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Austin Goh My Journey Memoirs of a True Master 1. Profile Austin Goh 2.My Journey 3 Meeting Master Lee Shing 4. History of Wing Chun 5. Grand Master Lee Shing 6. Training with my Master 7.
Long ago we made a decision to move to another land I Kept delaying the process cause I love my sunny land Now the kids are not happy with what's going around With a third year of an uprising and...
I couldn't sleep this morning and was reading and wanted to share a true story that I think more people should know about.
Coming to America was nothing how I ever imagined. The most spectacular sight was see the harbor as the boat pulling up. All you could see was industry.
"The start of a friendship" It had been three weeks since I first met Ramona. I was amazed by how quickly she caught on. Now she could describe all kinds of things and even tell a few jokes.
WARNING: Rude words. As if you couldn't tell...
My name is Violet Baragar and I immigrated in 1942 from Russia to America through Ellis Island when I was 9.There was war going on in Russia and I was in my house when someone walked in and told me I...
So hi. My name is Brittany and I go to a public school in the south of hati. You are probably wondering why I speak English.
Basically for AS English for homework had to write a short story so thought I'd share mine with you. Hope you like it.
If only I could change the world Here is what I'd do, I'd go back to the good old days Where they were fair for me and you.
As a girl thinks Of her new found home England This is what is on her mind: A beautiful cottage, against a summers sky; With roses climbing up the wall, And sunflowers growing ever tall.
I moved to Ireland in 2001 just after 9/11. I had lived all my life in Texas and was very tired of cowboys, country western music and the hot sticky weather.
I've never seen these kind of bars Looming on my face I saw some outside a school once But that's now a far off place.
Dear racist, Your car is Japanese. Your beer is German. Your wine is Spanish. Your democracy is Greek. Your coffee is Colombian. Your tea is Chinese. Your watch is Swiss. Your fashion is French.
Bright new opportunities Are headed my way, My life in england now Is one that cannot stay. A new place beckons me To come and say hello, It is amazing over there And soon its time to go.
I am so tired that I can not make it to my bed tonight. We fetched Amberlina from the airport this afternoon. She came from South Africa today. She will stay by us here in the north.
CHAPTER ONE There once was a girl, not any old girl, but a Mongolian girl this eight year old girl's name is Nasel Blyno.
~5 weeks later~ I am still grieving over Papa and Mama. After the earthquake neither of them were ever found. I was sent to America along with many other orphans of all different ages.
Wasn't sure wether to write about this or not, but I found it very interesting. Maybe some of you will too.... A while ago I heard one of the most fancinating conversations/stories......
ENGLAND I left my home just to be with you Without a doubt I believed I took my chances as soon as you excited a hope of a better life.
Came across a long way from Hungary, From Switzerland to the U.K., it was my destiny. I wanted to stay in Zürich forever, But a guy played with me so clever.
In this post, I am going to give you a brief rendition of what my childhood was like. I lived in my grandmother's basement with my young parents and older brother for the first two years of my life.
Learning is an amazing development of human kind. We learn whether we like it or not. My grandfather told me once "You learn your entire life and yet you die stupid".