A song I wrote myself

(This is a little rude and has no tune)

Dummy little idiots,
Don't know what to do.
They run like a chicken,
When they feel scared.
They run everywhere,
When they're being chased.
They'll get a special prize,
When they beat their record.

Dummy little idiots,
Don't know what to do.
They don't do anything,
When they feel bored.
Dummy little idiots,
Can't do anything
They don't have a brain,
So their so dumb.

Dummy little idiots,
don't know what to do.
They'll go ape,
When they're going wild.
They'll do the opposite,
Of all of your orders.
So say the opposite,
Of your very own orders.

First email that Kevin sent to Mum

Dear: Xiaojing


I'm Kevin. Dad was back at home now. He told me to write this note.

Dad wrote a note to Intergal energy to cut down the palm near the eletric line. Dad also finished his work which is with Lao Huang.

P.S: I made my own breakfast and my breakfast is a meat bun and a cup of water.

The performance at the Opera House

On 4/7/10 I went to perform at the Opera House with the Sydney Childrens' Choir and Gondwana Choir. I was so excited when I got there. It was so busy over there at the Opera House because (I think) they were waiting for the performance. When the performance started I sang and saw that the walls around us were all red and there must be more than a thousand people. When the performance was finished we were so tired so we went home and slept early.



P.S: I'm afraid that I'm not telling you everything.