tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22214759739849149362024-03-13T18:57:47.256+13:00Chelsea I was a student at Pt England School in Auckland, NZ. This is a record of my learning.Pt England Blogs Gmailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180808682393548165noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-23748418080765710932013-11-04T01:36:00.000+13:002013-11-04T01:38:10.084+13:00Fantasy Novel<div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Josefin Slab', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<i><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chelskaville was an island. An island that was in terrible danger of serving an evil beast. Who was this evil monster? It was ‘Tasman’ in other words, he was called ‘The Tasmanian Devil.’ There once lived a girl who </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">only</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> dressed in the colour green. She wasn't an ordinary girl, this one was a kung fu master. Her name was Buttercups, yes yes she sounds so sweet but really... shes a nasty piece of work. </span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>She travelled from suburb to suburb, and on her journey, she came across many complications. Her first objective was to get through the jungle off ruthless animals where lions, snakes, spiders, and eagles lived. SLICE! CRACK! BOOM! POW! the jungle felt like a hippity hoppity kangaroo pouncing away from its predators. Looking into the animals eyes, she whispered “I shall not be defeated” she ran showing her kung fu skills ending this battle with a kick in the mouth. She was extremely puffed, but knew, she had to save her island.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>“Hello” Buttercups heard a voice behind her. Slowly moving her head she looked for the mysterious voice. “Excuse me” there it was again, she looked suspiciously. It was a pig that stood at 1.5 feet tall. He had nostrils that were size of two clocks and his face looked as if he had been ran over. Buttercups looked at him like he was wasting her time, he looked so pathetic standing there. She was just starting to walk away when he told her he wanted to join her on her quest and had a secret weapon. “Hmm, what is this weapon you are talking about?” Buttercups said as she rubbed her chin. “Its my tail, it has the power to shoot, bounce, strangle, basically to do anything” Buttercups eyes opened wide and proudly said, “Really? Wow, yes come along then”</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>The sound of a great big beast had Buttercups ears plunged towards the castle of doom, where a troll named ‘Hellgar’ was guarding the bottom room. Buttercups and pig crept carefully, making sure no sound was heard. They tip toed and searched for the troll. “Where is he?” Buttercups was curious. BANG! his mud munching feet felt as if it created an earthquake. All the trees had fallen to the ground, making it harder than ever to kill this ferocious monster. The young kung fu fighter Buttercups, kicked, slapped and even pulled his mangy hair. It was no use, this troll is undefeatable. “Or it is?” pig said as one eyebrow lifted and his tail shook like a fluffy dog eager to get its food.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Buttercups had super stealth, she hastily ran around pig winding his tail. “Here it goes!” pig shouted. His tail sprung into Hellgars face, giving him a frightful fall. “Ahhhhhhhhhhr!” Hellgar felt terrible pain, and his eyes watered so hard that pigs stomach became the umbrella. Don’t worry, Buttercups is filled with surprises, she only lifted a 107 kg animal. It took 17 seconds for the troll to stop. It turns out that Hellgar the defeated troll was finally history. Both hero’s proudly walked away heading towards their next objective, the maze. (dun dun dun)</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>They hadn't even said one word and already they were lost. They had no idea where they were nor how to get out. Could this be the end? They were seeing the same thing over and over again, branches and bushes. “We should split up, it will make it easier to track down where the exit is” pig suggested. “No we can not leave each others sight. If we split up, one of us may get lost while the other is searching” Buttercups replied. Two hours past, still no clue how they were going to escape from this horrendous maze. “THINK!” pig said to his self. Ding, a flash of light sparkled in his eye as he said “My tail.” </i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Buttercups eyes opened wider than ever. With a big smile on her face she took hold of pigs tail and stretched it. “Ready?” Buttercups exclaimed. Pigs spidery finger went up and off bouncing he went, leading both heroes out. They were relieved that they had found the way out. More or less, they started to feel like they were hallucinating. This wasn't the end though, Buttercups still had to defeat the great and powerful Tasmanian devil. Light awaited to be seen by Buttercups and pig. Yet, they still couldn't believe the quality of time they spent trapped, nothing to be seen, nothing to do except search. They marched out of the maze heading to the last challenge, Tasman.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>There he was, standing in front of them looking like a piece of bread that had gone off. His eyes were green, his fur was starting to moult and drips of dribble were hanging from his mouth. Out of nowhere, he charged at pig with kick, making sure that he hadn't been in the way of defeating Buttercups. SPLASH! pig had fallen into a deep hole. “Pig, noooooo!” Buttercups was furious. She rapidly grabbed anything she could find and threw it at Tasman. It didn't even put a dent nor a scratch on him. After a while, she felt genuinely fatigued and couldn't even move one foot ahead of the other.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>CRASH! Buttercups fell to the ground with her eyes on Tasman. She thought of her island, and what Tasman would do to them, making her even more keen to destroy this non hearted monster. “I won’t let you do this, I won’t let you take the lives of the people on Chelskaville” Buttercups uttered in pain. “Hahaha if you think you can defeat me, then think again. I know that I will rule the whole of Chelskaville and no one, absolutely NO ONE is going to stop me, not even you” Tasman confidently said confidently. Buttercups got up standing 5 feet away from him and had her legs ready to run at him. SMACK! Tasman tragically dropped to the ground, laying there for a long time.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Buttercups ran to pig making sure he was conscious. Pig looked up and proudly said, “Well done Buttercups, you sure are the hero of our island” They travelled back to Chelskaville feeling happy that their lives and the citizens of their island could finally live like normal people. Not having anyone to rule them and tell the what to do. Buttercups and pig led everyone to a small part of Chelskaville called Ch, and from that day on, Buttercups told her children, and her children told their children NEVER TO ACT LIKE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING, because if you do, you could end up like the Tasmanian devil.</i></span></div>
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Halloween was two days ago and already, all the lollies I collected were confiscated by my parents. Halloween was the night, the night that children from all over the world got to go trick or treating. This was also the day where I had turned 14 years of age. My cousins and I went house by house, obtaining different kinds of treats such as, lollies, lollie pops, chocolates and fruits. We had left the house around 6:30, decorating the pram with spider webs and creepy spiders too.</div>
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We were eager to collect as many treats as possible. We started off wondering around the spider-man park. Other children were walking past us, trying their very best to give us a fright. It didn't work. However, as it was getting darker, we found a little 3 year old child on the road, lost, lonely and crying. "Where's your mummy and daddy? Are you alright?" I exclaimed. We went to one house, carrying this child and asked if they knew her. </div>
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They pointed in the direction where this kid had lived. I ran towards the door, told them what was going on and then continued on. It was 9 pm, everyone was sleeping. My cousins and I took our time as we walked home. The first step I took inside of my house, I smelt a rather delicious smell. "Cake, pizza, curry and sausages, mmmmmmm!" I examined. This couldn't get any better.</div>
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Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday. My family, friends and even the people I didn't know on Facebook. You guys rock my world!</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-57223768342784003412013-10-27T10:25:00.000+13:002013-10-27T10:32:23.350+13:00New school, New Friends, New Teachers!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpsxq3KkFVJ3NJAYz9IK1SpDX67oYdMoLlHXfOYmU1P6Y5RTnAgPsHRu4ZmifF8ieBe9VBNY7B2tPL3WgLzaknGII0fF9bY99Vu-ZC3GnhAwRgPDFAYbxrZYh8N0ShGFewYAv_A2VTGCmU/s1600/1383333_648417268536308_1707117157_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpsxq3KkFVJ3NJAYz9IK1SpDX67oYdMoLlHXfOYmU1P6Y5RTnAgPsHRu4ZmifF8ieBe9VBNY7B2tPL3WgLzaknGII0fF9bY99Vu-ZC3GnhAwRgPDFAYbxrZYh8N0ShGFewYAv_A2VTGCmU/s320/1383333_648417268536308_1707117157_n.jpg" width="320" /></a>Waking up excited to start my new school, Tamaki College. I couldn't believe this was the year, the year I was going to start this college. The butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I nervously stepped into my class. 9PFn is the name, also known as extension one. I knew some of the students already from primary and intermediate.<br />
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Period three goes past, everyone was asking me which school I had come from. I then proudly replied "I came from Point England!" The shyness slowly faded away throughout the entire day. I met a lot of new friends and teachers too. I felt like this was the beginning of my journey and that I needed to try my hardest.<br />
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So far this year, I have done extremely well. I wouldn't have had the skills I have now if it wasn't for my teachers at Point England School. Miss King, Mr Barks, Miss Lagitupu and Mr and Mrs Burt. Thank you for helping me strive to succeed.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-27134196542348852862012-12-13T13:00:00.001+13:002012-12-13T13:00:05.363+13:00Chelsea PEPA 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">PEPA (Point England Performing Arts) has been an extraordinary experience. I would like to say thank you to Miss <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;">Muliaumasealii for giving up her time not just at school but also in the holidays too. I sure learnt a lot of new things including respecting people, controlling your vocal cords and I also learnt new moves in hip hop. I would like to say merry Christmas and a happy new year to all PEPA performers and the supporters. </span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-13167189253046209332012-11-20T12:33:00.000+13:002012-11-20T12:33:14.547+13:00Could It Possibly Be? The Mummy Returns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.34333228319883347" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Swiss! The wind blew the travellers vigorously as they stood at the airport ready to take off to Egypt. They wanted to seek a special artefact that was hidden in the ground for centuries.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Please buckle your seatbelts, this is going to be a bumpy ride” the pilot spoke with horror. “We are landing in 3, 2, 1” The aeroplane struck down towards the sand making it look like a cloud in the sky be thrown about. Not a thing was found until Mariamme one of the scientist, could see and ancient pyramid. Little by little drips of water fell as they were walking. John was the youngest traveller and decided to take a tiki tour around. </span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was enjoying alot, infact he wanted to live here </span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">FOREVER</span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. There were lots of antiquated paintings on the wall which were written in a different language. John thought it meant treasure ahead but it actually said November is the month when all the mummies come alive. “OH NO” John exclaimed. He was about to get captured by a mummy. He hastily ran the way he came but couldn’t find his way out, it was like a maze.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Approximately 15 minutes passed and all had been doing was screaming </span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">HELP</span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. His heart was beating, ba boom ba boom. He needed a miracle in order to get away. “Could it possibly be?” John was extremely relieved. There was a container that was empty and smelt disgusting. Running, stepping, closing, resting everything was all over.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Soon enough the other scientists found John and all travelled back to the airport. Remember, never go wandering around by yourself. Especially when you're in a pyramid</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-16904090051236655642012-11-14T11:02:00.001+13:002012-11-14T11:02:42.618+13:00A Day Filled With BOOMS and BANGS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9334149195346981" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Why Is Guy Fawkes so special? Well Guy Fawkes got its name from a man who fought for the Spanish team in the low countries. He was a member of the English Catholics who planned the failed gunpowder plot of 1605.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It came to the 5th of November 2012 when everyone let off a lot of furious sounds that went </span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">BOOM</span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> and </span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">BANG</span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. My family had just gone out to buy a box of guy fawkes or did they? They said they would searched everywhere for a box of these dangerous bangers. </span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When they got home I ran towards the van hoping there would be at least 20 bits of sticks or other ones in a round shaped container filled with gunpowder. “Noooo!” I depressingly said as I heard that they all were sold out. My dad had a wonderful solution to this horrible problem. “Here are some from last year” I was relieved when I saw that there were rockets, roman candles and even some cascades. </span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I went outside and lit all the roman candles. My cousin taught me how to make a bomb just by biting a cascade, putting it in a steady position and lighting it. One side of the cascade was blocked so there was only one way for the force to go out. A big </span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">BOOM! </span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">made two car alarms go off. We said sorry to the neighbour and off we went.</span><br /><span style="color: red; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At the end we just sat and watched the sparkling night sky filled with colors. This was one of the best guy fawkes days ever! and thats what makes guy fawkes so special</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-35737549576458199692012-11-12T12:22:00.000+13:002012-11-12T12:22:18.505+13:00This Was The Best Vacation EVER!<span id="internal-source-marker_0.4792600399814546"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Down by the river lived two girls named Alice and Megan. The two girls didn't really get along they had a lot of disagreements! Unfortunately for them both their mothers were best friends, it was almost time for the summer holidays. Alice had already started coming up with big plans and so did Megan. Alice crept through the passage, hoping she wouldn't wake her mum she overheard a conversation coming from the living room.</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Maybe we should talk to the girls about this”, Megans mum whispered. “Trust me they’ll be fine, besides they’re 17, they’re teenagers, this trip will make them grow closer to each other, just like we did!” Alice's mum said firmly!</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Late that night their mothers called for a meeting. Alice was first on scene, Megan had come in a little bit after her. Liz, Alice’s mum and Chelsea, Megans mum had finally arrived they had files in their hand, which Alice saw to be airline tickets. Liz decided to tell the girls everything.</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Happy Monkey; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b> “You two are going on a trip to Mount Doom, </b></span></span><span style="font-family: Happy Monkey;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>we've</b></span></span><span style="font-family: Happy Monkey;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b> paid for all reservations and tickets” Chelsea carried on “And also you two will come back best friends, one more thing... you leave tomorrow at dawn, have a good time!”</b></span></span></span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">5:35 am Alice and Megan’s alarm clock went off, they both rushed around the house, they got all dressed up packed their bags, said their goodbyes and off they went. On the plane, eyes glued to the window Megan couldn't and wouldn't relax! Alice sat there and read the papers her mum gave them, on the front of the paper had a picture of where they were about to go, on the back was a yellow note it said </span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We’ve arranged a taxi to pick you up, just look out for your names it should say Alice or maybe megan Megan, good luck.” The plane had finally landed after a 7 hour trip of doing absolutely nothing. Megan and Alice both were very surprised on what they saw. </span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Everything I see is is is, nothing compared to the map I have.” </span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Welcome to Monte Carlo. I hope you have enjoyed your trip” said a lady behind Megan said.</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Happy Monkey;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>“ Oh no no ” Megan yelled confusingly “ This is not happening, we did not just get on the wrong plane, we couldn't have!” </b></span></span></span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Relax Meg” Alice said with a very calm voice “we’re fine see there's the man with my name on his card, lets go.” </span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Wow , look Meg we got a limo” Meg replied “Alice I'm not sure this is our-” “yes, yes this is ours,!” Alice cut of Megans sentence! </span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Welcome to your hotel miss Alice” The woman behind the counter said. Alice and Megan we have a room for you, the two just couldn't wait to jump on their bed and have a sleep. Up the stairs they went following the lady. </span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alice whispered “Oh my gosh, Megan look at it, it’s awesome” </span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Megan replied “Wow, it’s beautiful”</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a soft voice grew stronger “ Miss Alice, Miss Alice”</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes, yes is there anything I could do for you?” Alice said impatiently.</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Happy Monkey;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>“Miss Alex” The woman kept saying “We didn't know you had guess, would you like us to bring extra to the dinner?”</b></span></span></span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Happy Monkey;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>“Yes please, and if you don’t mind I’d like to have the room to myself for a moment, shuffle on by, if I need anything I’ll be sure to call down!” Alice tried to say with a British accent.</b></span></span></span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chocolate on the big fluffy pillows, juice on each side of the bed. Gold coating on the phone. Diamond bath on the left of the bath which looked like a spa. Everything was just perfect.</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Meg, this is what we deserve” she said nicely </span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Megan replied “ How are we going to get home? Will we be here forever?”</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alice said firmly “Don’t be ridiculous, trust me we’ll make it home, anyway go to sleep we got a big day ahead of us!”</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Goodnight Alice.” Said Megan</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Early in the morning Megan woke up, as her eyes slowly opened she saw a man with his hands of her face with a hot towel. She slowly got up, and as she did the man gave her the wet towel and directed her to where the shower was, she opened a very large cupboard and out poured cloths and there also was a suitcase, she opened the suitcase and all she saw was make up. She had her shower and it took forever for her to choose what to wear. </span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Shaking Alice, Megan yelled “ WAKE UP ALICE, come on we have to go”</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I had a lovely sleep Meg, did you?”</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As Alice slowly opened her eyes she thought she saw the sun in her room!</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What do you think?” Meg said excitedly</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Happy Monkey;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>“ I love it, yellow sun-dress totally your thing!” Alice lied.</b></span></span></span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Off they went to the beach. They sat on the nice hot sand. Just as they were going to lie on the sand and try to relax, they hear a voice behind them.</span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Happy Monkey;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>“Excuse me Miss Alice, I've ordered Tanning seats for you please make way for them.”</b></span></span></span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Happy Monkey;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>“Why thank you, We shall move over, hurry along, I can’t stand here for ages.” Alice said with the fake British voice.</b></span></span></span><br /><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Having a great time swimming, hiking and meeting new people, unfortunately their holiday was over. No arguing had happened nothing, their mums made it work, the two girls were finally best friends! They caught the flight home. From that day on the girls had grown up just like their mothers best friend’s and they all lived happily ever after.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-54622320396653393892012-10-15T12:19:00.000+13:002012-10-15T12:19:47.692+13:00Our Topic 'Toy Story'<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidiDtSOl2S_3pF44FAHBAcPwCTj9J0HmWeDvF20Mr0N9MoZsBMZeavb4n2upKE3DcOvvgIBqqsYin7cT9Zk3wufu3oq72eaBDeEC3B6eARAea0cb4dk2RHSd01wUSDP43Acx7Vu0GFjGRV/s1600/teddy+bear.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidiDtSOl2S_3pF44FAHBAcPwCTj9J0HmWeDvF20Mr0N9MoZsBMZeavb4n2upKE3DcOvvgIBqqsYin7cT9Zk3wufu3oq72eaBDeEC3B6eARAea0cb4dk2RHSd01wUSDP43Acx7Vu0GFjGRV/s320/teddy+bear.png" width="272" /></a><b id="internal-source-marker_0.9342427321244031"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What is your toy story? For term four this year we have a new topic called 'Toy Story' It is all about learning what the different types of toys are back in the day and even the latest ones. Seeing how they looked back in the past.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Toys to me are like a magical feeling that I get when I'm having fun, memories and lots of laughter. When I was little I can remember playing with my teddy bear, Sammy. He had blue eyes, buttons on his shirt and a tail that looked like it had been in the garbage.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This term I am really hoping to acknowledge all the different types of toys even if it went to a old bottle with beads inside it will still be great fun and I would class it as a toy. EVERY toy has a story behind it.</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-4418231376355628202012-09-12T13:12:00.001+12:002012-09-14T13:00:54.593+12:00Reading Eggs #2<span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey';"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span>
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.7928991853259504"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This term we have started with a new reading program called Reading Eggspress or Reading eggs for short. This is where you can enhance your comprehension, reading skills, and get faster at other things.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I recently asked my teacher, Mr Barks “What is the comprehension gym? Is it a place where you answer questions or maybe even do some activities?” </span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes, you will need to make sure you get at least 12 answers right to move on to the next book” He replied. </span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There are several things you have to do first such as, labelling things, assessing if the book is fiction or nonfiction and many other tasks. At the end you answer 16 questions and get a percentage. I am currently on stage 3-4.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Next we have the stadium. The stadium is a place where you solve problems within sentences such as, what is the verb, adjective or noun.? You have two options which are to challenge someone around the world or simply challenge the computer. It gives you a limit of one minute to do each thing. I’m on level two which is average for me but still it challenges me to enhance my knowledge of words and sentences.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now for the library. This of course, is where you read a book of your choice and answer questions at the end. Trust me when I say that some of these questions are TOUGH! I am still eager to read new books and responding to the difficult questions. This is a great place where you can get better at, you guessed it...READING.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One day you should try this program and I guarantee your kids or students will surely acknowledge their skills. Here is the </span><a href="http://readingeggs.co.nz/"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">link </span></a><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to the website.</span></b><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-75841146850234618672012-09-05T11:59:00.001+12:002012-09-05T11:59:54.763+12:00Nicki Minaj Is Coming To New Zealand!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.40794767439365387"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now for you people who are a bit old to know who Nicki Minaj is, well she is one of my favorite singers and rappers in the entire world. I absolutely love all her songs and I am obsessed with her amazing rapping.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nicki Minaj was born on December 8th, 1982 which was about 30 years ago. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Onika Tanya Maraj is her actual name but her stage name is her Nicki Minaj. She is also known as... </span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Harajuku Barbie, Nicki Lewinski and The Ninja.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now here is the exciting part. She’s coming to New Zealand. Oh my golly gosh! I cannot wait and I bet others can’t wait too. The sad part of this is that I am not allowed to go because I am going somewhere before that. Here’s the </span><a href="http://www.ticketmaster.co.nz/event/240048D56F3F08A8"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">link</span></a><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> for all the info.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even though I can’t go, I know that people are going to be truly overwhelmed. I also can’t wait to see all the video’s that people in my class are going to record.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-46265176077251446532012-09-05T11:58:00.001+12:002012-09-07T13:01:48.615+12:00An Awesome Birthday #2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2NOL021okwxs49-DElar7GyPaJOV73apLw9BgHZkIO5zeMIMjXSzvVkNk3fbfpPlnJw7UpMpjGH6Gsu8a4OvG2l4dK0Q7lJNrrXNgB5-OWBVivmLZYzX2loap3vnT4cK20jrGz8FYIihM/s1600/SAM_1445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2NOL021okwxs49-DElar7GyPaJOV73apLw9BgHZkIO5zeMIMjXSzvVkNk3fbfpPlnJw7UpMpjGH6Gsu8a4OvG2l4dK0Q7lJNrrXNgB5-OWBVivmLZYzX2loap3vnT4cK20jrGz8FYIihM/s200/SAM_1445.JPG" width="200" /></a><b id="internal-source-marker_0.6394785803277045"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Last week on a Sunday night, my sister had her 7th birthday at home. It wasn’t really all that exciting but it made her feel special and happy.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><b><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yes, Yes, I know it was fathers day too, so this made it extra special to celebrate. But it wasn’t really exciting because for some reason everyone felt lazy. Sarcastically walking to the dairy with Tauwhare where she bought her some chocolate, lollies, and a magnum ice cream. “Where’s my goodies?” I stammered. I was extremely filled with jealousy and I just couldn’t wait for the day to end. (No offence baba) As it was getting near 8pm, my mum and dad drove down to pak’nsave and bought a cake along with lollies, m&m’s, a candle and gifts.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Setting up everything made me so determined to munch everything. I called for everyone to come to the table. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear baba, happy birthday to you” As she cut the cake it looked like massive chunks of chocolate just everywhere. Afterwards my face was just filled with sweets and so much chocolate on my face it wasn’t funny. “MMMM, that was delicious” I said exclusively.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I hope you had a happy birthday. Love you sister and may god be with you throughout your life. Love big sister</span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.2957346991170198"><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you know who my best friend is? Tui, Tui is the kind of person of looks short, acts funny and get be a bit weird at times but on the other hand she is ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS ecstatic. Tui is in my class and she is always participates in everything and anything that includes some type of sport or involves running. Here’s a </span><a href="http://pestuis.blogspot.co.nz/"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">link</span></a><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> to her blog so you can check out her work.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The things we do together are so boring but Tui makes them fun and exciting at the same time. Such as detention, whenever we’re on detention we always wait for each other and walk around the school. I know I can tell Tui anything because she has always been secret safe. We have many other friends such as Jasmine and David.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">First reason why Tui is one of my besties is because we hang out an awful lot and have think a lot like. Second of all, she helps whenever I’m struggling and encourages me to keep striving and getting better. We both are similar in the terms of maths and reading but most of all the reason why I Tui is my BFF (Best friend forever) is because she always makes me feel good in the inside and is extremely kind.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Acrostic poem</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 32px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">T</span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">alkative </span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 32px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">S</span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">wimming</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 32px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">U</span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">nderstanding </span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 32px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">E</span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ating</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 32px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I</span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ntelligent </span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 32px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">M</span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">onkey</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 32px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I</span><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">rritating</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tui will always be one of my besties. No matter what happens, even we we argue, fight or disagree about something I still love her till the very end.</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-92152604537000160532012-08-20T14:14:00.001+12:002012-08-20T14:14:24.978+12:00HOORAY! I'm out of hospital<span id="internal-source-marker_0.7619608277454972"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Can you guess where I was for three months and three days? Well I think it’s pretty obvious judging by the title. I was at Starship hospital. Starship is a kids hospital in auckland. My reason for being there is because there was a big mystery of what, caused my foot to get infected. </span></span><br />
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<span id="internal-source-marker_0.7619608277454972"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sleeping in my own bed felt comfortable, soft and it made me feel like I was in heaven. Four days past and it was time for my check up at the hospital. I was really excited about what Doctor Bidwell (my doctor) had to say. “NOOOOOOO!”. You can probably guess what happened. I had to remain in hospital for a couple of weeks. They put a new back slab on me which helps support my foot, I depressingly walked back to the nurses station.</span></span><br />
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<span id="internal-source-marker_0.7619608277454972"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well that’s not exactly how it ended. I had to have three operations that were a approximately two hours long. Now that I’m at school I feel better than ever, I hope that my journey ends but from here onwards I will still remember the children I spent my journey in hospital with.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thanks to Brooke for proofreading my work.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-37599012037538856082012-06-29T10:09:00.001+12:002012-06-29T10:09:13.791+12:00Tamaki Rec Center<span id="internal-source-marker_0.1896868339016795" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
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weeks ago room 18 along with two other boys from room 16 went down to
the Tamaki recenter to play two different kind of sports. We hastily
walked in a group excitingly busting to get up and active.</span></div>
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two particular sports were Basketball and Hockey. If you’ve played
these amazing sports then you will know how fun they are. On the other
hand if you haven’t then I have no doubt that you will love it.</span></div>
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was my team’s first sport and we were up against the boys. It was
intense with the boys always cheating but we were way better than them.
In the end the score was 4-16. We were so depressed but we knew we were
going to dominate them in Hockey. </span></div>
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it was time for Hockey which was coached by my teacher Mr Barks who was
really good at this sport. “On my whistle, 3,2,1 GO!” Tyla whacked the
puck towards our team getting scores over and over again. Mr Barks went
on the boys team just to help them out. “Mr Barks, why did you go on
their team?’ we said depressingly. In the end we were the champs and
celebrated cheerfully. </span></div>
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you want want to learn about these sports? Click the link below to get
more information about these amazing sports. Don’t forget to try out
them too.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-81530569713113245212012-06-22T12:02:00.001+12:002012-06-22T12:02:18.306+12:00PEPA 2012<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.861511847935617" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You may be asking things like “What is PEPA?” PEPA is a show that is held by not only talented students but people who are inspired to shine. PEPA stands for Point England Performing Arts and is a great place to show off your talent.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am involved in PEPA for 2012 and it has made me more confident, get better at things and being the best I can. I am involved in the choir and hip hop seniors. Choir is not only about moving to the music but using your voice to make people really want to listen. Hip hop has taught me to show off my moves, make them look better and bigger along the way.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">PEPA is really enjoyable. On Wednesday night we had a performance in front of the community, parents and teachers. I can’t wait to see all the other students next year striving to succeed. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thanks to Ms Muliaumasealii for being a great organiser and helping us to get better. You’re the BEST!</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-83184239138981377312012-06-15T11:04:00.001+12:002012-06-15T11:04:45.808+12:00The 40 Hour Famine Is Over At Last<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At exactly 12:00 the 40 hour famine started at school on a Friday afternoon. Well let’s just say that we didn’t have to starve for 40 hours we only had to participate in this for only 20 hours. “That was a relief!”I said to myself. I am supporting the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">BLUE </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">team this year but for the sleepover at my school I was in team </span><span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">RED</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. We slept in the library and ate these special kind of lollies called Barley Sugars, juice and water.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This year is my first year for participating in the 40 hour famine. It was a great opportunity to help other people in 2 particular countries. Next year for college I would love to do this again.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Thanks to David who helped edit my witting. If are maybe thinking about doing this amazing event next year then just remember to </span>GO HARD OUT FOR THE HUNGRY!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Please sponsor me me it's to help people in Mali and Niger</b><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><a href="http://famine.org.nz/chelseamakita#.T7Q-e7oDtSk.blogger" style="background-color: white; color: #3143ff; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none;">40 Hour Famine • World Vision • Chelsea Makita's profile</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-5019963908010615802012-06-14T11:45:00.000+12:002012-06-14T11:45:11.984+12:00This Is My Favorite Place<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.362483364995569" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This week we have been assigned to capture a picture of where in the school is our favourite place. We were to take several shots and out of all of them only select one. We also had to give reasons of why we chose this particular shot and make it look interesting at the same time.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The photo above, is my favourite place. It’s the senior playground where all the fun, laughter and is one of the coolest places in the whole school. </span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I like this one because out of all the rest this was one of the best. It is a bit weird but interesting at the same time and I think that that is cool because it shows what kind of things are on the playground. I like the beautiful native trees in the background too. I said to myself “this has to be the one!”</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This is the picture I chose, it reminds me of all the fun things you can play on. It shows the entire picture and I love how the shot was taken as a birds eye view. I would recommend this place if you are a bit bored or even you just want to relax. </span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thanks to David who helped edit my work and just remember that EVERYONE has a favorite place. </span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-2491474033847942582012-06-01T12:09:00.000+12:002012-06-01T12:11:53.084+12:00Robyn Kahukiwa- Kahukura<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="goog_1449851030"></span><span id="goog_1449851031"></span><span id="goog_1944523658"></span><span id="goog_1944523659"></span>During Taonga Time we learnt a little bit about time lapsing and used a basic style of animation to show one of the paintings by a famoys artist 'Robyn Kahukiwa.' Kahukura is the painting a chose. Going step by step was a really long time but it was worth it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-44511093546590956172012-05-30T14:49:00.001+12:002012-05-30T18:17:47.607+12:00The Angel Experiment - Online Novel Study<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9159519849345088" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In our classroom, we all have a novel study that we are working with. My group, the Einsteins, are reading an action book called ‘The Angel Experiment.’ This week our task is to look closely for new and interesting vocabulary. Along with that, we are trying to determine what we like or dislike about the story, We MUST give reasons for these likes or dislikes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This novel is about 6 kids that have some strange powers, but I’ll tell you more about those another time. One of the main characters is Max. Max has wings, is the leader of the group and is tough and fearless. Now you might be thinking that Max sounds like a great guy who looks out for his friends...well he is. Now, here is the first twist in the story...Max is a girl! Believe it or not SHE fights mutant erasers (wolf people) that have a massive army and is a great leader and friend to her clan.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One of the things that I really enjoy about this book is that there are a lot of different emotions and innumerable action scenes. I love stories that have a bit of magic in them and it always helps if authors use great vocabulary to help hook you into their world.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our online novel is a great place to share our thoughts and ideas as we read the book. It challenges us to think about the great vocabulary that we are reading, and it gives us the chance to wonder about things as we read. I feel like I’m actually participating in the adventures instead of just reading a bunch of words. It helps me to see what my classmates are thinking as they read the novel with me. </span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m really looking forward to continuing on this reading journey. I have read other novels, but this one is definitely the best. My reasons...action galore, powerful vocabulary and the opportunity to share my thoughts with classmates. </span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Happy Monkey'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This book is a MUST READ! You will not be disappointed. </span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-72166845958462072872012-05-07T12:41:00.001+12:002012-05-07T12:44:44.627+12:00One Of The Most Famous French Artist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Do you wonder sometimes who famous artist's are? Well I can tell you that I think the same too, especially when it comes to painting in the same style they used and that's when I really need to pay attention. Do you know who this artist is? Here are some clues<br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.8879993967711926"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(1840 - 1926)</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">1. His father ran a grocery business </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">2. His mother was an opera singer</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">3. April 1st 1851 he entered LeHarve secondary school of arts.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">4. When in Paris he saw other painters copying their masters works but he would sit by the window and paint what he saw.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In Paris he met other young painters who became friends and fellow impressionists.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was influenced by Eugene Boudin, Johan Jongkind and Goustare Courvet. Boudin taught him how to use oils as well as outdoor painting techniques.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This famous artist is Oscar Claude Monet who is one of the famous French painters. </span></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-74112311227835557752012-05-02T12:44:00.000+12:002012-05-02T12:44:26.092+12:00What Is Art Alive All About?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="internal-source-marker_0.3716722005046904"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This term our topic is all about ‘Art Alive.’ We are studying famous artists, looking at things in a different perspective and using different kinds and art techniques along the way. </span><br /><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One of my most admired paintings is by a famous artist named Leonardo Da Vinci who began painting the Mona Lisa in the year 1503, and finished it shortly before he died in 1519. If you look at the Mona Lisa painting you can see that one of her eyes are up and one side of her mouth is up too but the other side is down. Nobody knows why this is but is is surely a mystery.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There are different ways to create different kind of arts. There is statues, painting, sketching and even just drawing what you dream. Sometimes when I get bored on rainy days I grab some paper, a pencil, and a rubber and start to draw what I see outside.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This term I am really hoping to learn lots of facts about different artists, get a bit better at art, and learn different techniques for my life later on. </span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-62162717317340634612012-05-01T11:00:00.001+12:002012-05-01T11:00:33.398+12:00Room 18 Presents Happy (Nevershoutnever)Last term room 18 established a movie together that was all planed by the talented Laurien. She decided to make a movie that showed black and white, happiness, sadness, and a lot of funny faces along the way. The song is called 'Happy' by Nevershoutnever. We hope you enjoy it!!!
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.8508207618724555"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you love horses? I love them, I think that they're fun animals and they have many different talents. They can jump really high, gallop, even eat grass and drink 6-8 gallons of water daily. Sometimes when it is a luminous day my sisters, friends, brother and I have a little ride on a horse named D. A police officer named Janet takes them for rides every Sundays to the pony club which includes fun rides, bouncy castles and delicious sausage sizzles. In the future I am really hoping to one day be a famous horse rider.</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221475973984914936.post-36242118894050219342012-03-15T14:29:00.002+13:002012-03-15T14:29:51.689+13:00RESPECT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">R</span></b>EMEMBER <br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>E</b></span>YES AND EARS<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>S</b></span>PEED<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>P</b></span>OSTURE<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">E</span></b>VERYONE<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>C</b></span>O-OPERATING<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>T</b></span>OGETHER<br />
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This whole year our theme is based on 'Respect.' I think to be respectful you have to take care of others, admire people, and to listen to others while they talk. You have to respect friends, teachers, parents, community and even people who you don't really like.<br />
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This is one of my favourite songs that is all about RESPECT<br />
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