My Trip to the Zoo (Alphabet Sentences)

     Last summer, I went to the zoo with my mom and some friends. My mom drove for 2 hours before we reached there. After we got our tickets, we went for a bus tour. On the bus tour we saw many animals. Flamingos stood in the water watching us with their arrogant necks, some sticking their legs out to tease the visitors. Eight lions snored loudly and didn't wake up when we passed them. Jaguars stared evilly at us, which kind of scared me. Giant elephants stomped their feet while stuffing their mouths full of hay. Happy-looking pandas chewed slowly at their bamboo with satisfaction. Chunky hippos hid shyly in the water, only showing their two tiny ears that can't seem to match their gigantic body size. Schools of small fish swam around the hippos so fast it made me dizzy. Kangaroo mommies hopped around their territory, holding their babies in the pouches. Zebras galloped crazily round and round inside their fences. I wondered if they wanted to escape and go to the wild.  Vipers were asleep inside large glass cages. Those are about all the animals that I saw on the tour. Wait, no, that's not all. Pardon me for my bad memory. Uhhh, those tigers still creep me out. "Roared me half to death, oh yes they did!" I told my dad when we got home. Now we were heading for the theater to watch a movie about nature. Quietly, we sat down in an empty tow of seats. Babies sat in the front row with their mommies, silently, like educated grown-ups. Daddies sat next to their wives, like guards. X-rays were in progress next door for a sick animal when the movie ended, so we watched them through a window. Yoshiro, who was the assistant vet, shooed us off when he saw us, which ended our visit to the zoo.

Carter’s Dream Truck

 

It was a great truck, a fantastic truck, the truck Carter had wanted for a long time. No one had ever seen a truck like it. It made Carter so happy.

Carter was the eleven year old son of Mr. and Mrs. Catilina. He was still pretty immature and liked to play with his old matchbox truck. Carter was sleeping peacefully when he saw his old truck become a real one in his childish dream.

Carter was standing in an unknown place, probably miles away from home, only holding his toy truck. He thought sadly, “If only my truck were real, then I could drive home now.” He stood there silently, looking upset. But suddenly the truck in his hand began to expand. He let go of it and backed off as the truck became larger than Carter himself. Soon, the truck stopped expanding. Carter could hardly believe his eyes! His toy had become real! He eagerly got in the driver’s seat and tried to turn on the engine. But the engine was as dead as a doornail.

He was trying to figure out what was wrong when a light popped up and a voice said, “NO FUEL! NO FUEL!”

Carter was startled, but he quickly calmed down, and got himself to think. “This truck has no gasoline, so we need to get some,” he said to himself. “But how?”

He looked around the place, but there was no gas station here, so he scouted farther away. About half an hour later, Carter found a gas station  two miles away. When he came back to the truck, he knew the only way to get it to the gas station was to push it. Surprisingly, the large truck was nearly weightless and was  not hard to push along. Soon, he got the truck to the gas station and fuel was gushing into the tank. Luckily, Carter had his birthday money in his pocket, so he paidfor  the gas with that.

He finally got the truck going on the road and was trying to find a way home when he saw a GPS screen. He swiftly typed in his house’s address and pressed GO. Just as Carter was about step on the accelerator, the truck lurched forward. He was surprised to learn that his toy truck had not only became real, but could drive itself. It was already dawn, so more cars were on the road. As traffic grew thicker, Carter noticed that the truck could jump to the front of an unmoving line of cars. That made the return home faster.

When he got home later in the morning, his mom, instead of saying something like, “I missed you! Where were you?” She said, “Wake up! You’ll be late for school!”

Carter figured out that it had been just a dream, and that his mom was waking him up for school. He loved that dream, and just wished it could have been real. He changed his clothes, put his toy truck in his pocket, and went downstairs, feeling happier than ever!   

Casey’s Long Lost Card

       In the city of Denver, Colorado, there lives a good-looking girl named Casey. She has a good temper and always likes to make new friends. She’s open-minded and very jolly. Right now she is in her sixth and final year at Universal Elementary School. Casey and her parents are going move to a new house that will be closer to the junior high and high school that she will attend.

      Casey has always wanted to find the postcard that her friend gave to her in 4th grade. On the moving day, she is sorting out her books from her shelf in her bedroom when she finds the card by accident. She had known that the card was somewhere inside the house, but just not where. She is dusting off some of the really old picture books that she has had since Kindergarten. The postcard glides down next to her from a baby book called Zoo. This is the card that she has been trying to find. It reminds her of a very close friend who moved to another state.

Emily had been Casey’s friend since they were in preschool. At recess, they could always be found with each other. As they both grew up together, they learned that they had many similar interest, such as singing, picking flowers, and making bracelets. But when they were in fourth grade, Emily had to leave because her dad found a better job  in another state. Right before she left, she gave Casey a postcard. These were her words on  the postcard, “Even though we are separated, our friendship is not.” The letters were written in red, which was her favorite color. It also had a colorful drawing of Casey and Emily standing together in a flower bed.  Stuck on the card was also a bookmark made of dried leaves and roses that they had always made when they were little. The scent of rose petals was very good, and Casey could smell it even now. The card was very important to her and she valued it a lot.

This postcard from Emily reminds Casey to write a letter to her, call her or maybe even Skype with her. They have a fun time chatting, and getting to know how the other is doing.

My Gunky Trip to Jordan

      In the summer of 2011, my parents and I spent a week of our summer vacation in Jordan. We booked the hotels, bought tickets, and boarded the plane. Luckily, there were no delays, and it only took about twenty hours for us to reach Jordan,

including a stop in Paris for about three hours.

But something gross happened when we were in Paris waiting for the plane. A drunk man stumbled past us, holding some half-eaten junk food from McDonalds. Right when he was about to turn the corner and be out of view, he bent over, puking gunk mixed with wine all over the floor. That scene was so disgusting, I will never forget it.

         By the time we reached our hotel in the downtown part of Jordan at midnight, we were exhausted from the long plane rides. My parents slept in one of the beds, while I slept in the other. We were snoring in just a matter of seconds.

        Next morning, after sleeping our fill, we went to rent a car. Most of the cars were very junky, so it took us a long time to find one that was reasonable. But when we opened the trunk of one sedan, it stunk a lot. Inside was a rotten carcass of a skunk. It must have somehow snuck into the trunk and gotten stuck in when no one opened it. It must have starved to death because there was no food in there. I almost fell down from the surprise. The manager apologized and cleaned up the mess.  Then he found us a tidy SUV for a good price. We agreed, paid money, and drove the SUV away.

       Our destination was a unique museum on the outskirts of town that contained valuable artifacts from the lands of Jordan.   I liked the museum’s crafts, especially the ancient clay pots, which were very delicately and beautifully decorated. After the museum, I was hungry and we were pretty far away from town, so we found a little traditional Arabic restaurant. The food was delicious, and we enjoyed tasting the flavors new to us. After eating we needed to use the restroom, so my mom asked the cashier where they were.  She told us it was right next door, to our right. The restrooms stunk so much we almost fainted. There were a lot flies hovering over dried lumps of poo. A lot of drunk men and women stood outside swigging beer joking around.

Even though I had lots of fun in Jordan, the many gunky images destroyed all the happy moments and made me hate this vacation!  

Fatima’s Birthday

       Fatima is a sixth grader at Bam Bam Elementary School. Her parents are very rich business people, so she always gets what she asks for.

    This year, Fatima’s parents are planning a big party for her eleventh birthday. She sent an invitation to almost everyone in sixth grade at their school. A lot of people have been to her house and liked it a lot , so they bought Fatima presents and went to her birthday  party.

         Halfway through party, Fatima began opening her gifts. Her eyes were immediately filled with greed as she ripped the presents open with her hands, feet, and teeth. Her classmates watched in horror as Fatima hungrily looked through each gift.

        Everyone got her good gifts, but they did not get what Fatima wanted the most, which was a Beach Doll Barbie with complete clothing. The main reason why her friends didn’t get her this was because they thought she was too old to play with Barbies. When she figured out that no one got her the Barbie, her face became bright red with fury. It looked as if she was about ready to blow up.

She could not stop  herself from exposing her real personality. Fatima started screaming and cursing, “Why didn’t I get the (CURSE)  Barbie? WHY?”

Her friends, as guests, didn’t know what to do. They just stood there, frozen by terror. Only Fatima’s older brother, Curtis, stood up to his sister.

    Curtis tried to calm her down. ” Please stop, Fatima! You won’t always get what you want every time. Maybe you will get it next year.”

“ No,” Fatima yelled, “I want the (curse) Barbie right now!”

By this time all of the friends that had come to the party had left, afraid of the this insane and psycho Fatima. After fifteen minutes with Fatima stomping around throwing gifts into the air and cursing, Curtis finally got Fatima back to normal and taught her a lesson of not being so greedy. “All your friends left before even eating any cake. Are you happy with this ending to your party?”

Nursery Rhyme

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.

      Jack and Jill were the son and daughter of a poor family that lived at the base of a hill. They went up the hill to fetch water instead of turning on a faucet because they lived in the old times when faucets were not invented yet. They went up there to get water from a well at the top. Their mom wanted to wash the dirty clothing, so she sent them to fetch some water. Jack and Jill were still little and they couldn’t carry a full pail of  water all the down back home, so their mom let them take a young, small donkey with them.

Jack and Jill started the journey in the morning, right after their mom asked them to go. They never liked walking up the hill, so they took turns riding on the donkey’s back. The walk to the well took a very long time because they were still young. When they reached the top, it was already noon. They finally got the water pumped up with some difficulty, drank some of it, and started to go back home.

The donkey was not very sturdy and always leaned off to the side where the water was. Once, it nearly fell over and spilled some water. After that, Jack and Jill both started walking next to the donkey, in case it did fall over and spill all of the water. They knew if that happened, their mom would be very mad that they returned empty-handed. For a long time, nothing special happened, except that Jill got stung by an angry bee.

Then two ugly accidents happened almost at the same time. This time the donkey really did lose its balance and fall, but it did not happen the way Jack had imagined it would. The donkey’s fall was heavy, and it knocked Jack off his feet and sent him flying down the slope. Jack fell down head first onto the ground. The only thing that saved him was that the ground had no rocks. His skull was severely damaged and he blacked out immediately. Jill came tumbling right after Jack because the heavy water pail knocked her over the edge of the trail. She slid down next to Jack safely. Apart from a lot of  scratches and bruises, she was fine.

Jill kept on calling for help until a farmer heard them and came to the rescue. Jill went home after being looked at by the doctors, but Jack stayed at the hospital for a few extra days, in order to fix his “crown.”  

The Oops

       Mrs. Green is a chubby and open-minded lady in her early 50s. She is a very fast worker, but always likes to do things at the last second. Right now she is planning to have a party. She will bake a big loaf of banana bread and cook many other dishes. The main course is still the bread, though.

On the day of the party, she starts to make the dough for the bread. When she is putting the ingredients together, she accidentally think yeast is flour, and adds too much of it. But Mrs. Green is too excited about the party to notice that mistake. She puts the mixture into the mixer, and stirs it until it is smooth.  Next, she shapes the lump of dough into the perfect loaf of bread.

She puts it on a plate to rise a bit, while she goes to Costco to get groceries for the other dishes. When she comes back, the size of her bread shocks her. It has filled up almost all of her medium-sized kitchen. She quietly mutters the word “oops” to herself. After a lot of grunting and sweating, Mrs. Green finally gets the giant loaf into her yard. She  sits down a chair,  wondering what she should do with the dough. Suddenly, as if by magic, an idea pops into her mind. Mrs. Green has gone camping a few times and knows how to make a campfire. So she makes a sizeable one and hangs the big loaf over it with clean metal rods she has found. Now, when the bread is finished, she places it on many sheets of tinfoil, surrounded by many other dishes.

When the guests come, they are amazed at the size of the banana bread. Everybody loves the food, especially the bread. Even though all the guests eat a lot of the bread, there is still three-fourths left.

Mrs. Green’s “oops” ended up being a huge success. Also, the bread will last for a long time before it is finished.

Letter about Astrocamp

April 9, 2012

Dear Fourth Grader,

    Hello, fourth grader, my name is Justin Wei and I am in fifth grade right now. I am here to talk to you about Astrocamp, which I am sure you are very excited to go to. There are many fun activities waiting for you to do. You will learn a lot of interesting things in science. Here is some advice for you when you go next March.

    When you get there, you need to be very lucky to have a funny and good instructor. The best is PJ, although Bob and Millie are pretty funny, too.  But if you get someone else, don’t be upset. The dorms at Astrocamp are all very comfortable and clean so you don’t have to worry about anything like bugs or disease. You will also get to pick your dorm people. The fifth grade teachers will let you have at least one friend in your dorm.

As you may know, the most popular activity at Astrocamp is the zipline. The hardest part of it is climbing the rope stairs. It is very wobbly and your foot might get stuck. A good way to climb is by stepping on the knots, which are sturdier. But when you are ziplining, it isn’t scary at all. The best way to speed up is, by curling up into a ball. There is also “The Maze,” which is really fun. It’s totally dark, but you can’t get lost. Always check your left, right, up, and down if you think you’ve reached a dead end.

You may also get to build your own bottle rocket. My advice is to make the rocket’s fins gyro-(you’ll learn what it means at Astrocamp), which makes it fly straighter and higher.   

    There is a class called Atmosphere and Gases. You get three balloons filled with different gases. One of them is flammable and will burst into flames. Don’t be afraid to test your balloon “bravely.” The flammable balloon bursting into flames is very cool and you won’t regret doing it.

    This is about all the advice I am going to give you for now. After all, I don’t really want to tell you everything and ruin your trip to Astrocamp for you. Hope you have a great time!

 

Sincerely,

Justin W.

 

The Motorcycle Kid and the Coyote ( a modern fable story of Mr. Dongguo and the Wolf)

March 17, 2012

   Right after lunch, a young kid zoomed down the dirt trail of a forest on his motorcycle. On his back, there was a small backpack filled with energy bars and drinks. He was training for a worldwide motorcycle race. With his gleaming helmet, and headphones, he looked very stylish in the forest.

         Suddenly, a frantic coyote jumped out of a bush right in front of him. This caused the motorist to brake his bike abruptly. He slid the visor of his helmet, and looked at the coyote with suspicion. The coyote said,  panting heavily,”Sir, I beg you, please help me. A hunter is after my beautiful fur. Just let me hide in your backpack. If you save me, I will never forget your kindness.”

        The young teen looked at the coyote with hesitation, and felt pity for it. He said, "Okay, I will help you.” He dumped all the energy bars and drinks out and tried to stuff the coyote in. But the pack was not very big, plus the coyote’s body was pretty fat, so no matter how hard he tried to push the coyote in, it wouldn’t fit.

       The sound of a horse galloping could be heard now. The coyote said frantically, “Please hurry, the hunter is coming!” Then the coyote curled itself as small as a hairy ball. The kid used some extra climbing rope from his backpack and tied the coyote’s legs together. Now he could put the coyote easily into his backpack. He shouldered it, and then started the engine.

       Right after that, a fierce looking hunter with a shotgun in his hand caught up with the young kid. He couldn’t find any traces of the coyote, so he asked the kid, “Excuse me, did you see a coyote running down this path?”

        “No,” said the young teen, who knew this forest very well, “I didn’t see a coyote. There are lots of side paths on this trail, so it might have gone in one of them.”

        The hunter went away, hoping to find the coyote. In the backpack said a muffled voice, “You can let me out now.” The young kid unzipped the pack and untied the coyote. It stretched its body, licked its lips hungrily and said in a wicked tone, "Sir, right now I am really hungry, and if I can’t find food I’m going to starve and eventually die. Since you saved my life, do me one more favor. Let me eat you!” Immediately, it pounced for the scared teen with its fangs bared.

       The young kid was shocked. He didn’t have time to jump on the motorcycle and escape, so he leaped for the other side of the bike. The coyote chased the teen in circles around the bike. The teen was yelling, “YOU VILLAIN! YOU VILLAIN!” at the coyote.

At that moment, a ranger drove by in his sporty Jeep. The teen ran to him for help. He told the ranger the whole story and asked, “Do I deserve to be eaten by that coyote?”

But the coyote told the ranger a different story. He said, “That kid tied me up into a ball, stuffed me in a small bag and squashed me with lots of weird smelling stuff. He is trying to kill me!”

The ranger thought for a while, and said, “I don’t believe that. You are too big to fit into this teens’ backpack. Please show me how it is possible.”

So both of them did what they had done before. But right after the coyote was packed, the ranger told the young teen, “Never take pity on or trust a wild coyote.” He took out a Taser gun from his belt and shot the coyote.

The End

Crazy Synonyms -- My Berserk Dream

       Last night I had an insane dream. It was the scariest dream I have ever had. Even though the creatures I saw in the dream were fantasy, they looked very real. I had found a small baby water dragon by the sidewalk. I don’t know how idiotic I was when I picked it up, thinking it was cute.

        Then suddenly, time skipped ahead. I was taking the baby dragon to a lake called Lunatic Lake for a walk. The lake was named that because there were rumors of a mad dragon living in the depths of the fathomless lake. Some of my neighbors had seen me go to that screwy place pretty often. That is how I earned the nickname Screwball.

We then went down to the sandy shore. While the little dragon played with the sand, I looked out to the middle of the lake, wondering if there really was a psycho water dragon in there. Then suddenly, the water dragon baby slid smoothly into the water. Even though these dragons are supposed to swim, this baby dragon had never done that before. I yelled and screamed like a crazed child. After I was sure I had lost my baby dragon, I stopped yelling and rested for a while, then started walking home. But after taking ten short steps, I was startled by the sound of splashing. When I turned around, what I saw was breathtaking. A maniacal fully grown water dragon towered over me. My baby dragon was perched on its head. The big dragon was as mad as a March hare for taking his baby as a pet. I started running away like a maniac, yelling, “Please, don’t hurt me! I treated your baby kindly! Please let me go.” But the dragon was way too fast. He bit me in the middle, and I woke up with a start.

I was relieved it was just a dream. My middle did hurt because I was curled up for too long. As I said in the beginning, this dream was very ridiculous.

A Day of Fun

 

      I always have ideas about I would spend a day if  my mom didn’t plan anything special for me. This is only one of the many ideas I have that would make a regular day super enjoyable.

       In the morning, I would first sleep to 8:30 with no one to disturb me. Then, for breakfast, I would like to have six eggs, two cooked hard boiled, two fried as sunny side ups, and the last two scrambled. I’ve always hoped to break my record of five eggs in one day. Eggs satisfy me greatly. After finishing all those eggs and having a rest, I would want to go play tennis with some of my friends.  My friend Darren, and I could first rally for a while. Then, after warming up, we could play a couple of games. Tennis matches are very competitive, especially if I play with someone on a similar level as I am. When we get tired, we could then eat lunch together at a Chinese restaurant. I would be so hungry that I wouldn’t be able to stop my mouth from watering.

        In the afternoon, my mom would drive me to play golf at the Claremont Golf Course with another friend, Big Justin. Golf is very interesting, but not tiring at all. It also lets me relax and spend time together with my family and friends. When I hit the balls well, it makes me very happy. When I get home, I could take a warm shower.

        Later, I would curl up on the sofa and play video games on my PSP as a rest. I have many games like street racing and ancient China fighting games.  Playing these games always makes me feel glad that  I can learn Chinese history. The games are designed so realistically that I think I am there in that game world. Dad could bring Chinese fast food on his way home from work. When I’ve eaten my fill, I could go upstairs to play games on the computer while I wait for mom and dad to finish taking their showers. I really like to play a game called Battle Gear 2. The levels are intense and I might lose the battle if I stop paying attention for even one second. Then we could watch a movie. I love to watch comedy films with my family. Sometimes, the movie is so funny that I laugh till my stomach hurts. After the movie, if there is still time to read, then I would sit on my bed and read my Redwall series, which is one of my favorite for now. It lets me be still and have silence after a long day.  Finally , I can  lie down in my soft, comfy bed ,and sleep in peace.

       This is the way I would LOVE to spend a day. But of course, that is impossible. I still need to do my homework and also go to school. But sometimes, it makes me happy just to think about it.

My Visit to The Grocery Store

   Last Saturday, I went to the Chinese grocery store called 99 Ranch Market with my mom. We were short on vegetables, seafood and some     special traditional cooking sauces.

        When we arrived at the store, the place looked quiet and orderly. Mom went to get some asparagus the moment she saw them on sale in the flyer. I immediately smelled the familiar scent of seafood and poultry. I directly headed for the seafood aisle to watch the fish being cleaned, chopped, and fried. I was happy to see whole salmon on sale. Salmon is one of my favorite fish. Mom checked the salmon’s gills to see if it was fresh. After she picked one, the worker started to clean it and was ready to chop it into pieces. I heard the rushing water and the sound of knife striking fish. But suddenly, our fish made a humongous leap and struck the worker squarely in the face. He furiously pounded the fish more to make sure it wouldn’t jump again. I laughed and said that mom picked a good and strong fish. I made mom promise to cook it well.  After awhile my nose pick up an aroma of noodles. I arrived just in time to get the last serving of the sample. It tasted very spicy and savory. Then I went to help mom pick some corn from the big pile. The corn silk was very tickly and I giggled a lot. While picking the corn, I heard a Shanghai couple nearby arguing non stop and I got very annoyed and stalked off sulkily. After that, I went to pick out a watermelon for my mom. The watermelons were better to feel because of the smooth surface. I tried many more samples, such as Chinese sausages, and dumplings, and felt full. Our cart was piled high with groceries. We could barely fit the lot into the trunk. It is always enjoyable to visit the grocery stores.

The Day I Met Osama Bin Laden

 

I decided to travel back in time to September 2001, to look for Osama Bin Laden in Afghanistan. As everyone knows, Bin Laden hijacked four passenger jets to crash into various buildings in America that were important to the United States. He did all of this so that the United States and the world would hear what he wanted to tell us. I wanted to meet him so I could persuade him to do something else instead of killing almost 3,000 innocent people. Then I would change history and save the World Trade Center from collapsing. I would meet him in his hidden cave. I could pretend to be a tourist and see one of his followers buying cigarettes and beer in a shop. Then I gave him money so he could take me to Bin Laden’s hiding place. It was one week before September 11, 2001 attacks, early enough to stop the tragedy.

When I arrived at his cave, we talked about religion, which is his favorite topic. I showed how much I liked it, hoping that he would like me more and more. Then I got to the point. I told him, “I have come from the future. Your plan will go wrong. The World Trade Center will collapse and a lot of people will die. As a result, the whole world will hate you and want revenge!” I also asked him, “Anyway, it wouldn’t trouble you to think of another scheme to let the Americans hear you with your fantastic mastermind, would it, O’ Mighty One?” I told him it was not worthwhile. I also tried to lure him out of the cave to the beautiful world outside, but whatever I did or said to him, he wouldn’t budge.  

Golfing (Feb. 2012)

        Last summer I learned how to play golf. I learned this skill from my dad and a golf coach named Bruce Thompson. My whole family enjoys this sport greatly because it’s not tiring and it lets us spend time together. The directions for playing aren’t hard to follow, but if you don't do them right, you're not going to play well.

        First, you need the right equipment. The right clubs are usually found in all the golf stores. But you still need a professional recommendation. The type of clubs you need depend on your strength, height, weight, age, and skill level. Next, find a golfing range to practice. Then, get a good coach to teach you to play golf. You could start practicing with different clubs like woods or irons. You should also learn to do chipping, putting and sand. All of these are very important before you can go to the real golf course. After you’re pretty good at it, maybe you could let the coach take you up to the golf course to try out your skills and also learn some basic rules for tournaments while playing. Maybe after constant practice, you could become a pro!

Improvements For Claremont Bungalows

There are several ways that the Bungalows, where I live, could be improved. First, the playground could be better. I think instead of a play area, it could be made into a swimming pool. Another idea for improvement is having bumpers in the streets. They slow down many fast cars that may cause injuries. The final suggestion is for the neighbors to watch each others’ houses for any burglars and strangers.

It’s a good idea to have a swimming pool in our complex because many people who want have to drive to Claremont Club. By having a pool, it would save us lots of time and gas. Having bumpers is also good because many children play on the streets. When the cars are fast, they have less time to stop, and they could bump into the children, which may cause a severe injury or accident. Having neighbors watching for burglars is also good because then not a lot of houses will  be broken into by thieves. The community would be much safer.

        To change the playground into a pool, maybe we could have a vote in the neighborhood. If the majority of people want a pool, we should put one in. As for the bumpers, I could write a letter to the management company about how bumpers make a big difference in the community. To encourage the neighborhood to watch for thieves, maybe we could design a website for the to keep everyone alerted.

PSP 1000

2065 New Haven Ave.

Claremont, CA, 91711

February 4, 2012

Joel Ordesky,  

Sony Electronics

8500 Beverly Blvd,

Los Angeles, CA 90025

Dear Mr. Ordesky

Hello, Mr. Ordesky, please let me introduce myself. My name is Justin Wei, a fifth grader at Chaparral Elementary School. I am writing this letter to you with some complements, as well as some suggestions for making your products better. This product that I am talking about is the PSP 1000.

The best part about the PSP 1000 is that I can download many games onto the Memory Stick and play game discs with it. Unlike the iPad, I can play any type of games on my PSP. It gives me a lot of fun when I am alone or with friends. Just like what PSP stands for, it is easy to pack and take on trips. It feels light and is really comfortable to hold in hand. It is also very good when we’re driving on the road. The screen is small, so I don’t get dizzy that fast.

There are some parts of the PSP that could be better. The Left and Right buttons can break off easily, so maybe you could make the connection rod stronger. There is also not enough memory for more than a couple of games, unless I buy a memory stick with a larger capacity. Mr. Ordesky, you could make the memory on the PSP a bit larger without requiring us to spend extra money for the memory stick. Last of all, every time I turn my PSP on, I always worry about losing all the scores that I have earned for my games. This happens to me frequently. You could try to fix up that problem with the PSP, couldn’t you?

In all, I think the PSP 1000 is still a great product to have. Thank you for making this fantastic electronic, Mr. Ordesky!

Sincerely,

Justin Wei

My Bedroom

  

 

I love to spend time in my small, cozy bedroom. Located on the second story of our house, the only window faces south, so lots of sunshine warms up my room. A short case of books in the left hand corner next to the closet also displays lots of reading materials, including my Chinese textbooks. The comfortable twin-sized bed in the center of the room also offers me a nice place to sleep and read. Two ancient nightstands add more taste and color to my room. Two china vase lamps on the nightstands provide me lights for reading in the evening. I love the motorcycle telephone that my mom bought for me on my 7th birthday. I always put one or two books on the nightstands to read. A wall sticker of a Jeep crashing out of wall behind the head of my bed catches everyone's sight. Three horse and cowboy paintings hang on the wall to brighten my little world.

      Usually I feel warmer and brighter in my room than the other rooms in the house. The morning sun keeps my bed snug all day long. I also have my PSP kept in one of the nightstands, so  that I can play it in my free time. I also have a small piggy bank in the night stand with other collections and gifts. I count my money on the bed, feeling like I’ve become the world’s richest boy who can afford a Porsche.  And when I look at my trophies on the top of the book case, the memories of golfing appear in my mind. That makes me very happy and proud.  I enjoy the time in my room.

Pink Goo (an invented story)

 

Monday, November 20, 2011, on Thanksgiving week, Boo Dabbers broke into an underground bubble gum factory located under a small ranch house in  Claremont, CA, for revenge. He  was arrested on his way to Arizona after four days of investigation.

The intruder, Boo Dabbers, is in his late 30s. He was an employee who had worked for the bubble gum factory, on New Laden Ave. owned by Gog Lad, until last month when he was fired for selling Gog’s gum recipe to a competitor.

The factory is hidden by a spell. It appears if you say the password right. Boo succeeded in entering by using the last code. He made the melted pink river overflow by pressing a button that plugs up the tube which transports the pink substance to be made to gum. It slowly flowed out out of the factory and into the house where Mr. Lad lived. He was on vacation with his kids when this happened.

The neighbors called the police when they noticed the pink gooey substance oozing from all the doors and windows of the small ranch home. The call was made a day after the incident.