2009 – 2010 Competitions

CLEVER COMPETITIONS ONE TO THREE: ACROSTIC NAME COMPETITION; PET POEM COMPETITION; SIZZLING SUMMER STORY COMPETITION

CLEVER COMPETITION NUMBER ONE: ACROSTIC NAME COMPETITION

In this Competition, you were asked to write an Acrostic Poem based on the letters of your own name.  Here are the ten best entries!

FIRST PLACE:

Jayesh Chatlani  (Kowloon Junior School, Class 3C)

J is for joy, laughter and happiness! A is for awesome, out of this world! Y is for yearn, your inner most desire! E is for enjoyable, when you feel the best! S is for special, one of a kind! H is for happiness, full of smiles!

Jayesh is the best!!!!

SECOND PLACE:

Anekah Narain, Kowloon Junior School, Class 2L

Action-packed

Naughty but nice

Energetic

Kicking and jumping

Always on the run

Hyperactive! This is me!

THIRD PLACE:

Francesca May, French International School, P5A

Fantastic

Resourceful

Adventurous

Naughty

Cheeky

Excellent

Superb

Crazy

Artful

HONOURABLE MENTION:

Valarie Lee, Class 3T, Kowloon Junior School

Vivid

Aggressive

Lively

Attractive

Responsive

Intelligent

Ecstatic

RUNNERS-UP

Micayla Baltazar, Kowloon Junior School, Class 2T

Marvellous

Imaginative

Cheeky

Authentic

Young

Lovely

Awesome

Yat Ming Luk  (no details supplied)

youngaggressivetalkativemodernintelligentnoisygentle  

Stephanie A. Chao. Kowloon Junior School, Class 3M.

Special

Terrific

Excited

Pleasant

Hard at working

Always concentrating

Nervous

Interesting

Excellent

Alexis (no details supplied)

Always happy Loves singing Especially Excited X-ercise’s a lot Icecream is my favourite Smart at English

Tin Heng MAK, Class 3T Kowloon Junior School

Taunted Introverted Not negative Helpful Educated well Not cold blooded Gullible

Ashley (no details supplied)

Active

Silly

Hilarious

Loud

Effective

Young

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CLEVER COMPETITION NUMBER TWO:   A POEM ABOUT PETS!

We had some fantastic entries to my Pet Poem Competition – with a total of 27 entries from four different schools!  Well done all of you! It was very hard choosing between you all. Here are the top ten entries:

FIRST PLACE:

Myu Inoue & Jasmine Hui (Year 6.3, Shatin Junior School)

My hamster Jam   My hamster Jam, Really loves ham. I give her treats, And she nibbles my feet. She likes to sleep, While counting sheep. She loves me, AND SO DO WE!!!

SECOND PLACE:

Nathaniel Richards (Year 3 Quarry Bay School)

Fish Poem

My fish is cool.

In a pool.

Oh no it’s dead!

I put it on my bed.

Where do I bury it? What should I do?

Maybe I’ll flush it down the loo!

THIRD PLACE:

Esther Liang ( Year 3, Quarry Bay School)

My Perfect Cat

My perfect cat loves to drink milk,

As it drinks milk it plays with silk.

My wonderful cat has a long brown tail,

It likes to dance through the hail.

It is kept in a cage,

It sometimes gets in a rage.

In the morning it goes to the mat,

Unfortunately it is too fat.

HONOURABLE MENTION:

Abby Gan (Year 3, Quarry Bay School)

Goldfish Poem

My goldfish can float,

And it doesn’t need a boat!

My goldfish can squiggle,

But it can’t wriggle!

He breathes from his gills,

He won’t climb hills!

My fish is gold,

But now it’s cold!

RUNNERS-UP:

Rebekah Miller (Year 3, Quarry Bay School)

I have a fish that goes to school

Inside a pool that’s super cool.

She won a silver pin

And traded it for a shiny fin.

She likes to swim a race

With a tiny bit of grace.

She secretly got out side…..

And then she DIED!!!!

Hahn-Lon Lam (Year 3, Quarry Bay School)

Fish

My fish lives in water,

With my lovely, fishy daughter.

My fish lives in pools,

With fishes in schools.

My fish is scaly,

But we clean it daily.

He lives under a lamp,

Where it’s damp.

Vanessa Kwok (Year 3, Quarry Bay School)

Goldfish poem:

I have a fish called Sin,

He has a broken fin,

He never giggles,

Always wriggles,

He likes to stare,

But he’s been eaten by a bear!

Jason Chow (Year 3, Quarry Bay School)

My fish is cool and swims in pools.

But never ever visits schools.

My fish has small special gills.

And never builds fire hot grills.

I give him weeds.

And feed him seeds.

And now he speaks Japanese!

Richelle Yau (Year 3, Quarry Bay School)

My favourite animal is a tiger

Every day he is getting wider.

In the night when the wind blows

My tiger glows.

His paws are furry

And he is in a hurry.

He is fast

And sometimes has a blast.

Jack Thompson (Year 3, Quarry Bay School)

My favourite animal is a Lizard.

Once I put him in a blizzard.

If you touch his long long tail

You might even here him wail.

He has very slippery scales

But they’re not as sharp as nails.

 

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CLEVER COMPETITION NUMBER THREE: A Sizzling Summer Story Competition

In this competition you were asked to submit a story either about an alien invasion, or a ghost story set in your school, or a mystery featuring a dog detective.

Here was the clever and very funny winning entry by Li Yan Wa of Class 5E, Canadian International School, Hong Kong: 

AN ALIEN INVASION

By Li Yan Wa

“What do you get when you cross an alien with a flower? You wouldn’t want to smell it!”

Groan. I hate it when my little brother Antonio does this. Lame jokes all the time.

The usual response, “Shaddup and do your homework, Ant.”

“What if there’s no homework, Claire bossy-boots?”

“What?”

“Cause there’s an alien invasion, stupid.”

“Stop being so obsessed with aliens, Ant.” I snap back at him.

Recently Mom and Dad have decided that he is old enough to stay up late and watch horror movies. And there’s a LOT about aliens.

I walk out of the room. “Aliens, aliens, aliens.” I mutter. “Is that all you talk about?”

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Meanwhile on Planet Zurg, Human Being No.1 is being observed.

“Cool moves.” Salika blips to Zargyl. She tries to mimic it. She fails and slumps to the floor like a piece of Jell-o.

“Hahaha.” Zargyl does a somersault in the air. “Watch this.” He tries to do a split with his jellylike legs, but gets so tangled and twisted that he finally gives up.

The eraser doors open. A wrinkled jelly figure makes its way slowly across the transparent tiles.

“Hi, Grandpa.” The younger two blip in unison. Zargyl does his best to quickly untangle himself.

“What have you two been doing? Fighting?” the wrinkled-as-a-prune alien scrutinizes them.

“Uh, no. We were having a flexibility contest.” Salika blips before Zargyl can do anything.

“Uh huh.” Zargyl bobs his head slowly.

“Well never mind, what you’ve been doing? Human Being No.1 status?” Grandpa smooths himself out.

“All well.” Zargyl reports.

“Good. Now follow me.” Grandpa leads them to a fairly dark room.

Salika and Zargyl gasp simultaneously when they see what is in front of them.

A blue coloured spacecraft. The body is a cardboard box with a plastic cover. On the sides are glued a 90 set square, and on the set squares bottom there are a pair of releasable dividers.

“Does it have to be that small?” Zargyl frowns.

Salika has figured that out long ago. “Stupid, we are going to Earth. And we don’t want humans to notice us. Plus, we know how to minimize and magnify ourselves, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“You don’t seem too sure.” Salika says. “Have you forgotten how to do it?”

“Yes. But – “ Zargyl is cut off by Grandpa clearing his throat.

“Uh-mmm. You will have 2 days to prepare. Zargyl, go pack up while I teach Salika how to drive this thing.”

“Aren’t you going with us?” Salika inquires.

“No. You are going to go all by yourself. What you have to do is this.” Grandpa hands a sheet of paper to Salika. “And here’s the sheet for humans to read.” He hands another sheet to her.

“ 1. Collect samples of soil.

2. Take an Earth plant.

3. Try to befriend a human being.

4. No VIOLENCE (this one meant for Zargyl).

5. D —“

“What? I’m not violent!” Zargyl, who is eavesdropping, butts in.

“If you’re not violent, then hear this:

5. DO NOT try samples of human food. (This one meant for Zargyl too.)” Salika is clearly smirking behind the paper.

Zargyl storms out of the room. Salika and Grandpa laughs.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

“Go, go, go, aliens!” I can tell that Ant is playing his favorite NDS game about aliens. He’s almost got the whole memory chip full of alien games.

“Ant, how ‘bout you doing one hour of literacy?” I raise my right eyebrow.

“OK, OK. After I win this game!” He is clearly going to not keep his promise. I take Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix from the bookshelf and plop it onto his desk.

I walk into my room and switch on my TV. The so-called-vicious aliens are on TV AGAIN! It’s getting a bit on my nerves. I switch the TV off and read another chapter of Wind, sand, and stars. Anyways, reading this does beat watching BORING ALIEN TV.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

“Do the magnify-yourself-thingy again. You’re still not to the average size.” Salika instructs Zargyl. Zargyl makes an ace and magnifies himself. This time it is a little bit too large.

“A little bit smaller.” Zargyl shrinks. This time it is perfect.

“Yes! Yes! You did it. But you were way off time.” Salika points to the timer. Zargyl looks.

“What! 10 minutes and 48 seconds? You must be joking! That thing’s broken!” Zargyl splutters.

Salika ignores him. “Come on, this is your last chance. We’re leaving in a few minutes.”

Zargyl hastily does the whole procedure. All goes right, not a thing is out of place.

“20 secs.” Zargyl nearly faints with joy! “I’ll just hope you’ll do it that fast when you get to Earth. Now hop it!” Salika holds the plastic cover open for him.

“We’re off!!” Zargyl shouts at the top of his lungs, causing Salika to nearly let go of the rudder.

“Don’t do that again, idiot!” Salika pinches Zargyl.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

I check on Ant to see if he is reading. Just as I predicted, he is NOT going to keep his promise.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door. “Ant, open the door!” he doesn’t move so I open it. Nobody’s there. I look up and down. Finally my eyes focus on a blue cardboard box – is that a U.F.O.-?

“Hey, Ant! Is this a U.F.O.?” I call out to him.

“What U.F.O.?” he asks, his eyes still glued on the NDS screen.

Annoyed, I tear the NDS from his hands.

“Hey! I almost-” He snatches the blue U.F.O. from my hands. “What’s this?”

“I think it’s a U.F.O.” I say.

“Sis! Let’s open it!” Ant pries open the plastic cover before I can stop him. Two greenish-yellowish things hop out. They grow bigger and bigger until they are about the same size as us. Before we can say a word they are blipping furiously.

Ant is the first to speak (in human language). “Yay, ALIENS!!” He shouts.

The bigger alien takes out a piece of paper and begins writing something on it. Ant peeks over the greenish mass, “Yo sis, it can write English!”

“What?” It’s my turn to peek. Amazingly, it is writing. No offence, this is getting a bit on the freaky side.

“Uh, Ant,” I say unsteadily, “I’m going to get a bit of fresh air.”

I go out, hoping that the cool gulps of air can revive my brain. There are no aliens in the world. I meditate. I must be dreaming. There are no aliens in this world. I set my timer to 30 seconds. I am going to do this for 30 seconds. There are no aliens in this world.

BEEP! The alarm sets me out of my hypnotic state. Time to go back home. I think.

Ant is showing the jelly duo around the house. He hands me a sheet, then keeps on going. “This is the blah-blah, this is blah, et cetera.”

I read the list:

Hi, my name’s Salika and I’m here with my (annoying) little brother Zargyl on a mission to do something with humans. This is what we’ll do:

I read the list once more. Well, I guess Ant had already done no.3 on the list. I’ll help him do 1 and 2. I manoeuver myself to the kitchen and find 6 labels and 6 empty jam jars. Perfect. I smile.

I go outside to the sandbox and scoop up some sand into one of the jam jars and label it sand. I do the same with soil, mud, gravel, clay, and a little bit of so-called watery home-made concrete. Then I grab the old flowerpot from my bookshelf and fill it with soil. I dig up a weed, stick it into the flowerpot, and water it.

“Done!” I exclaim.

When I get back in, Ant and friends are watching TV. “Got the soil?” He asks and yawns.

“Yes. Hey, alien!” The greenish-yellowish figure looks up. “If you want to keep the plant alive then you need to water the soil!”

“Hey!” Ant punches the bigger goo-slop. “Aren’t you going home now?”

What came out of the aliens’ mouth was an amplified voice, “Oh yeah, Zargyl, we have to go! Grandpa’s waiting!”

“5 more minutes, please?” I just loove this!”

“No.” The bigger alien says firmly. “We. Have. To. Leave. Now!” After grabbing the jam jar collection and the plant, it pulls the smaller mass towards the blue spacecraft. I watch in awe as they shrink. Ant yells, “Bye! Hope you visit us again!” I think I heard a “Bye” from the spacecraft, but I’m never sure about that.

Ant never watches Alien TV again.

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10 years later, the aliens are back. I hear a ding-dong. Nobody is there so I look down and see…..

THE SAME BLUE SPACECRAFT……

THE END

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  1. I read Yan Yan’s story. It’s funny and amazing!!!!!!!!!


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