1a. what are the main areas of congestion in inner Melbourne?  the main areas are arround main roads and popular places to go.

1b. how much does this cost melbourne?  this costs melbourne between $1.3 billion $2.6 billion a year.

1c. what are the environmental effects of congestion in inner melbourne? it is causing climate change  that could be bigger problems.

1d. what proposals are being put forward to ease congestion in inner melbourne? there are many options they can take but most of them amount in increasing tolls.

1e. Read “a faint voice speaks out on the cemetery tunnel”. Is there a serious viewpoint being put here and if so, what is it? yes  because to make the new roads we need to make room for them and some memorable places are getting torn down in the proces like in the case of the artical a cemetery  was torn down for a new tunnel.

This is Teddy Bear he is a very confusing and old cat a friend of my mum found him when he was so small he could fit in the parm of your hand with losts of room his mum got hit by a car so we adopted him. Now he is turning 20 this year in September.

Lucy-lu is a bulmastiff x staffy 

This is Lucy-Lu she is the smallest out of the dogs we have owned or own. she is only about 47cm tall and she knows it, but for her size and breed she is tuff.

Baxter is a bulmastiff x lab 

This is Baxter he thinks he is smaller that he is. he is about 73cm tall from the back of his neck. 

Hooch is a bulmastiff x boxer 

This is hooch  he died last year on the 8th of November at 4:12pm.

WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO ACHIEVE IN 2007 

In  2007  I  want  to  achieve  only  some  thing  small  not  to  much  just  enough  to  make  it  the  distance  and  strive  to  do  my  best  and  better.I  would  like  to  get  better  in  my  reading  and  spelling   and one  last  thing  to pass and do  it  with  confidence  that I can  continue to do well in every asset of  my  life. 

For  English  I  would  like  to  take each step  as  it  comes  and  make  my  life  the  biggest  difference  to  me  by 2008.For my future I would like  to  be  an  art  designer   and work  up  or some thing of that description. But if not I could always juggle to jobs like working at Coles and a day care centre but all of this is just a maybe but they are all so things I could do with some ease cause of my experiences at Croydon secondary collage.

a) Dog

b) Cat

c) Budgie

d) Rabbit/Mouse

or e) any other animal

how have you been?

well surfs been great and Egg came down for the Easter holidays and we went to the beach for the hole weekend and just to let you no my mums doing great after what happened a few years back and blob's finally stopped eating lino and silly old Sarge arrested a cow! but other then that were doing great

hope to here from you soon from Lockie

“i will never again be able to fly,”she whispers

“i know,” i say

I am scilent for a moment, then i said

“i am blind in in one eye, but life is stillgood,”

“an eye is nothing,” says magpie

“how would you feel if you couldn’t run?”

i don’t answer. magpie drags her body into the shadow of the rocks, until she feels herself melting into blackness. days, perhaps a week later, she wakes with a rush of grief. i am is waiting. i persuade her to go with me to the river bank.

“hop on my back,” i say

“look into the water and tell me what you see.”

sighing magpie does as i asked.

reflected in the water are clouds and sky and trees- and something else.

” i see a strange new creature!” she says.

“that is us,” i say

“now hold on tight!”

with magpie clinging to my back, i race through the scrub, past the stringybarks, past the clunps of yellow box trees, and into blueness. i run so swiftly, it is almost as if i were flying. magpie feels the wind streaming through her feathers,and she rejoices.

“fly, dog, fly! i will be your missing eye, and you will be my wings.”

and so i run with magpie on my back every day, through summer through winter. after the rain, when saplings are springing up every were, a fox comes into the bush; fox with his haunted eyes and red coat, he flikers through the trees like a tongue of fire,and magpie trembles.

But i say,” welcome. we can offer you food and shelter.”

“thank you,” says fox. ”i saw you running this morning. you looked extraordinary.”

i beam,but magpie shrinks away. she can feel fox staring at her burnt wing. in the evenings, when the air is creamy with blossom, magpie and i relax at the mouth of the cave, enjoying each others company. now and  againfox joins in the conversation, but magpie can feel him watching, always watching her. and at night his smell seems to fill the cave a smell of rage and envy and loneliness. Magpie tries to warn me about fox.

” he belongs nowhere,” she says. “he loves no one,”

but i say, “He’s alright, lety him be.” that night, when i’m asleep, fox whispers to magpie,

” i can run faster then dog,faster then the wind. leave dog and come with me.”

 magpie says,”i will never leave him.i am his missing eye and he is my missing wings.”

fox says no more that night, but the day when i am at the river he wispers to magpie,

“do youremember what it is like to fly? truly fly?” again magpie says,

“i will never leave him. i am his missing eye and he is my missing wings.”

but latter that day, as i’m rnning through the scrub with magpie on his back, she thinks, this is nothing like flying nothing. and when at dawn fox whispers to her for the third time, she whispers back,

“i am ready.”

while i sleep, Magpie and fox streak past coolibah trees, rip through long grass, pelt over rocks. fox runs so fast that his feet scarcely touch the ground, and magpie exults,

“at last i am flying, really flying!”

Fox scorches through woodlands, through dusty plains, through salt pans, and out into the hot red desert. he stops, scatcely panting. there is silence between them. neither moves, neither speaks. then fox shakes magpie of his back as he would a flea, and pads away. he turns and looks at magpie, and he says,

“Now you and dog will no what it is like to truly be alone.”

then he is gone. in the stillness, magpie hears a faraway scream. she cannot tell if it is a scream of triumph or despair. magpie haddles, a scuff of feathers adirft in heat. she can feel herself burning into nothingness. It would be so easy just to die here in the desert. but then she thinks of me waking to find find her gone. slowly, Jiggety-hop, she begins the long journey home.