Percy Spencer
Percy Spencer was born July 9, 1894 in Howland Maine but he was an American inventor.
Percy Spencer created the microwave he was standing in front of a magnetron the power tube the radar set. Feeling a sudden strange sensation Spencer noticed that the chocolate in his pocket started to melt. Then he got an idea maybe it’s another way to cook food, then he went to get some uncooked popcorn and he stood in front of the magnetron and it popped.
From this simple experiment Spencer and Raytheon developed this microwave oven the first microwave was big like a fridge was only in big business where they cook food quickly.
There are a few problems with the microwave you could not brown meat in it or make French fries nice and crunchy the company chefs refuse to cook food in the microwave.
The microwave has gone through a lot of changes. Today most people have to defrost there meat and heat there food quickly
Done by Jack Seetai and Alex Vaga
Room 10 Middle School Mana
Friday, November 19, 2010
Topic
Henry Ford
Henry Ford was a young man who loved tinkering with machines.
He was born on 30th of July on the year 1863, to his beloved parents William Ford and Mary Litogot Ford in Dearborn, Michigan.
Sadly as he was living, his mother had passed away in 1876. In 1879 Ford leaves the family farm and he had shifted to Detroit to work in the city’s machine shops.
In 1876 Ford completes his first car. The vehicle was named Quadricycle. In 1899 he leaves the Edison Illuminating Company and had begun a new career making certain vehicles.
On the year 1908 Henry Ford began making the famous Ford Model T. 1910 was a special year, a year that Ford opened a new factory at Highland Park, of Detroit.
In 1927 production of the Ford Model T had ended. Henry Ford had opened the Edison Institute of Technology a major museum.
Sadly in 1947 Henry Ford had come to the time to die, not with shame but with pride.
By: Laulile Maka
Henry Ford was a young man who loved tinkering with machines.
He was born on 30th of July on the year 1863, to his beloved parents William Ford and Mary Litogot Ford in Dearborn, Michigan.
Sadly as he was living, his mother had passed away in 1876. In 1879 Ford leaves the family farm and he had shifted to Detroit to work in the city’s machine shops.
In 1876 Ford completes his first car. The vehicle was named Quadricycle. In 1899 he leaves the Edison Illuminating Company and had begun a new career making certain vehicles.
On the year 1908 Henry Ford began making the famous Ford Model T. 1910 was a special year, a year that Ford opened a new factory at Highland Park, of Detroit.
In 1927 production of the Ford Model T had ended. Henry Ford had opened the Edison Institute of Technology a major museum.
Sadly in 1947 Henry Ford had come to the time to die, not with shame but with pride.
By: Laulile Maka
Monday, November 15, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Weekend
The weekend I went to the Mormon Church and every time I went there I always sing I went home and I saw my dog walk by my side I felt happy I walk safely at home because the dog helped me and I was excited
My mother and my sister went to buy bubblegum and my sister I had to stay home by myself my dad came from church and my dad dog had bitten my dad no thing was that god I went and sat net to met dad was like the god the fat cat was following me
From Caroline Faatamalii
My mother and my sister went to buy bubblegum and my sister I had to stay home by myself my dad came from church and my dad dog had bitten my dad no thing was that god I went and sat net to met dad was like the god the fat cat was following me
From Caroline Faatamalii
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Weekend Poem
Letters
Mrs Lologa
Room10
S.E.H.C. Middle School
2 Franklyne
Otara
Monday 15 February
Dear Mrs Lologa
I believe we should wear P.E gear when we have fitness and P.E time, because first P.E makes me fit, and I run better in my P.E gear. You don’t see the all blacks playing in church clothes because you can’t run in it properly.
Second P.E gear should be worn because I like the colour blue and when I run it makes me happy. If you go and do P.E in your school uniform you make it dirty.
Third of all it is good to wear P.E because you don’t rip your uniform and don’t make it smelly. When you wear you wear P.E gear you show middle school MANA.P.E gear should be worn because it’s blue and very attractive and I look gangster in it.
Yours truly
Robert Valele
Room10
S.E.H.C. Middle School
2 Franklyne
Otara
Monday 15 February
Dear Mrs Lologa
I believe we should wear P.E gear when we have fitness and P.E time, because first P.E makes me fit, and I run better in my P.E gear. You don’t see the all blacks playing in church clothes because you can’t run in it properly.
Second P.E gear should be worn because I like the colour blue and when I run it makes me happy. If you go and do P.E in your school uniform you make it dirty.
Third of all it is good to wear P.E because you don’t rip your uniform and don’t make it smelly. When you wear you wear P.E gear you show middle school MANA.P.E gear should be worn because it’s blue and very attractive and I look gangster in it.
Yours truly
Robert Valele
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Letters from room10
P.I
I am a life lava lava lava loving P.I
I am a tattoo loving P.I
I am a hard holy like my priest P.I.
I am a boxer P.I
I am a game freak P.I
I am a tough, brown as coconut P.I
I am a biker P.I
I am a runner P.I
Im a Samoan P.I
Im a joker, jumper, juggler P.I
Im a drummer P.I
Im a pisupo loving P.I
I am like bull P.I
Im a hard Hillary P.I
By Alex Vaga
I am a tattoo loving P.I
I am a hard holy like my priest P.I.
I am a boxer P.I
I am a game freak P.I
I am a tough, brown as coconut P.I
I am a biker P.I
I am a runner P.I
Im a Samoan P.I
Im a joker, jumper, juggler P.I
Im a drummer P.I
Im a pisupo loving P.I
I am like bull P.I
Im a hard Hillary P.I
By Alex Vaga
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I am a P.I Poem
Poems
I am a trouble maker P.I
I am a Nike P.I
I am a never care P.I
I am a black boy P.I
I am a tattoo loving P.I
I am a Middle School P.I
I am a south side P.I
I am a jumping like a kangaroo P.I
I am a never wash the dishes P.I
I am a proud P.I
I am a gold digger P.I
By Danny Vaipo
I am a Nike P.I
I am a never care P.I
I am a black boy P.I
I am a tattoo loving P.I
I am a Middle School P.I
I am a south side P.I
I am a jumping like a kangaroo P.I
I am a never wash the dishes P.I
I am a proud P.I
I am a gold digger P.I
By Danny Vaipo
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Poems from room10
PE GEAR
Dear Mrs Lologa
I believe that P.E uniform should not be worn because I gee shorts .t too hot and I hate the shorts. Why? It’s not my kind of material I like .I don’t need to wear P.E gear because it looks ugly and it’s the wrong colour and I think you should be able to wear anything you want .
Its better then buying your P.E gear and because it might be to much money for example if its $20 and you have five brothers then that would be $100 and that its very expensive I think spare clothes is better because you can wear anything you want to wear to school for P.E, and saves your parents money.
I believe that we should not wear P.E gear because we don’t need to waste our time doing detention. I believe that we should not wear P.E because we can just spare clothes.
Yours truly,
Danny Vaipo
I believe that P.E uniform should not be worn because I gee shorts .t too hot and I hate the shorts. Why? It’s not my kind of material I like .I don’t need to wear P.E gear because it looks ugly and it’s the wrong colour and I think you should be able to wear anything you want .
Its better then buying your P.E gear and because it might be to much money for example if its $20 and you have five brothers then that would be $100 and that its very expensive I think spare clothes is better because you can wear anything you want to wear to school for P.E, and saves your parents money.
I believe that we should not wear P.E gear because we don’t need to waste our time doing detention. I believe that we should not wear P.E because we can just spare clothes.
Yours truly,
Danny Vaipo
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PE GEAR letter from Otara
PE GEAR
Marben Tulia
S.E.H.C
2 Franklyne Road
Otara
Monday 15th February 2010
Dear Mrs Lologa
I am writing this letter to you, why we should wear P.E gear for fitness. I believe we should wear P.E gear for
Fitness, so that we don’t get b.o and I don’t want to get smelly uniform because we can sweat lots in our P.E uniform and then take it off.
I think we should wear P.E gear because it makes the boys smell nicer than the girls. And school uniform is way nicer than the P.E gear that’s why I don’t want my school uniform to be dirty.
It’s good to wear P.E gear because I don’t want to sit next to a smelly girl. And I don’t want to walk around the school at morning break. And I don’t want to let our teacher down by wearing school uniform for fitness. P.E ROCKS!!!
Yours Sincerely
Marben Tulia
S.E.H.C
2 Franklyne Road
Otara
Monday 15th February 2010
Dear Mrs Lologa
I am writing this letter to you, why we should wear P.E gear for fitness. I believe we should wear P.E gear for
Fitness, so that we don’t get b.o and I don’t want to get smelly uniform because we can sweat lots in our P.E uniform and then take it off.
I think we should wear P.E gear because it makes the boys smell nicer than the girls. And school uniform is way nicer than the P.E gear that’s why I don’t want my school uniform to be dirty.
It’s good to wear P.E gear because I don’t want to sit next to a smelly girl. And I don’t want to walk around the school at morning break. And I don’t want to let our teacher down by wearing school uniform for fitness. P.E ROCKS!!!
Yours Sincerely
Marben Tulia
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PE GEAR letter from Otara
Literacy
See the boy
See the boy grow in Mangere, South Auckland
In the 21st Century in a non good suburb
See him going to school in Otara
S.E.H.C in a multi cultural school
From Junior School to the Middle School
Following his sisters’ footsteps
Hillary from Otara proud learning the values of Nurture, Inspire, Challenge and Empower
Going to school with Samoans, Tongans, Niueans
See the boy never seeing himself
Or his mates
In rugby
In netball
Never looking at himself in the mirror and saying he’s clever
See the boy saying to himself he can succeed in all of his goals
See the boy forcing himself to work hard
See him
See the boy roaming around a fobby Mangere Markets.
See the boy having to’anai every Sundays and then have noodles for the rest of the week
See the boy see me a loving and caring person in me.
By Jack
See the boy grow in Mangere, South Auckland
In the 21st Century in a non good suburb
See him going to school in Otara
S.E.H.C in a multi cultural school
From Junior School to the Middle School
Following his sisters’ footsteps
Hillary from Otara proud learning the values of Nurture, Inspire, Challenge and Empower
Going to school with Samoans, Tongans, Niueans
See the boy never seeing himself
Or his mates
In rugby
In netball
Never looking at himself in the mirror and saying he’s clever
See the boy saying to himself he can succeed in all of his goals
See the boy forcing himself to work hard
See him
See the boy roaming around a fobby Mangere Markets.
See the boy having to’anai every Sundays and then have noodles for the rest of the week
See the boy see me a loving and caring person in me.
By Jack
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Boy Poem
I Am A P.I
I am an original Otarian Hillirian rep’n P.I
I am a addicted bebofreackalicious fobby P.I
I am a blush’n bootilicious bumshaking boy lovin P.I
I am a hardcore hip-hop music lovin P.I
I am a southsided summer pimp’n gangsta hardcore LOL smiley face summer lovin hot look’n P.I
I am a Hillirian geek’d up jerk’d chic P.I
I am a lavalava low life living P.I
I am a Hillirian proud P.I
I am a cornbeef talo and chopsui lovin P.I
I am the biqqest Justin Bieber fan P.I
I am the next top model P.I
I am a colour lovin chic P.I
I am a good lookin P.I
I am a true and real P.I
I am a SpongeBob skinny jeans lovin P.I
I am the next best dancer like Beyonce Knowles
I am a proud karaponga P.I
I am a gold digger like Jamie Fox P.I
I am Hawaiian Tattoo lovin P.I
I am Alana and very proud P.I
By Alana Kitai
I am a addicted bebofreackalicious fobby P.I
I am a blush’n bootilicious bumshaking boy lovin P.I
I am a hardcore hip-hop music lovin P.I
I am a southsided summer pimp’n gangsta hardcore LOL smiley face summer lovin hot look’n P.I
I am a Hillirian geek’d up jerk’d chic P.I
I am a lavalava low life living P.I
I am a Hillirian proud P.I
I am a cornbeef talo and chopsui lovin P.I
I am the biqqest Justin Bieber fan P.I
I am the next top model P.I
I am a colour lovin chic P.I
I am a good lookin P.I
I am a true and real P.I
I am a SpongeBob skinny jeans lovin P.I
I am the next best dancer like Beyonce Knowles
I am a proud karaponga P.I
I am a gold digger like Jamie Fox P.I
I am Hawaiian Tattoo lovin P.I
I am Alana and very proud P.I
By Alana Kitai
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I am a P.I Poem
PE GEAR
Mrs Lologa
Room10
S.E.H.C.M.S
2 Franklyne rd
Otara
Tuesday 16 February 2010
Dear Mrs Lologa
I believe P.E gear should not be worn at fitness or any other time. Why? First I don’t like the colour blue, it doesn’t suit me. Second it’s too expensive and lastly it smells.
First I really hate blue it doesn’t suit me. P.E uniform are so ugly look at them, they make me feel like a girl. I want to be a boy not a girl. This feeling cause low self esteem.
Second it’s too expensive. I got 3 brothers and 4 sisters and they’re all going to get a P.E gear, my poor parents can’t afford that. This cause more stress for my family.
Lastly P.E gear should be worn as people don’t wash their P.E gear everyday. They wear it over and over again and it starts to smell. This affects my learning as I can’t work with a smelly shirt.
In conclusion P.E gear should not be worn because the colour is so ugly it makes you feel like a girl and it’s too expensive for my parents and also you wear the same clothes because you will look poor and you will smell.
Yours truly
Sione Fononga
Room10
S.E.H.C.M.S
2 Franklyne rd
Otara
Tuesday 16 February 2010
Dear Mrs Lologa
I believe P.E gear should not be worn at fitness or any other time. Why? First I don’t like the colour blue, it doesn’t suit me. Second it’s too expensive and lastly it smells.
First I really hate blue it doesn’t suit me. P.E uniform are so ugly look at them, they make me feel like a girl. I want to be a boy not a girl. This feeling cause low self esteem.
Second it’s too expensive. I got 3 brothers and 4 sisters and they’re all going to get a P.E gear, my poor parents can’t afford that. This cause more stress for my family.
Lastly P.E gear should be worn as people don’t wash their P.E gear everyday. They wear it over and over again and it starts to smell. This affects my learning as I can’t work with a smelly shirt.
In conclusion P.E gear should not be worn because the colour is so ugly it makes you feel like a girl and it’s too expensive for my parents and also you wear the same clothes because you will look poor and you will smell.
Yours truly
Sione Fononga
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Letters
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Recount
Have you ever been a victim of the ocean well I have and im going to tell you all about it.
It all started on the 30th of may at a beach called Kava kava bay it was my god mothers 31st birthday “ Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to Lizzy Happy birthday to you” Yeah lets jump in the water now is all I hear as we finish singing, the little kids had to wait for a bit but the rest of us were allowed to go it was a windy but sunny day the current was a bit harsh but we reckoned that it’ll be fine, We jumped in and started playing around running and jumping diving and having fun until something hit us.
“Smack” right in my face a huge wave hits me I start kicking my legs and waving my arms trying to get up but I couldn’t I didn’t want to give up but I couldn’t I didn’t want to give up I kept kicking my legs as hard as i could but it was to hard I was about to give up but right at that moment I heard a voice calling my name “Angel where are you” I took a deep breathe and started calling “Im over here over here” I started waving my hands in the air then I could feel someone’s hand grab mine and say “don’t worry your going to be ok” I just nodded my head and then these people tied a rope around my waist, My heart was still pounding so hard like the waves hitting the rocks. These people pulled me up on there boat but as soon as they asked for my name I suddenly blacked out. I woke up on shore, my family were surrounding me and a paramedic was looking my leg, I could hear my family crying, I felt my mothers hand holding mine, I hear the paramedic say ‘She stable but with a broken leg like that shes going to need surgery. I black out again and awake in the hospital.
My eyes opened one by one but my sight was a bit blurry. I looked up and could see the ceiling, I turned my head and my mum was sleeping next to me, Her hand in mine but I couldn’t say anything, I just blinked once to get her attention and she opened her eyes gave me a big hug and said ‘Everything is going to be ok’ I hugged her back and cried.
Through all the commotion none of my family died but it left 2 others dead 11 injured and 73 alive and I was thankful to those 3 men who saved me because I believe if they hadn’t found me I would be dead and not know the people I know today.
By Angel Tangianau
It all started on the 30th of may at a beach called Kava kava bay it was my god mothers 31st birthday “ Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to Lizzy Happy birthday to you” Yeah lets jump in the water now is all I hear as we finish singing, the little kids had to wait for a bit but the rest of us were allowed to go it was a windy but sunny day the current was a bit harsh but we reckoned that it’ll be fine, We jumped in and started playing around running and jumping diving and having fun until something hit us.
“Smack” right in my face a huge wave hits me I start kicking my legs and waving my arms trying to get up but I couldn’t I didn’t want to give up but I couldn’t I didn’t want to give up I kept kicking my legs as hard as i could but it was to hard I was about to give up but right at that moment I heard a voice calling my name “Angel where are you” I took a deep breathe and started calling “Im over here over here” I started waving my hands in the air then I could feel someone’s hand grab mine and say “don’t worry your going to be ok” I just nodded my head and then these people tied a rope around my waist, My heart was still pounding so hard like the waves hitting the rocks. These people pulled me up on there boat but as soon as they asked for my name I suddenly blacked out. I woke up on shore, my family were surrounding me and a paramedic was looking my leg, I could hear my family crying, I felt my mothers hand holding mine, I hear the paramedic say ‘She stable but with a broken leg like that shes going to need surgery. I black out again and awake in the hospital.
My eyes opened one by one but my sight was a bit blurry. I looked up and could see the ceiling, I turned my head and my mum was sleeping next to me, Her hand in mine but I couldn’t say anything, I just blinked once to get her attention and she opened her eyes gave me a big hug and said ‘Everything is going to be ok’ I hugged her back and cried.
Through all the commotion none of my family died but it left 2 others dead 11 injured and 73 alive and I was thankful to those 3 men who saved me because I believe if they hadn’t found me I would be dead and not know the people I know today.
By Angel Tangianau
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Recount from room10
Pasifika Hard
Pacifica hard
See the pacific islanders walking around with socks and jandal’s see us eating with our bare hands
See us taking humungous bites see some pacific islanders taking interest in other cultures see us amazed in the Tongan people doing a danced called the maululu see all pacific islanders sitting down and drinking a coconut drink.
See your mum spending her money on T-shirts only for me see her giving her money away to her family that’s dancing see me watching my cousins dance see them smiling with glee. See one of my cousins sing his voice is melody to my ears see me trying to hide and not be chosen for around the world.
See me bribing my mom to get me T-shirt saying time to pump up the beat see the pacific islanders unit and sing a sweet melody see me laugh and have a good time listening to some funky beats.
By Angel.T
See the pacific islanders walking around with socks and jandal’s see us eating with our bare hands
See us taking humungous bites see some pacific islanders taking interest in other cultures see us amazed in the Tongan people doing a danced called the maululu see all pacific islanders sitting down and drinking a coconut drink.
See your mum spending her money on T-shirts only for me see her giving her money away to her family that’s dancing see me watching my cousins dance see them smiling with glee. See one of my cousins sing his voice is melody to my ears see me trying to hide and not be chosen for around the world.
See me bribing my mom to get me T-shirt saying time to pump up the beat see the pacific islanders unit and sing a sweet melody see me laugh and have a good time listening to some funky beats.
By Angel.T
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Pasifika Festival Poem
The Sun
Round star the earth is shining
Hoy Hot the sizzling ground makes my feet turn red.
Bright clear and fine is the suns natural way of smiling.
The shimmering heat waves make my head turn round.
Hot Hot Hot like a volcanoes lava.
You shine so bright inside me you make my smile shine.
By Angel
Hoy Hot the sizzling ground makes my feet turn red.
Bright clear and fine is the suns natural way of smiling.
The shimmering heat waves make my head turn round.
Hot Hot Hot like a volcanoes lava.
You shine so bright inside me you make my smile shine.
By Angel
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Sun Poem from Otara
My Village
E alu aso toe. Sau SA e le galo iai teau Lou aiga. I toonu o Lou aiga. E aoao mai ai lau ami. I le Tami ga Fai ma iai I low tama ua manu IA le pepa a le sei SA faapea mai Lou tama ole a ma tou omai I New Zealand. SA ou faapea atu. I Lou tama o le a le mea la ta tou o’o ai I New Zealand. Ae Fai mai Lou tama o le saue. Ina o otou luamaga. I sa faapea lou ma gato o le a ou misia lou atu nuu pete o Samoan a e leai sa faapea ona matou fesotai luga o le tele foni ma lou aiga alu alu alu sei ou ma ou matua ou alu ai fle aog e o’o mai lava le tami nie ua ou faalogo atu foi I le tama le nei loe a lata mai foi le tami ma tout e o ai I Samoa I le a lou tina matua ua oti I le 2007 ae faapea foi lou igoa I a leilani la e gou ai fou sister I totonu o lou aiga oute fiafia I tani uma I lou aiga out e fiafia foi I luma a lou mufalua e iai le malae tele I luma o le fale e fai tasi ai ma tout a aloga I le muafale I le ma tou aig a. I tonu o Lou aiga out e faaoloale I tagata matua ma ou matua ae faapea foi tagata e Malaga I le nuu ESE o le Tami le nei o lea oute alu I le aoga.
By Caroline Faatamalii
By Caroline Faatamalii
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Recount from Otara
Thursday, March 25, 2010
-Shimmering Sun-
Shimmering, scorching sore sun burn from the
Shining hot shimmers sun.
Effulgent sun that glistens on my
Soft brown skin.
The sun is like a big round fire ball that twinkles on my skin.
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!
The sun lights up the whole world.
The sun is my light that beams through
My window every morning.
The sun wakes me up every morning gleaming on my window.
Glistening, Glittering, Gleaming
Sun will always be my friend.
By Lotomau Maifala
Shining hot shimmers sun.
Effulgent sun that glistens on my
Soft brown skin.
The sun is like a big round fire ball that twinkles on my skin.
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!
The sun lights up the whole world.
The sun is my light that beams through
My window every morning.
The sun wakes me up every morning gleaming on my window.
Glistening, Glittering, Gleaming
Sun will always be my friend.
By Lotomau Maifala
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from Otara,
Sun Poem
-Pasifika Festival-
When we first met were all trying to fit.
All of us were learning a new song.
All of us were learning how to Siva.
All of us feeling nervous.
All of us struggling to move on.
All of us smelling like fragrance.
Enjoying Life.
Having Pasifika Pride.
Having a Pasifika unity altogether
Coming together as one.
All of us smelling like Samoan oil.
Hairs tied up on a bun.
All of us having beautiful smile on our beautiful faces.
Tasting like sweet mangoes.
Both of us trying to search for a rhythm.
Both of us trying to make up a beat using our hands and leg and the floor.
All of us trying to find time
To To’olunga
To Meke
To Tamule
To Siva
To Taualuga
To Mauluulu
To Powhiri
Within ourselves.
By Lotomau Maifala
All of us were learning a new song.
All of us were learning how to Siva.
All of us feeling nervous.
All of us struggling to move on.
All of us smelling like fragrance.
Enjoying Life.
Having Pasifika Pride.
Having a Pasifika unity altogether
Coming together as one.
All of us smelling like Samoan oil.
Hairs tied up on a bun.
All of us having beautiful smile on our beautiful faces.
Tasting like sweet mangoes.
Both of us trying to search for a rhythm.
Both of us trying to make up a beat using our hands and leg and the floor.
All of us trying to find time
To To’olunga
To Meke
To Tamule
To Siva
To Taualuga
To Mauluulu
To Powhiri
Within ourselves.
By Lotomau Maifala
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from Otara,
Pasifika Festival Poem
Monday, March 22, 2010
Pasifika Festival Poem
Pasifika Festival
Pacifika Festival
Pacifika Festival a time for Pacific Unity.
Pacifika Festival a day to enjoy.
See the girl going to Pacifika festival
See her going on the free bus
See everyone enjoying and watching different cultures dance
the Cook islanders-Hula,
the Tongans-Ma uluulu,
the Samoans-Siva, the Niueans-Aka,
Maori’s-Powhiri.
See her listening to the solid drum beats boom boom boom the sound of the pate
Pacifika Festival
Pacifika Festival a time for Pacific Unity.
Pacifika
Festival a day to enjoy.
See the cook islanders gracefully dancing to the beautiful drum beats, so better than the rest.
See her mouth watering for food like: doughnuts, raw fish, mussels, chop soy, chicken curry, roast chicken, pork, and taro.
See her stuffing her mouth with delicious traditional pacific food.
Pacifika Festival
Pacifika Festival a time for Pacific Unity.
Pacifika Festival a day to enjoy.
By Alana
Pacifika Festival
Pacifika Festival a time for Pacific Unity.
Pacifika Festival a day to enjoy.
See the girl going to Pacifika festival
See her going on the free bus
See everyone enjoying and watching different cultures dance
the Cook islanders-Hula,
the Tongans-Ma uluulu,
the Samoans-Siva, the Niueans-Aka,
Maori’s-Powhiri.
See her listening to the solid drum beats boom boom boom the sound of the pate
Pacifika Festival
Pacifika Festival a time for Pacific Unity.
Pacifika
Festival a day to enjoy.
See the cook islanders gracefully dancing to the beautiful drum beats, so better than the rest.
See her mouth watering for food like: doughnuts, raw fish, mussels, chop soy, chicken curry, roast chicken, pork, and taro.
See her stuffing her mouth with delicious traditional pacific food.
Pacifika Festival
Pacifika Festival a time for Pacific Unity.
Pacifika Festival a day to enjoy.
By Alana
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Pasifika Festival Poem
Pasifika Festival
Pasifika Hard
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Siva Samoa Siva Cook island see the Niue playing kilikiti with the Tongans
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
See the teine shaking her ass see the boys doing the sasa see the island eating they food like taro, raw fish and fresh niu
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
See heaps of people coming and watching see the boys shaking they hands and saying good bye to each other
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
See the boys doing haka and saying Manu Samoa hard
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
See the Tonga doing the Mauluulu Kailo Taolaunga and saying
Tonga hard see Samoa take pride of their culture here
The island shouting with pride of they culture
Pasifika hard
By: Marben Tulia
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Siva Samoa Siva Cook island see the Niue playing kilikiti with the Tongans
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
See the teine shaking her ass see the boys doing the sasa see the island eating they food like taro, raw fish and fresh niu
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
See heaps of people coming and watching see the boys shaking they hands and saying good bye to each other
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
See the boys doing haka and saying Manu Samoa hard
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard, Pasifika hard
Choo hoo, Choo hoo, Choo hoo
See the Tonga doing the Mauluulu Kailo Taolaunga and saying
Tonga hard see Samoa take pride of their culture here
The island shouting with pride of they culture
Pasifika hard
By: Marben Tulia
Labels:
Pasifika Festival Poem
Friday, March 5, 2010
I’m a lava lava life loving P.I.
I’m a lava lava life loving P.I.
I’m a faalavelave giving P.I.
I’m a Samoan sporty loving P.I.
I’m a faikakala bebo freak P.I
I’m a tautalatala tennis Tongan golden tooth loving P.I.
I’m a short sporty Samoan P.I.
I’m an atamai, alofa ai pisupo P.I.
I’m a choclate, caring, church girl P.I.
I’m a brown, beach brilliant loving P.I.
I’m a talatalanoa talented taro loving P.I.
I’m a pineapple poshy peach loving P.I.
I’m a fast worker P.I.
I’m a fast talker like a sewing machine working P.I.
I’m an elegant Siva Samoa P.I.
I’m a Samoan sister with my ie lava lava loving P.I.
I’m a Samoan hardcore P.I.
I’m a netballer for Papatoe Rangers P.I.
I’m a beautilious bebo baseball loving P.I.
I’m a faikakala faalavelave fobby P.I.
I’m a cricket cool charm loving P.I.
I’m as tough as coconut P.I.
I’m as soft as a banana P.I.
I’m a fiapoko fiafusu fia Tongan P.I.
I’m a proud persistence pua’a loving P.I.
I’m a librarian loving P.I.
I’m a never give up netball nachos loving P.I.
I’m a bee fin P.I.
I’m a usiusitai loving P.I.
By Lotomau Maifala
I’m a faalavelave giving P.I.
I’m a Samoan sporty loving P.I.
I’m a faikakala bebo freak P.I
I’m a tautalatala tennis Tongan golden tooth loving P.I.
I’m a short sporty Samoan P.I.
I’m an atamai, alofa ai pisupo P.I.
I’m a choclate, caring, church girl P.I.
I’m a brown, beach brilliant loving P.I.
I’m a talatalanoa talented taro loving P.I.
I’m a pineapple poshy peach loving P.I.
I’m a fast worker P.I.
I’m a fast talker like a sewing machine working P.I.
I’m an elegant Siva Samoa P.I.
I’m a Samoan sister with my ie lava lava loving P.I.
I’m a Samoan hardcore P.I.
I’m a netballer for Papatoe Rangers P.I.
I’m a beautilious bebo baseball loving P.I.
I’m a faikakala faalavelave fobby P.I.
I’m a cricket cool charm loving P.I.
I’m as tough as coconut P.I.
I’m as soft as a banana P.I.
I’m a fiapoko fiafusu fia Tongan P.I.
I’m a proud persistence pua’a loving P.I.
I’m a librarian loving P.I.
I’m a never give up netball nachos loving P.I.
I’m a bee fin P.I.
I’m a usiusitai loving P.I.
By Lotomau Maifala
Labels:
from Otara,
I am a P.I Poem
PE GEAR
Lotomau Maifala
S E H C M S
2 Franklyne Rd
Otara
Monday 15 February, 2010
Dear Mrs Lologa
I believe PE gear should not be worn because first of all, it’s not fashionable, It’s unattractive it makes me look fat. Secondly it’s too expensive for our parents who spent a lot of money on our PE gear. Lastly, blue not my colour, I don’t suit the it, It’s too dark. So I am writing this letter to you now about our PE gear.
Firstly, I believe that PE gear should not be worn because it’s unattractive, unfashionable. It makes me look strange and it doesn’t help lift my self-esteem. I’m at an age where my self-esteem is fragile and needs to be strengthened.
Secondly, it too expensive for our parents who spent a lot of money on our PE gear. I don’t want my parents to spent more money on it and then someone steals it. It very expensive but it can easily get dirty. Come on Mrs Lologa can we wear mufti for PE? There are good reasons so we can wear mufti for PE. Please Mrs Lologa can we not wear PE gear? It’s just another expense for our parents. Money pressure for parents means unhappy families.
Lastly, I don’t smell because I’m not going through puberty and I’m a girl-girls don’t smell. I don’t smell because right after fitness I put on a deodorant. And I don’t suit blue-blues not my colour it’s too dark. Blues unattractive.
In conclusion I believe that PE gear should not be worn because First of all, it’s not fashionable, Second of all, it’s too expensive, Last of all I don’t smell.
Thank you, Very much for your understanding.
Yours Truly
Lotomau Maifala
S E H C M S
2 Franklyne Rd
Otara
Monday 15 February, 2010
Dear Mrs Lologa
I believe PE gear should not be worn because first of all, it’s not fashionable, It’s unattractive it makes me look fat. Secondly it’s too expensive for our parents who spent a lot of money on our PE gear. Lastly, blue not my colour, I don’t suit the it, It’s too dark. So I am writing this letter to you now about our PE gear.
Firstly, I believe that PE gear should not be worn because it’s unattractive, unfashionable. It makes me look strange and it doesn’t help lift my self-esteem. I’m at an age where my self-esteem is fragile and needs to be strengthened.
Secondly, it too expensive for our parents who spent a lot of money on our PE gear. I don’t want my parents to spent more money on it and then someone steals it. It very expensive but it can easily get dirty. Come on Mrs Lologa can we wear mufti for PE? There are good reasons so we can wear mufti for PE. Please Mrs Lologa can we not wear PE gear? It’s just another expense for our parents. Money pressure for parents means unhappy families.
Lastly, I don’t smell because I’m not going through puberty and I’m a girl-girls don’t smell. I don’t smell because right after fitness I put on a deodorant. And I don’t suit blue-blues not my colour it’s too dark. Blues unattractive.
In conclusion I believe that PE gear should not be worn because First of all, it’s not fashionable, Second of all, it’s too expensive, Last of all I don’t smell.
Thank you, Very much for your understanding.
Yours Truly
Lotomau Maifala
Labels:
PE GEAR letter from Otara
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Girl
See the girl.
See the girl challenging.
See the girl growing in Otara, South Auckland.
See her go to school going to Sir Edmund Hillary Collegiate Middle School in Otara.
See her go to school with other Samoans, Tongans, Cook Islanders, And Niuens.
See the girl do a siva Samoa in a beautiful puletasi.
See the going to church every Sunday.
See the parents give money to the church.
See the girl celebrate Samoan Independence day at school every year.
See Vaipouli and Norma run.
See her play for Papatoe Rangers at Papakura.
See doing homework every nights.
See her completing all her incomplete work every night.
See the mirror.
See me.
By Lotomau Maifala
See the girl challenging.
See the girl growing in Otara, South Auckland.
See her go to school going to Sir Edmund Hillary Collegiate Middle School in Otara.
See her go to school with other Samoans, Tongans, Cook Islanders, And Niuens.
See the girl do a siva Samoa in a beautiful puletasi.
See the going to church every Sunday.
See the parents give money to the church.
See the girl celebrate Samoan Independence day at school every year.
See Vaipouli and Norma run.
See her play for Papatoe Rangers at Papakura.
See doing homework every nights.
See her completing all her incomplete work every night.
See the mirror.
See me.
By Lotomau Maifala
Labels:
Girl poem from Otara
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
See the Boy
See The Boy
see the boy
growing up in New Zealand
see the boy in Otara hanging in his hood
see the boy going to school
see the boy get into trouble
see the boy very angry
cause he didn’t have breakfast
see the boy go home
see the boy struggling to live, he thinks he’s better off dead
see the boy going to his boss
see the boy selling drugs
so he can have a feed and feed his family
see the boy, see the boy
see the boy at the old kindy, next to Clydemore Primary in Otara
Then Weymouth Primary, Weymouth Intermediate in Rewa
Finally back to Otara
Sir Edmund Hillary Collegiate Middle School
See the boy shipped away from Manurewa
From the street trouble
See the boy trying to find a family on the streets.
see the boy
growing up in New Zealand
see the boy in Otara hanging in his hood
see the boy going to school
see the boy get into trouble
see the boy very angry
cause he didn’t have breakfast
see the boy go home
see the boy struggling to live, he thinks he’s better off dead
see the boy going to his boss
see the boy selling drugs
so he can have a feed and feed his family
see the boy, see the boy
see the boy at the old kindy, next to Clydemore Primary in Otara
Then Weymouth Primary, Weymouth Intermediate in Rewa
Finally back to Otara
Sir Edmund Hillary Collegiate Middle School
See the boy shipped away from Manurewa
From the street trouble
See the boy trying to find a family on the streets.
Boy
Boy
see the boy
see the boy growing
see the boy growing in Otara South Auckland
in the 21st Century
See him going to school
Fresh from Tonga
No English-just a FOB
2006 St Mary Avondale, West Auckland
2007 Fruitvale, West Auckland
2007 Sir Edmund Hillary Collegiate
Home at last in Otara
In a multicultural school
Going to school with other Samoans, Tongans, Niueans, Maoris and Fijians
See the boy
See him playing rugby
See the boy singing
See the boy
See the boy coming to New Zealand
The land of milk and honey
Never seeing a fresh and clean land
See the boy coming to get a better education
See the boy playing sport being the odd one out
See the boy saying to himself
“Never ever give up!”
By Sione
see the boy
see the boy growing
see the boy growing in Otara South Auckland
in the 21st Century
See him going to school
Fresh from Tonga
No English-just a FOB
2006 St Mary Avondale, West Auckland
2007 Fruitvale, West Auckland
2007 Sir Edmund Hillary Collegiate
Home at last in Otara
In a multicultural school
Going to school with other Samoans, Tongans, Niueans, Maoris and Fijians
See the boy
See him playing rugby
See the boy singing
See the boy
See the boy coming to New Zealand
The land of milk and honey
Never seeing a fresh and clean land
See the boy coming to get a better education
See the boy playing sport being the odd one out
See the boy saying to himself
“Never ever give up!”
By Sione
Labels:
Poems from Otara
See the Fafa
See the Fafa
see the fafa
see the boy become more girlie
see the boy wear a dress
see the boy sneaking his mother’s lipstick
see the boy wearing girlie shoes
see the palagi say, “it’s dress up!”
see the fobs say, “he’s a fafa!”
see the boy going to school,
wanting to wear a
skirt
see the boy being told by the teacher you are not a girl
you’re a boy
see the boy bringing a Barbie for show and tell
see the boy never fitting in
always the odd one out with lipstick and the girls
see the boy getting teased because of his girliness.
By Muipu
see the fafa
see the boy become more girlie
see the boy wear a dress
see the boy sneaking his mother’s lipstick
see the boy wearing girlie shoes
see the palagi say, “it’s dress up!”
see the fobs say, “he’s a fafa!”
see the boy going to school,
wanting to wear a
skirt
see the boy being told by the teacher you are not a girl
you’re a boy
see the boy bringing a Barbie for show and tell
see the boy never fitting in
always the odd one out with lipstick and the girls
see the boy getting teased because of his girliness.
By Muipu
Labels:
Poems from Otara
Girl
Girl
by Selina Tusitala Marsh
see the girl.
see the girl growing.
see the girl growing in Avondale, West Auckland,
in the 70’s and 80’s.
see her going to school.
Going to school in Avondale, in West Auckland,
in the 70’s and 80’s, in multi-cultural suburb,
in a multi-cultural school.
Going to school with other Samoans, and Tongans, and
Niueans,
and Fijians, and Tuvaluans,
see the girl
never seeing herself
or her mates
in books
in stories
never seeing herself
or her mates
in books
in stories
never seeing her face
in the “literary mirror”
see her “see Jack and Jane run”.
never Siligi or Tavita
never Pua or Ioane
never Lelei or Luka-Fa’amanu
see the girl
see the mirror
see me.
by Selina Tusitala Marsh
see the girl.
see the girl growing.
see the girl growing in Avondale, West Auckland,
in the 70’s and 80’s.
see her going to school.
Going to school in Avondale, in West Auckland,
in the 70’s and 80’s, in multi-cultural suburb,
in a multi-cultural school.
Going to school with other Samoans, and Tongans, and
Niueans,
and Fijians, and Tuvaluans,
see the girl
never seeing herself
or her mates
in books
in stories
never seeing herself
or her mates
in books
in stories
never seeing her face
in the “literary mirror”
see her “see Jack and Jane run”.
never Siligi or Tavita
never Pua or Ioane
never Lelei or Luka-Fa’amanu
see the girl
see the mirror
see me.
Labels:
Pacific Island Poems
Thank you Letters to Hayden
Dear Hayden
Thank you Hayden for spending your time with us in the Collegiate gym. Thank you for showing us some of your tricks. One of the skills I learnt was how to dribble the ball with my finger tips. Before I used to dribble the ball with my whole hand. This will improve my game.
My favourite game was called shoot and sprint. I like trying to stop the other team from getting home. This game reminded me of Lape. My team lost because we were not too good at shooting properly.
Thank you Hayden for spending your time with us.
Vaipouli
Thank you Hayden for spending your time with us in the Collegiate gym. Thank you for showing us some of your tricks. One of the skills I learnt was how to dribble the ball with my finger tips. Before I used to dribble the ball with my whole hand. This will improve my game.
My favourite game was called shoot and sprint. I like trying to stop the other team from getting home. This game reminded me of Lape. My team lost because we were not too good at shooting properly.
Thank you Hayden for spending your time with us.
Vaipouli
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
I am the next David Tua P.I
I am a game freak P.I
I am a long life loving P.I
I am a ka lu sipi P.I
I am a full Tongan with hardly any meat eater P.I
I am a shorty P.I
I am the dancer with the I got moves like Michael Jackson P.I
I am as skinny as a skick P.I
I am a WWE loving P.I
I am a Southsider P.I
I am a drawing freak P.I
I am black as darkness P.I
I am an I can scream louder than M.J P.I
I am a manioke, kamala loving P.I
I am the next American Idol like Adam Lambert P.I
I am the next Stan Walker P.I
I am the boy version of Bruce Lee P.I
I am a Tongan for life P.I
I am the next John Cena P.I
I am a drunk driver... shame.... P.I
I am Sione for life P.I
by Sione
I am a long life loving P.I
I am a ka lu sipi P.I
I am a full Tongan with hardly any meat eater P.I
I am a shorty P.I
I am the dancer with the I got moves like Michael Jackson P.I
I am as skinny as a skick P.I
I am a WWE loving P.I
I am a Southsider P.I
I am a drawing freak P.I
I am black as darkness P.I
I am an I can scream louder than M.J P.I
I am a manioke, kamala loving P.I
I am the next American Idol like Adam Lambert P.I
I am the next Stan Walker P.I
I am the boy version of Bruce Lee P.I
I am a Tongan for life P.I
I am the next John Cena P.I
I am a drunk driver... shame.... P.I
I am Sione for life P.I
by Sione
Labels:
P.I stands for Pacific Islander
I am a can collector P.I
I am a can collector from the streets in an Otara Shopping trolley P.I
I am a fobby P.I
I am a bald patch on my head P.I
I am a hand stand expert P.I
I am a Manu Samoa rugby freak P.I
By Bruce
I am a fobby P.I
I am a bald patch on my head P.I
I am a hand stand expert P.I
I am a Manu Samoa rugby freak P.I
By Bruce
Labels:
Pacific Islander Poem
I am a P.I
I am a trouble maker P.I
I am a Nike P.I
I am a never care P.I
I am a black boy P.I
I am a tattoo loving P.I
I am a Middle School Mana P.I
I am a south side P.I
I am a jumping like a kangaroo P.I
I am a never wash the dishes P.I
I am a proud P.I
I am a gold digger P.I
By Danny
I am a trouble maker P.I
I am a Nike P.I
I am a never care P.I
I am a black boy P.I
I am a tattoo loving P.I
I am a Middle School Mana P.I
I am a south side P.I
I am a jumping like a kangaroo P.I
I am a never wash the dishes P.I
I am a proud P.I
I am a gold digger P.I
By Danny
Labels:
I am a P.I Poem
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Kia Ora, Talofa, Malo e Lelei
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