The forest was empty to me more than the entire forest was pitch-black. My shoes felt damped, as I could feel the humidity on my skin, the sky was black as ink and the trees swayed in the breeze. Lost in the greenwood forest with no idea how to get out, my blood-curdling as the cold air went down my back.

The clock ticked 12 on a shadowy and sunless Monday morning. I left to meet Mary at her house, my best friend. We were having the time of our lives when a silly idea popped up in that little head of Mary’s.

Mary and her foolish and idiotic mindset wanted to go into the prohibited forest. My mother called it the impermissible forbidden forest because we weren’t allowed or permitted to go there…for so reason.

But still, we went anyways… She had decided for us to take an adventure in the gloomy forest where there was no sun to shine through the greenwood forest. Mary took my hand and headed to the forest. Our journey began!

Mary and I were walking fast as we tried t

o explore, but we had no idea where we were. Lost in the forest we were, we roamed around worrying. I knew this was not a good idea…But still continued.

We strolled around the greenwood forest again but little did we know we were going round in circles. Until Mary mentioned that she saw a house that seemed disturbing and haunted every time.

Mary had another insane idea. She sugges

ted going into the haunted house so that we could rest. I knew this would end terribly, but I just agreed. I opened the rigid door, and we both went in.

The inside of the house was grubby, full of grim and dust. It had hoary furniture and a staircase that seemed like it would collapse at any minute. I felt a wried feeling inside my gut. It made me sick to my guts. My stomach gave me a gruelling time as if it was trying to tell me something.

She once said, “Insecurity is rooted in your lack of worth, whereas intuition is a vigilant defender of your worth. The more you listen to your inner voice of truth, while not

listening to the voice of lies, the more you know that you can trust your inner knowing”. And now I know what she meant.

Mary and I both lay on the old-fashioned, dusty bed. After ten elongating long minutes had passed, the two of us quickly decided to leave the haunted house and go back into the forest. As we took a step, noises came out of nowhere, creepy and eerie noises and then BANG! The door slammed shut!

The roof started collapsing as the windows started breaking, and millions of shattered pieces of glass were on the floor! We were trapped in the haunted house in the middle of the forest, alone, stranded, with no one with us. Mary said, “Let’s get out from this window, make sure you don’t hurt yourself”

So we climbed out of the shattered window carefully and slowly, trying not to get hurt by the glass that was pointing toward us. We made it out of the haunted house, I was so glad but we still had to get out of the murky forest.

We walked around the forest, trying to find a way out. It felt like we had been walking forever, my legs felt like jelly and I had no energy left. I was exhausted! I sat down when suddenly I saw something. Turning back to Mary, I told her to follow me, and they’re a few minutes later we found ourselves on a street.

Mary said, “How did you get us here on this street Emily?”, I replied. Well, you see I saw this path of light, I decided to follow it and remember how you told me that there is no sun to shine through the forest well today I think we had a miracle”.

Task description: This week during literacy as our writing task we had to use descriptive language to describe what is going on rather than telling, and describe actions that help paint a picture in my readers mind, after that we completed the task, and posted it on our blog. I enjoyed this task very much, and I hope to do more like this soon. Hope you enjoyed. Please leave a comment; thank you for visiting my blog.

Tatau

Hi my name is Zaria, and I have decided to go back in time to discover, and retell a myth that was told to the children in samoan called Tatau. This myth is about twin sisters called Taema and Telafae’nga travelling to visit a relative married to Te fiti. They received a basket of tattoo products. They thought of tattooing the women and not the men as the women were allowed and men weren’t. As that was the rule for the people of samoan, if they wanted to receive tattoos from Fiji. 

The sister’s, Taema and Telafae’nga left Fiji and went to the Samona islands, tattooing the women and not the men. When they surfaced Taema was the Goddess of swimming and Tilafaiga was the goddess of canoeing. Tatau samoa history was passed down by songs long before the missionary arrived on the island, legends and myths tell the story.

Samoan tattoos, or tatau, is a tradition that goes back for centuries. I always thought that meant that the symbols used would be the same over the years, but further study has shown me that tatau can evolve just as much as clothes do over time.  Not only that, but the interpretation of each symbol or section, while keeping similar meanings, can vary from artist to artist.

I think it is also interesting to note that it is considered disrespectful to copy another person’s tattoo and tattoo artists usually refuse to do so. Each tattoo, whether traditional or not, refers to the recipient’s family history, accomplishments, and responsibilities. Meaning, each tattoo is unique to that person! It’s no wonder that tatau are seen as being sacred and something to be treated with respect!

A tatau represents the recipient’s heritage, personal history, present, and future.  Their tatau represents everything that makes them who they are as well as who they will be!  It also represents their family and the community they belong to.  The pain of receiving the tatau, that was also endured by generations of Samoans before them, brings the recipient closer to their ancestors and creates an inseparable bond between him or her and their family.

The origin of the Samoan tatau is believed to have been introduced to the Samoa islands by two Fiji women, who came ashore with the tools and knowledge of tattooing. The tale proclaimed that the two sisters sang a song, which chanted that women are only to be tattooed, but as they neared the beach shores, the song mistakenly became reversed, indicating that only the men will be tattooed. 

At first no one was interested in their art and skills. It was difficult to convince anyone to give them a chance. But finally one of the Samoan chiefs decided to give these women the opportunity by offering himself to the whole ordeal of getting a tatau. Soon the art of tatau became a family tradition that spread throughout the culture.

The artwork and designs go beyond being skin deep, there is history and deep meanings behind them. The tattoo and designs of the Samoa islands represents community, power, status, respect, honour, and is a mark of pride that is only to be worn by Samoans. For those who have no cultural influence or heritage background it is an act of disrespect to display their symbols and designs.

The Samoan word for tattoo came from the Polynesian language. The word tatau originates from the tapping sounds of the tool made during tattooing. This primitive tattoo tool was made of bone or boar husk sharpened into a comb style shape with serrated teeth like needles. It was then attached to a small piece of sea turtle shell that was connected to a wooden handle. Several of these tools are made with different comb sizes for use for small or thick lines.

The ink or pigment used in the tatau rituals is made from the candle nut or lama nut. These nuts were placed on a hot fire to smoulder and a coconut shell was placed on top collecting the soot that came from the nuts. Once there is enough, the soot is mixed with sugar water. 

The Samoan tattoo artist is known as the Tafuga. He is responsible for the execution of the design and the tattooing sessions. Traditionally, only descendants of a Tafuga can continue on with the practice of tattooing. The father passes his skills and knowledge on ensuring that the tatau ritual continues.

The Samoan tradition of applying tattoo, or tatau, by hand,has long been defined by rank and title, with chiefs and their assistants, descending from notable families in the proper birth order. The tattooing ceremonies for young chiefs, typically conducted at the onset of puberty, were elaborate affairs and were a key part of their ascendance to a leadership role.

The Samoan tatau is very unique in the world firstly because of its history and as a lot of people know it’s the only Polynesian archipelago where it has had a continuous practice and has been continuously undertaken despite the presence of missionaries.  “So that’s what we wanted to understand – how come only in Samoa? What were the historical circumstances that explain the continuity of this practice?” Sebastian said.

Sean said for him just on a pure, practise level it’s distinctive through its tools and hand tapping technique. “It’s important to me as a Samoan because it’s been a way or a medium through which to explore Samoa’s history and culture and how it’s changed over a few centuries, several centuries over 3,000 years. So tatau is a medium that allows me and hopefully other readers of the book to understand that.”

Decades of work has gone into the comprehensive exploration of the history and shifting social contexts of the malofie in this beautiful hardcover edition.  Archival information sources from around the world and historic photographs sit side by side with contemporary pop cultural references of tatau in the modern day, in this important record of the journey of tatau.

Task description: This week during literacy as our writing task we had to use descriptive language to describe what is going on rather than telling, and describe actions that help paint a picture in my readers mind, after that we completed the task, and posted it on our blog. I enjoyed this task very much, and I hope to do more like this soon. Hope you enjoyed. Please leave a comment; thank you for visiting my blog.

Once a year the year 8’s go out on a leadership camp, to become better at following the three P’s partnership, participation and protection and communication. The amazing year 7 starts there step up days, which means we lead the school well the year 8’s are away learning and also become better at following the three P’s, like the year 8’s. And I’m going to talk about my two favourite things we did together as a team.

My first favourite thing we did probably was the silhouette art that my team, the Mighty Kiwis, did with Mrs Ilaoa. My reason for this is because I do a lot of painting and art at home, so it was very relaxing and fun. Another reason is because I was in a group with my friends so that just made it better.

My second favourite thing we did is going to be the movie that the teachers play in our movie theatre aka the street. My cause for this is because all the year 7’s were coming together and having fun. Also because our lovely teachers got us all popcorn with lollies at the bottom of the container.

So thank you so much for the food, amazing activities, and more. To repay your love and care for us for those days, the year 7’s promise them to carry what we learned together in those three days throughout the rest of our lives, to show support to everyone even if you don’t know them.

Vika is a calm, gentle, and reserved person, with a positive character trait. Naturally, when I met her she was a quiet and peaceful person. Serene as a light in the darkness. I could think of millions of words to describe her, but the one that comes to mind is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, because she has a wonderful and extraordinary heart. 

Vika is a brilliant, classy, compelling, dazzling, odd, and outlandish friend. Vika is also peculiar, quaint, singular, and strange. She is one in a million when it comes to her heart and mind. She’s a quiet person, she has always been a quiet person, even in her past life. Though she was a pretty normal person I would say.

Vika is loyal and quiet to the people she cares about but when you get to the other side of her she’s like another person. I like how she is a talkative person but only to her close friends, and she loves to do her hair everyday. She is confident in what she does and lets nobody tell her she’s wrong if she knows she is right.

Vika is a quiet person and it’s for a reason. If she lets you get to know her amazing personality and mindset then you will understand the reason. She loves to work hard, care too much and lets people in too easily. She is a very trustworthy person, and I know this because she is the only one of my friends that can keep a secret. 

Thinking back on the many decisions, and choices that she has made. A lot of the choices involved several different individuals throughout her social circle. Vika had many life lessons that she was supposed to learn from, but in reality she’s the one who’s giving the advice to the person that wasn’t.

She has come to realise that a few of those decisions turned out good, and others not so good. Regardless of the outcome, opinions were formed by those around her. Everything about Vika as a person has come together to form views, opinions, and perspectives about Vika in her own and in other people’s eyes. Everyone has a word to describe her, even myself.

So I’m going to list 20 words to describe Vika, (1) peaceful, (2) serious, (3) silent, (4) phenomenal, (5) taciturn, (6) sympathetic, (7) great, (8) excellent, (9) amazing, (10) awesome, (11) astounding, (12) bedazzling, (13) brilliant,classy, (14) compelling, (15) dazzling, (16) odd, (17) outlandish, (18) peculiar, (19) kind, (20) special, and there’s this a bunch more I could think of it.

I hope everyone can find a good, kind, worthy, sensational, excellent, wonderful, and fantastic friend like Vika because she is an amazing person that each and every one of us in the world deserve, through suffering and pain, happiness and enjoyment, anger and madness. If you have a friend like Vika, then is he or she exactly the word that used to describe my friend, let me know in the comment below.