passing. But I was wrong… again, another year of fun. But I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to make friends in this new school due to the racial differences, I was also disappointed to find that I was learning very little due to distractions of annoying and pestering kids and what really put me down was the teachers judgment and comparison towards me and my twin sister.
I was blessed on the day we had to split classes because of the stupid behaviour my class showed. I made friends in my new class and was finally learning in my new classes.
Through thick and thin, rough and smooth times I had for my first 2 years in high school. I was happy to say I am the luckiest person in the area.
It was only until I was year 11. I hit the hardest, highest brick wall of my life. This brick wall made up of pain, hatred, sadness are revenge. This brick wall stopped me from moving on with my life… pushing me back into a pitiful sadness that seemed like it lasted forever. This brick wall made me realise that I was too stubborn with my happiness that it blinded me of the world’s cruelness.
I was broken by everything. I now never trust my so called ‘friends’, Selfish boyfriends and the blinding cruel vortex of love. My strong bond with my twin sister is destroyed forever, even now I still find it very awkward to even speak to my twin or my little sister. I needed help at the time, needed attention and acknowledgement from someone… But help still didn’t seem enough. With all honesty I still don’t think people realise how much of a risk I was at the time. My silent ways crept into home and my thoughts comfort me through these hard times. It was my mind that help me though this all, but was watching the year go by while I recover my metal state.
A year wasted climbing this brick wall.

I finally got over it. I was stronger than ever. I was alive once more!
I was ready to take on the world and its challenges, I was ready to learn, to play, to have fun with success. Through year 11 to 12 to now I have my ups and downs with my school work but I still managed to succeed my years.
I’m now onto my last year, best to have fun with this year since it will be the last time I shall act like a kid. I feel more independent and strong. I’m always keen for a challenge with the real world, I believe that I can beat the world at its own game with a lions pride. I feel that nothing can put me down… It can always be worse than what it is right?
I can’t wait for the world. Soon I shall start living it my way.

Chaos Legion Review

Chaos Legion

Chaos Legion is released by Capcom giving a similar element of Devil May Cry and Dynasty Warriors. Fans of Devil May Cry finds this game quite similar but describes this game to be more slices ’n dicing with awesome control of un-earthly forces.

Throughout the gameplay you fight against giant spider-like creatures and ugly looking and annoying dogs. While fighting through these beasts they start to become stronger and eventually change into an army of zombies, big bully things and shooting-skating guys.

The bosses I find quite fun to fight. Being able to fight against these large odd bosses making these challenges fun.

But you are not alone fighting, you have the choice to summon un-earthly forces named Chaos Legions. Through each stage you can unlock them all one by one.

There are a total of seven Legion’s that you can control.

• Guilt: Sword Legion, Attacks furiously with their broadswords.
• Hatred: Power Legion. Uses hand-to-hand combat.
• Malice: Arrow Legion. Archers that attack with crossbows.
• Arrogance: Shield Legion. A defensive legion that can absorb a significant amount of damage before their shields break.
• Flawed: Claw Legion. Agile legion that uses a pair of long claws as weapons.
• Blasphemy: Bomb Legion. Self-destructs as an attack mechanism.
• Thanatos: The Ultimate Legion and the strongest one in the game. It changes forms as you upgrade it, starting out as an egg, then a juvenile dragon-like creature with jagged metal wings, then an adult form of this dragon-like creature and finally changing into its "perfect" form; An angelic being with large wings.

You can equip two different groups of Legion’s throughout each stage. Different Legion’s also give you different powers in combat. So whatever the choice you can have different battle strategies in each stage.

• Sieg Wahrheitthe main character of the story, and a young Knight of the Dark Glyphs. He uses the forbidden power of the darkest of Glyphs to summon these creatures. His goal is to stop Victor from opening the gates of chaos which will destroy all worlds.
• You can also play as Arcia Rinslet once you clocked’ the game on medium. Her combat style is to fight with her guns or kick these beasts around. Her sweet foot work is fun through her gameplay. Arcia tags along with Sieg through the story.
• Victor Delacroix is a friend Sieg but is also the “bad guy” of the story. But Victor is possessed by the spirit of Azrail (the god of death in Hausa). Victor thinks he saw Sieg kill his lover, Siela, but was blinded by Azrails power and fails to see that he- Himself killed her. So Victor goes out trying to get the tools needed to open the gate of chaos to “Unite” the worlds into one so he can see her again.
• Siela Riviere is the victim in all this. Her death drives Victor into madness while all Sieg can do is to try and stop Victor. Siela’s dying words to Sieg, were: “Take care of Delacroix…” this is the reason why Sieg can’t kill him.

 

The story is quite confusing at first because it is based on the 7^th chaos legion novel. The novel is written by Tow Ubukata and sadly, it’s not in English. While Sieg is chasing down Victor he is meet with disappointment every time when he see that Victor has gotten what he has, the Three Sacred Glyphs, The tools to open up the gates of chaos. In the end the gates are open but then Victor finally see the truth, Victor killed Siela and he was the one being possessed by the dark spirit. So Victor commits suicide by falling off the side of this platform to join his love. But Azrail is now released so Sieg fights him and destroys him. When Sieg destroys Azrail, Siela appears but looks dark and evil. So Sieg fights her and release her from this final darkness. In the end Siela looks good and normal again but in another world. She says her thanks to Sieg and her goodbyes. Then Victor appears at her side and Sieg fades away. Know that Victor and Siela is now resting peacefully, Sieg is happy and so is Arcia. The end.

Overall the Gameplay is Excellent! It’s fun and fulfilling with its hack ‘n slash and control of awesome deadly un-earthly force. Arcia’s game play is fun as well with a rain of bullets and ballet-like combat style. The graphic would have been excellent at the time of 2003. Its gothic look giving a serious and adventurist feel to the game. But the story was a letdown because it was hard to understand.

I rate this game 8/10. I recommend this game to the hack ‘n slash lovers and the love of classic gaming.

Random creative writing - writing portfolio

A pirate who’s vain attitude to discover the richest and precious cargo of wrecked whips across the seas, lead to endless scandal, battles and thieves of his rivals. The race of looting seemed impossible with the enemy taking the lead. Enough was enough so he turned his takings to his opponents. With this pirates trickery, he stole what was rightfully his though the raging storms at the resting city. With the tides turning and the wealth building, his rampage caused a lot of attention towards him and the treasure he was seeking. Rumours of his capture and death spread though the seas. With this new bounty above his head and the damming secrets spreading around the ship, trust was hard to give. The pirate was doubtful against his crew. His plan of escape and safety was about to unfold. A storm brew before their eyes, a giant octopuses came out and flipped the ship over… The pirate was trapped in the bows of the ship. Screaming and yelling not of the destruction, but his obsessive wealth and treasure were sinking in the depths. He cries and gargles for this sad scene, blinding him of the dangers. His stubbornness made him swim down into the golden surrounding, desperately snatching and plucking the gold from these cool waters. He arose in anger, screaming and cursing. “Graa! Curse you all! All you bloody dogs will suffer my rath and revenge!”- Crunches and cracks, snaps and splits of the hull.“Argh! Arggggh!” Clutching his heart the pirate fall over in double. “I need daaa peeee ramediks!!” “I have a heeeartattack! Can you people not seeeeee!!” 111 was called and the helicopter flew over like a bird to its baby birds. But  the weather let out a surprising KABOOM which left the helicopter squashed on top of the pirate “arggggh…” The pirate was shocked of this new technology. “A bloody moving demon from the Cracken?’ His idea of this made him think he was going to Davy Jones locker. With the rest of his strength left, he prepared for death. Reflecting his life, proud of his adventures, he regrets nothing and dies holding the coins in his hand.

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A homeless boy walking through the streets around the beaches. All he had was a small bag on his back and a jacket at his side. Blessed with this summer heat, knowing that the night will be warm and dry. With this windless day the moments are a blessing.
His stomach groans and his hungry for food sets in. The boy goes off to the local shopping mall. He weaves through the people as fast and he can so he can avoid the security spotting him or worse, people who know him. He races off to the food court but that is not the location he wishes to be. He turns the corner and out runs outside of the mall to a small food stand. An old man standing, preparing and serving food to his customers. The boy wait in a small line of 3 slowly walking forward. Finally he reaches the front of the stand.

“hey yar’er.” The old man words mixed up with his thoughts. “Yah’ I ah’ still gotta finish up some uh… orders so uh… this will take about an hour or so? So’er… sit tight and I’ll be finishing soon.” His smile pulls up all his wrinkles. The boy smiles back and walks to an empty table with an umbrella open. The shade working well though this heat.

An hour passed. And after watching the seagulls begging and scrambling for left over chips. His fest is about to come. The old man packing up his stand and putting the left over deep fried chips and chicken into one big bowl. He walks over to the boy with the hot steaming food.
“Dig in” His ugly smile still remains as he set the bowl of food down on the table. The boy does what he says. He grabs the chips like pinching crab claws and swallows the chips down hole. “thank you sir!” He says with his mouth full.

“Your very welcome” The old man smile slowly died. “You never say anything… why are you… uh… hanging around the streets? Day and night? If you don’t mind me asking…”
The boy wishes not to listen to that question. His slowed his eating down but didn’t stop.
He shrugged his shoulders.

They both sat in silent for a few seconds. The question seemed like it hanged through the air expecting an answer.
“I don’t know…” The boy mumbled. “I don’t wana go home…”
“What’s wrong at ah… home?” said the old man.
“Nothing just… don’t like it there…”
“If you want uh… to you could stay with me, for a while and’er… Or not… um…”
The boy smiled to this offer. No way he could refuse the generous man’s care.
“ok” the boy said. “I don’t like home cause its crap.”
The old man had a thought of what his home would have been like. So he didn’t ask any more questions.

“Alright!” he said out loud. “Come and help me with this stuff and we’ll get going”
They both smiled, and the boy finished the bowl of food and helped the old man out.

If I was in charge of the school I would...

If I was in charge of school I would first change the teachers. I would make the teachers be more of themselves then to have them all treating the seniors like babies. I believe that if the teachers were more of themselves and were more open to the student then the relationship between each other would be more positive and this would make it more easier for the student to understand their learning being given. I also think this way the teachers would be able to teach the student in a more easy and fun. In future I believe that when a student goes off into the real world the chances of them becoming more sociable would be higher and would treat other teachers more of a friend then just being a teacher.

I would change the time school starts. So far I think that the starting and finishing of the school is too messy and confusing. There is also the problem of after school activities, when school finishes at 3:25 and a activity starts at 3:30, this is a major problem. So I would have 2 fixed school times. On Monday – Wednesday school starts at 9:00am – 3:00pm. Having a standard time throughout these days would help out with getting up in the morning and finishing at the same time as other schools. Then on Thursday – Friday school would start from 8:45 am – 2:45pm. I got to be honest. From 3 days in the week we would be wide away with our school work and by the end of the day finishing early and having a head start into the weekend is a treat into our hard work and personal life.

Lastly I would change the stupid prices of the school tuck shop, especially healthy food. This school charges too much for food and I feel ripped off. It’s a strain on the parents having to pay for the kid’s lunches at school. The price of food should be put down due to the difficulties of daily living and spending on food. These prices are UNFAIR. Bananas, apples, peaches, plums, oranges should only cost a few cents each the lower these prices are the healthier and more alert the kids of alfriston college can get. I don’t mind about the price of fatty foods for those prices should be out of reach. I think the fatty foods and surgery sweets should be put at high price to say the those types of foods are just treats.