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Black,
Black is the colour of darkness,
Colour of mourning,
Nibbling away at the good times,
He devours optimism leaving only pessimism.
Black, the darkness of night who captures the sun,
Holding it hostage night after night,
Evening till dawn.
Black is Evil, crushing the good and torturing the weak,
The colour black knows no justice,
Opposite of White he doesn’t surrender,
Blind to the good in people he only sees the bad,
Hatred is the single feeling known to black,
He’s intimidating, always there.
The voice of black is the howling of the wolves in the full moon,
His cry of anger,
Like the haunting hoot of the Owl,
Warning he is near, searching in earnest for his prey.
Blood shed in a battle is Black’s sign.
He indicates that he will get you,
That he’s not afraid to kill,
And he isn’t afraid of anyone.

INKSPELL

Title: Inkspell

Author: Cornelia Funke

ISBN: 1 904442 7 2

Publisher: The Chicken House

Year it was Published: 2005

Inkspell is the wonderful sequel to Inkheart in amazing trilogy by Cornelia Funke. The book carries on from Inkheart to tell of what happened to Dustfinger, a man made by words, back into his story and how things were muddled when other characters and people from the normal world were read into the book Inkheart too.

I felt that this book another well written book as usual by Cornelia Funke. What I really enjoy about him as an author is that he writes the book from all the main characters points and tells of their feelings in deep detail. I felt that that was one of the best points that made this book so enjoyable as it felt that I was in the story, part of the characters. The same goes for how he described the surroundings, and the new, made up creatures. Though they are made up it felt that they were almost real.

Although there are many good things about this book it followed a very typical story line, good against bad and good wins, which I think he made up for in the different personal things that happen to the characters yet it was quite a predictable story which I felt quite disappointed in as I prefer ones that I cant guess what happens in them.
I also felt that it ended very abruptly and that that part of the story wasn’t over. I’m still happy to here that there is still a last book to be written and am looking forward to when it comes out.

Over all though I thought that it was brilliantly written and highly recommend that it is read after Inkheart as it fills in more of the questions that are left unanswered at the end of the story.

*This term my first goal will be to get my work done before the last minute and handed in. I will need to balence my time evenly between the work that needs doing, in and out of school.

*Secondly regarding my english work i need to take my time and think about my work carefully, editing and creating a peice of risk taken work instead of staying safe.

*Thirdly when I do my maths in class I need to try and stay focused on the work and get it done.

MAKE IT THROUGH THE RAIN LYRICS

my partner and i did ‘make it through the rain lyrics’ by Mariah Carey. We worked allright together and eventually came to a ressonable comprimise that we were both happy with. we got it finished in good time shering the responsibility of creating it. i think we did a good job for the firist visual language this year

Plastic Angel

Title: Plastic AngelAuthor: Nerissa Nields

ISBN: 0 439 70913 X

Publisher: Orchard Books

Year It Was Published: 2005

Angela is perfect. She does everything people tell her and want her to do. She is living her Mums dream as a model. Her best friend though feels as though she is second best, Angela’s modelling career comes first. But what will happen if Angela stops being everyone’s angel and begins to put her friend and their band, ‘Plastic Angel’, first?

Plastic Angel was an okay book it was quite a quick book to read. I thought it very odd as it was written from Angela’s friend’s point of view though it’s about Angela.

I enjoyed this book though it wouldn’t be my favourite as somehow the story line was a bit unreal. I found it hard to believe that it would ever happen in real life. To me it was more of a modern fairy tale or a dream.

I would recommend this book to people who like shorter books and want a great friendship story.

Wellington
Cloud reaching buildings,
Eternal traffic,
Serious business far and wide,
Oodles of shops
Determination.
Interislander
An absolutely massive boat,
So new, so flash,
Blustering winds on the decks,
Gift shop, random TV’s, Games, Food,
Once the money’s spent; boring!
ONTV
An uncountable amount of cameras,
An unsurpassed wardrobe,
Crazily dressed people, rushing,
Everyone toiling,
Quick, action!
Te Papa
Utterly vast, innovative building,
Loads of incredible display’s,
Egypt beyond the Tomb,
Real mummy of two thousand years,
Creepy!
Parliament
Over size bee hive,
Modern interior,
Complete contrast to other buildings,
Immaculate, busy people in suits,
Serious air.

Abseiling
‘I can do this, I can do this,’ I repeat over and over in my head, ‘It can’t be that hard,It cant be that hard,’ Logan was going to belay me over the edge of a twenty-five metre cliff. Shannon, who was scared of heights, was fretting beside me as we got our selves ready. Repeating my comforting words in my head I wondered if Shannon was repeating the words, ‘I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I’m going to fall, I’m going to fall,’ in hers.Logan had finally clipped all the buckles and ropes so I was all roped up. Now he was telling me what to do. Why was time going the pace of a snail while my brain was going at the pace of a hare? Eventually I began to walk back towards the edge, letting the rope go longer as I did so. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the edge.
Taking one more step back my whole body lent back. Shannon, on my left, was by now refusing to step back, being a pessimist as usual and making excuses. While me on the right, had got myself used to being in a horizontal position and was now one foot after the other, a little bit of rope at a time was feeling enthusiastic. Looking up at Shannon’s back (still having only gotten to the edge, about to drop back) felt free.
Falling back safely, being able to decide how fast I descend, laying on my back in theair on a twenty-five metre drop, I had no worries.
Gradually I was making my descend down the cliff, slowly becoming more confident.Turning around so that I could see down, I waved to the people below. The waves were travelling to the shore behind me creating a bumpy line. My arm was starting to ach under the strain of holding my weight and the rope behind me. Turning my head up yet again I could that Shannon was now over the edge and was yelling that she couldn’t do it. I looked at my feet and decided that I could start jumping my way down instead of step.
Next when I looked at my feet the rock had gone and there was no where to position my feet!!!! Then I realised that I had reached the ground. Thump! Solid ground. Mydaze faded, and then it was back to reality though maybe I could go down once more…………….