My Friend Jay'lee

My friend Jay’lee is a very unique person. She has many talents that include, singing, she can harmonise really well!! She is a really good dancer, and she is amazing at sports, rugby is her favourite, well from what I see, and she plays for the Auckland Netball Rep. Team. Jay’lee has got many different qualities about her, and that is one reason why I am friends with her, apart from her very friendly and outgoing personality.

Thanks Jay’lee for being a great friend, you are like a sister to me :)

2012 Reflection

This year 2012, was one of the best yet hard years for me at Pt England School. It was the year where responsibility had fallen upon me. I hadn’t really thought much about it , and discovering everything an intermediate student goes through made it difficult for me to (A) Understand everything that is going on around me. (B) Take responsibility for my actions, and (C) Keep my head in the right spaces. I admit that some of my thoughts and actions weren’t the best that  they could have been, but I have really worked hard to make up for my mistakes. There were many many things that helped me through my hardships in this year of full responsibility, for myself, and my actions, such as sports outings, even though I am not good at it. My school softball team came first in the eastern zone tournament, so that was a good accomplishment. My favourite thing of all that happened this year, was greeting visitors. I absolutely love being able to communicate with people through my school, it makes me so happy, and to think that it helps my school, fellow students, and teachers, makes me feel even happier, and gives myself a sense of achievement and nothing could ever beat that feeling. Though sometimes I thought that everything was getting a bit too much for me, and I lash out, but having so much support and friends around me, it makes everything that little bit easier to cope with everything, and I never want to leave Pt England School..... !!! :)

Blue Light Disco

“WOOHOO” My brother and sister exclaimed as they ran through the door. My sister was really really excited to go to the blue light disco, run by the police. It was only 5 o’clock, and I was still in my towel, because I had just spent 2 hours on my hair!!! Though I was really excited anyway! :) I was waiting for the clock to hit 5:50 so that we could go to the disco already!

Once I was finally ready, I was literally pushed into the door, so that my brother could get out. Thats the hard part of having younger siblings.

When we got to school, all my friends were there. I was super happy! Jay’lee and I went to pay for our tickets to get into the disco.

Fist pumping into the hall, there was very loud music, and fluorescent lights everywhere I looked, I knew that tonight would be a great night!!!

All was smoothly, and I was having a great night with my friends. But then one of my favourite song came on, and that was when it got even better. I was dancing away to cat daddy, even though I wasn't very good at it.

Well there was much more to say about this, but I really don't think I have the words to say it all. But I thank PES and all of the prefects for one of the best nights ever. :)

Poem Ko Tokelau

............Ko Tokelau........

Where I am from, I can hear the birds rustling in the trees.

Where I am from, I feel the rough sand rubbing in between my toes.

Where I am from, I hear the sound of the waves crashing against the sand.

Where I am from, the sound of water lapping against the vaka, soothing.

Where I am from, I feel the warmth of the sun against my skin.

Where I am from, as I swim, I feel the slime of the fish as they swiftly swim past me.

Where I am from, the sweet smell of my aunt's famous foods fill each nostril, the best smells ever.

Where I am, I taste freshly cooked taro and chopsuey.

Where I am from, I hear the sweet sound of the laughter and song from the elders.

Where I am from, I smell my aunty as I hug her.

Memories now of the old perfume she poured onto herself daily.

Where I am from, I see the games played by children, and hear the laughter that follows.

Where I am from, I feel the sting of the volleyball as I serve in a ‘friendly’ game.

Where I am from, I see the families daily prayers, a sign of faith and respect.

Where I am from, I feel Love, and only love.

Where I am from, is Tokelau.....

-- Chante Filipo --

Chia Pet

Two weeks ago, in Extension, we had the challenge of re-searching about a toy. In order to do this, we had to pick a number, from 1-20 and what ever toy we got, we had to re-search and present it to the class. I had the Chia pet. 

This is what I had said in my presentation.

The Chia pet is basically a gardening pot shaped into an animal, with the back front or side open for soil and chia seeds. The chia seeds grow in a few weeks and form the hair or fur of the shaped animal/ cartoon character. It is usually made of clay, stone, or wood.

It got its name because of the Chia seeds, which originated from America. They grow in the northern regions of Mexico. They were made in Mexico but now are a produce of China.

Goldie

Last Term the extension class had the opportunity to recreate a Charles Goldie Painting, this is the painting that I copied.

This Artwork was my inspiration by the famous New Zealand artist Charles Frederick Goldie. He was very famous for painting the Maori back in the 1900’s. His artwork was motivated by the thought of the Maori being extinct, though later on the numbers of  Maori had skyrocketed. He also painted the Maori because of their taonga, like their Moko

The actual painting is called ‘ A Noble Relic, Of a Noble Race’, by Charles Frederick Goldie. It was painted in the year 1910, and today would be 102 years old. Charles Goldie has painted this oil on canvas and has set his painting in a Maori Whare. Te Wharekauri Tahuna was the subject of Goldies painting as he was the Chief of Ngati Manawa.

In the reproduction of this artwork, I had struggled with the moko and the shading. The Moko was very hard to draw, as there was a lot of detail to put towards my final product. This also made me want to research more about the Moko and why people get it.

I hope you enjoy my artwork! Chante-Aria Filipo

Barn

Drip drop, drip drop. Amy shivered at the thought of having to spend the night in a house like this. Cold, damp and frightening at every single look. She was starting to regret her decision, to spend the night in the derelict barn, “Stupid Dare” she mumbled, mind you, isn’t halloween supposed to be scary? Well she didn’t have time to procrastinate, it was time to get settled in.

As soon as she had finished she walked around glaring at her watch, stepping to the beat of the seconds hand. “C’mon c’mon c’mon” she whispered to herself, “ they need to see me here” Amy sighed “Hurry up Sophia” a few minutes later she heard a man shouting outside, she looked out of the shafts in the wall, and she could see a silhouette of a man in a coat, holding a young boy by his collar. The boy looked pretty tall, and quite thin. “ Oh I hope he’s alright “ Amy said as she lay down on the squab, but then, the shouting grew louder, and louder, and louder, until....

The door flew open, and with it a gust of wind. Soon the old man was clearly angry, still holding the young boy by his collar. Amy leaped off the old mattress and pounced on her bag, packing it rapidly. As she was packing, she could hear shouting, and then a loud thud, with a clutter straight afterwards. The young girl, was confused by things she had been told to do in this kind of situation, but everything changed at that moment, when she saw the shadow creeping up towards the door of the little room she had just managed to crawl into. Now there was nowhere to go, and she couldn’t get any help. Her heart was thumping like a loud snare drum...... boom boom boom.......

The door flew open, and with a huge gasp, Amy was picked up by her arm. “LET ME GO” She shouted, but the end of her high pitched voice, was muffled by the old mans humongous hand. Throwing her legs about, and trying to remove the hand that was now blocking her nose Amy was determined to get free.

It was too late, Amy was now on her knees, in a dark room trying to get her hands free. They were really tight and she didn’t know if there was really any point in trying to untie herself, so she shuffled to the back of the room, she sat underneath the window, that she had not long before thought of jumping out of, though she learnt the hard way, that it is pretty hard to get out of when your legs are tied. So with that she pressed her face against her knees, and cried. “Don’t worry” she heard a voice, a boys one. Amy looked around the room, and saw the boy she had seen just before she hide away in fright. “Hi” She said not to sure on how to reply to a confidence booster that had failed to do its job in this time of a near death experience.

Suddenly I heard the faint sound of police sirens in the distance, getting closer and closer. Thank goodness this ordeal is nearly over.