My favorite place A place where I belong is a place of peace, my place of Zen. When my life feels upside, I take a break. First I calm down and let the music in my soul and I begin to sing. Once the sense of the notes fills my lungs I can be on my way. I take so much passion in my favorite place. After I sing I begin to sprint. The wind is so peaceful and calm against my skin. Back and forth up and down, I keep running, running, and running. I then begin to pick up an object that is so familiar to me in so many ways. The smooth, round object with much grip fits perfectly in the palm of my hand. As I palm the object, I protect it and take much force as possible. Bounce, bounce, is what I hear as the wind hit my face from running. Crossover left, then right, jump and shoot. “Swoosh” is what I here when the shot drops into the net. The crowd screams. My favorite place is the basketball court, and before I play I have to warm up with a song. This place means so much to be because it’s the only place where I can be myself and let out aggression and be free. I LOVE MUSIC, I LOVE BASKETBALL, AND I LOVE BEING ME
My Favorite and Special Place The paramount place that is special to me would have to be anywhere my mothers is. Acquiescently my mother always greets me with a hug and tears as I walk towards the car after waiting on the walk way a few minutes thereafter the plane. Her hair strong scented of the shampoo used an hour before, along with the hairspray she uses a ton, to me it is great because of how much I missed her. With that hug I realize there is no other place I’d rather be, right there with her and her with me. My mother means the world to me and in her world is the only place I will want to be. Wither it be Rome, or Canada, or anywhere in-between I would still have her there with me. A state, or building, or ocean, or sea means nothing to me, we could be standing in the middle of the free way and I would still be happy. And like that country song ( I don’t remember who sings it), “There aint no place that I’d rather be sitting next to you sitting next to me.” That verse of that song brings the meaning of what I am saying to life. I Love being in my mothers little blue house, smelling the sweet aroma of her fabulous meat loaf ( yum yum ) and watching horror flicks in her room, with the goofy orange carpet that has been there for decades and the newly painted purple and light green walls. I think of my mothers house every night (scientists say you dream about the last thing you thoughts about before you slept), so when I dream I am there, sharing what happened that day and what I hope for tomorrow. And I would fall asleep with my head on her bonnie lap. While she gently rubs her nails up and down my back, like she has done when I were an infant to put me a sleep and to this day it still does.
My favorite place is some where far from the ear-piercing clattering of the busy city life. When I am here at my favorite place the ability to relax, and let my mind wonder sets my sprit at ease. The people are so kind and welcome you with open arms; you lose yourself as there is no rush on the daily grind. The marvelous fresh air rolls across the water with an aroma of sea salt. As you look around at the beautiful palmetto trees, phenomenal weather; instantaneously you fill that you are in a different country. This place is so rich with culture and people descending from the Caribbean islands. The diverseness of the people, language, and food makes this a great place to come and forget about your troubles. When ever I am upset, and want to feel better I think about home. I realized that there, I am myself and would not have to be the other person when I am not home. Finally, my favorite place is Beaufort, South Carolina and she is me.
When you walk in, the aroma of the environment takes you back to the Island. It’s like being in Jamaica again, with the island music and the spice smell of the food. Mp Island Café doesn’t only carries out Island food. It is like a mixture of both American, and Island. Walking through the door is like walking into heaven. The only difference being, that most people in there has an accent. That is what I also enjoy about the place. The way they have a variety of all kind of Jamaican food lay out so that you can see it. When u walk in, take a look at the screen where they lay the food out. There you will see plain rice, Rice and peas, Curry chicken, Curry goat, Stew chicken, Mac and cheese, dumplings, boil banana, plantains, fish, cooked cabbage and Jerk Chicken, which is one of the spiciest foods you can and will ever taste. There is always a variety of people in Mp Island Café. It is not just Jamaicans, or people from the Island. A lot of American also go there, because they enjoy the food. After I walk in, I always go around to my left. There they have a variety of everything that I am use to seeing when I was home in Jamaica. They have snacks that I love to crunch on when I don’t have anything else to do. They also have raw got. Believe it or not, the smell of the raw goat reminds me of back in the days. Back in the days, I would always be around my cousins when they were killing the goat. Seeing it, takes me back to Jamaica for a quick second. When I am ready to leave, I have a very hard time. Its like am leaving my country again. So I walk out with my head held high. Enjoying every smell there is that comes across my nose. I carry that smell with me, all the way to my car.
Is near the tip of the country. This one of the few places in American that English’s is a second language. The are always the sunshine the on your skin thought out most of the year. The air feels like a breeze come from the beach in the middle of the city. The airs always have a salty taste and sand feeling on your skin. If you travel around the city different sounds that can be heard is awesome there are music in the air all kind of Varity. The people in this city can be very mesmerized with the different cutler and lifestyles. This makes life in this city really interesting when u gets a chance to enter act with each other. Down there it’s like everyone there is a star cause the cars they drive is always the latest and always dress up. The relation between the people are strange cause on the one street there is two different lifestyle happen one side there are million dollars home and right across are the project, homeless, drug dealers and prostitutions right out side there windows and no one cross in to the others area. It is and awesome sight to see it’s like looking at the twilight zone. Think what I like the most that you can see the beauty and the ugly side of the city all at once. As long as I live this the only place I have ever seen this.
The place where I belong is on top of the hardwood. This place brings me peace and love on it, but it can also bring frustration and aggravation. Just having the brown sphere in my hand and walking and running on top of the floor brings me happiness. I still can’t touch the orange circle that’s ten feet high, but I’m getting so close though. Guarding someone that is not faster than me is always excellent, and somebody that’s faster me than me is even better. Someone guarding me is always lovely because the things that I can do on the floor is amazing. I don’t even have to be playing, all I have to do is touch the floor and just sit there and think. Every day after school during the winter, I would just go on the floor with my iPod and do what I do best. My special place is all around the world, they even have it on the Olympics. You become stronger, tougher, and man or women on the floor and while you do all that you have a lot of fun. I met a lot of people doing what I do. I met girls and boys and they love what they do also. That’s why this is my favorite place ever.
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My favorite place
A place where I belong is a place of peace, my place of Zen. When my life feels upside, I take a break. First I calm down and let the music in my soul and I begin to sing. Once the sense of the notes fills my lungs I can be on my way. I take so much passion in my favorite place. After I sing I begin to sprint. The wind is so peaceful and calm against my skin. Back and forth up and down, I keep running, running, and running. I then begin to pick up an object that is so familiar to me in so many ways. The smooth, round object with much grip fits perfectly in the palm of my hand. As I palm the object, I protect it and take much force as possible. Bounce, bounce, is what I hear as the wind hit my face from running. Crossover left, then right, jump and shoot. “Swoosh” is what I here when the shot drops into the net. The crowd screams. My favorite place is the basketball court, and before I play I have to warm up with a song. This place means so much to be because it’s the only place where I can be myself and let out aggression and be free. I LOVE MUSIC, I LOVE BASKETBALL, AND I LOVE BEING ME
Mel's blog for day 4
My Favorite Place
When you first walk in, you will feel so welcomed. This place has very, very
pretty women or young ladies of all shapes and sizes, from light to very dark. What ever
you like its all in one place. In this place it is jam packed from wall to wall. Just the sent
of the women would keep you guessing and coming back lots of times. It’s a place where
you can relax, have a nice time, and just enjoy yourself while you are there. It’s not only
a place of relaxation , its also a place of business where you can spend lots of money and
don’t care. The building is about two stories high, have very loud music, many attend this
event everyday all day, and have women running around everywhere you look. This
place is sometimes hot in temperature wise, the air is filled with heavy smoke from the
smokers. It’s a special place to have a party of any kind, you are always welcomed, and
you will indeed be treated like someone special. Its lots of transactions going on of
different kind. If your lucky enough you might even see one of your favorite actor, artist,
or in most cases your favorite actress. You will never know. Lots of things happen in this
place from good and bad. This place they’ve said, is a place where drug dealers, thugs,
and millionaires spend their time to escapes the hard and rough world for just one night
of just having fun. This place has an open bar all night and on some nights sells food
like wings, hot dogs, hamburgers, and many other delightful dishes. Money is thrown all
over this place and the girl just goes so crazy. Women basically throw their selves at you
all night long. That’s why this is my favorite place ever.
My Favorite and Special Place
The paramount place that is special to me would have to be anywhere my mothers is. Acquiescently my mother always greets me with a hug and tears as I walk towards the car after waiting on the walk way a few minutes thereafter the plane. Her hair strong scented of the shampoo used an hour before, along with the hairspray she uses a ton, to me it is great because of how much I missed her. With that hug I realize there is no other place I’d rather be, right there with her and her with me. My mother means the world to me and in her world is the only place I will want to be. Wither it be Rome, or Canada, or anywhere in-between I would still have her there with me. A state, or building, or ocean, or sea means nothing to me, we could be standing in the middle of the free way and I would still be happy. And like that country song ( I don’t remember who sings it), “There aint no place that I’d rather be sitting next to you sitting next to me.” That verse of that song brings the meaning of what I am saying to life. I Love being in my mothers little blue house, smelling the sweet aroma of her fabulous meat loaf ( yum yum ) and watching horror flicks in her room, with the goofy orange carpet that has been there for decades and the newly painted purple and light green walls. I think of my mothers house every night (scientists say you dream about the last thing you thoughts about before you slept), so when I dream I am there, sharing what happened that day and what I hope for tomorrow. And I would fall asleep with my head on her bonnie lap. While she gently rubs her nails up and down my back, like she has done when I were an infant to put me a sleep and to this day it still does.
My Favorite Place
My favorite place is some where far from the ear-piercing clattering of the busy city life. When I am here at my favorite place the ability to relax, and let my mind wonder sets my sprit at ease. The people are so kind and welcome you with open arms; you lose yourself as there is no rush on the daily grind. The marvelous fresh air rolls across the water with an aroma of sea salt. As you look around at the beautiful palmetto trees, phenomenal weather; instantaneously you fill that you are in a different country.
This place is so rich with culture and people descending from the Caribbean islands. The diverseness of the people, language, and food makes this a great place to come and forget about your troubles. When ever I am upset, and want to feel better I think about home. I realized that there, I am myself and would not have to be the other person when I am not home. Finally, my favorite place is Beaufort, South Carolina and she is me.
Specialty of Mp Island Café
When you walk in, the aroma of the environment takes you back to the Island. It’s like being in Jamaica again, with the island music and the spice smell of the food. Mp Island Café doesn’t only carries out Island food. It is like a mixture of both American, and Island.
Walking through the door is like walking into heaven. The only difference being, that most people in there has an accent. That is what I also enjoy about the place. The way they have a variety of all kind of Jamaican food lay out so that you can see it. When u walk in, take a look at the screen where they lay the food out. There you will see plain rice, Rice and peas, Curry chicken, Curry goat, Stew chicken, Mac and cheese, dumplings, boil banana, plantains, fish, cooked cabbage and Jerk Chicken, which is one of the spiciest foods you can and will ever taste.
There is always a variety of people in Mp Island Café. It is not just Jamaicans, or people from the Island. A lot of American also go there, because they enjoy the food.
After I walk in, I always go around to my left. There they have a variety of everything that I am use to seeing when I was home in Jamaica. They have snacks that I love to crunch on when I don’t have anything else to do. They also have raw got. Believe it or not, the smell of the raw goat reminds me of back in the days. Back in the days, I would always be around my cousins when they were killing the goat. Seeing it, takes me back to Jamaica for a quick second.
When I am ready to leave, I have a very hard time. Its like am leaving my country again. So I walk out with my head held high. Enjoying every smell there is that comes across my nose. I carry that smell with me, all the way to my car.
My Favor Place
Is near the tip of the country. This one of the few places in American that English’s is a second language. The are always the sunshine the on your skin thought out most of the year. The air feels like a breeze come from the beach in the middle of the city. The airs always have a salty taste and sand feeling on your skin. If you travel around the city different sounds that can be heard is awesome there are music in the air all kind of Varity. The people in this city can be very mesmerized with the different cutler and lifestyles. This makes life in this city really interesting when u gets a chance to enter act with each other. Down there it’s like everyone there is a star cause the cars they drive is always the latest and always dress up. The relation between the people are strange cause on the one street there is two different lifestyle happen one side there are million dollars home and right across are the project, homeless, drug dealers and prostitutions right out side there windows and no one cross in to the others area. It is and awesome sight to see it’s like looking at the twilight zone. Think what I like the most that you can see the beauty and the ugly side of the city all at once. As long as I live this the only place I have ever seen this.
The place where I belong is on top of the hardwood. This place brings me peace and love on it, but it can also bring frustration and aggravation. Just having the brown sphere in my hand and walking and running on top of the floor brings me happiness. I still can’t touch the orange circle that’s ten feet high, but I’m getting so close though. Guarding someone that is not faster than me is always excellent, and somebody that’s faster me than me is even better. Someone guarding me is always lovely because the things that I can do on the floor is amazing. I don’t even have to be playing, all I have to do is touch the floor and just sit there and think. Every day after school during the winter, I would just go on the floor with my iPod and do what I do best. My special place is all around the world, they even have it on the Olympics. You become stronger, tougher, and man or women on the floor and while you do all that you have a lot of fun. I met a lot of people doing what I do. I met girls and boys and they love what they do also. That’s why this is my favorite place ever.
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