Cinnamon buns :)

So baking is one of my hobbies and the other day I baked some cinnamon buns and they were really good so I decided to share them with the world!  =D
This is the link for the recipe:http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/clone-of-a-cinnabon/Detail.aspx
And here is a picture of the completed product.

CINNABONNY GOODNESS

YUM!

DIY : My new obsession

Hehehe...
So recently since it is summer vacation I have been bored out of my mind. The only solution that I have found that worked for me, since I am an otaku and a nerd, was to prowl YouTube looking for interesting videos, do math work assigned by my parents, and read manga. (I became desperate earlier in the summer and started making friendship bracelets in order to alleviate my boredom.)
Since going on YouTube and looking at videos (mainly nail stuff and DIY) is oh so interesting and I could do it for hours, I decided to try making an off shoulder top. (Partly so I wouldn`t kill my eyes by staring at the computer screen all day long.)
I was inspired by ThreadBanger`s t-shirt madness contest thing (I know its old) and the numerous t-shirt recons/surgeries that were everywhere. I also really liked Rebbsews`s many creations, and Secretlifeofabionerd`s stuff (although I wish she didn`t take down her older videos because I liked a lot of them.) So I might be taking more shirts and cutting them apart to make more one of a kind additions to my wardrobe.
Surprisingly the t-shirt actually turned out quite cute and I really like it. It looks great with a belt or a necklace and I`m making a corset to go with it as well.
I used two plain t-shirts that I stole from my brother because I don`t really have that many large tops. The grey one was just for little bits (the braided strap and drawstrings) and making bows so you could use scraps if you want. The hemming sucks because this is my first time sewing and doing this kind of stuff. But as long as my hair covers the less appealing parts and nobody looks to closely, I think I am going to be loving this top. :)
Oh, and BTW I have gotten into DIY now so i`ll probably be posting more pictures of my creations and stuff like that.
Anyways, here are the pictures.

Before

After

The look from the front

The braided strap

The gathered side

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Iain's corrected blog

Today, on my first day of school, my teacher was very nice. She gave me my very own cubby and I also have my very own comfy red chair. I think that she's the best teacher in whole wide world because she knows my favourite colour is red without even asking me!

All of my classmates are cool and say they like me but I don't like them because I think they're lying. Someone "accidentally" punched me and I fell into the sand pit but I said,

"It's OK because I am nice." I think he wanted to punch me and push me into the sand pit on purpose because most of me classmates are mean. I can punch all of them back though and beat them up if they every try to punch me again. Even the one who pushed me into the sand pit. I'm not scared of anybody!

Anyway, something scary happened today, my teacher tripped a kid in my class and the kid fell out the window. A big truck came by and the people in it looked at him for a really long time. Then they got out, picked him up and stuffed him into a black car and drove off. I wonder where they got the car from because it was really shiny and I want a car like that when I grow up.My teacher got taken away after that by police and now we have this old guy that smells like poop. I don't like old guys that smell like poop. They're gross.

There's also this weird guy that always stands outside of my school giving candy to kids. The kids always go into his big black van after. I wonder what happens to them because I never see them again. It almost seems like my classmates are disappearing one by one. It kind of makes me sad. My mommy says not to talk to strangers because I can get taken away too. I really want the candy that weird guy is giving out though. Maybe I'll talk to the guy tomorrow even if my mommy says not to. But It'll be OK because I'll be really careful in case he tries to take me away.

I hope that I have a good day tomorrow because school is really fun!

My first day of kindergaten

(A hyperactive 4 year old child's point of view)

Today when my Mommy woke me up I was scared. Mommy said yesterday that today I would be going to school. My sister told me that school was a very scary place and that everyone there would hate me. I DON'T WANT TO BE HATED!! I told on her and Mommy told me that she was joking but when I asked my brother he told me the same thing! I cried again and Mommy got mad at him. I stuck out my tongue at him and for some reason he pointed his middle finger at me. He looked really mad so I think what he did was some- Ooooooh! Butterfly...What a pretty butterfly...

Anyway back to when I woke up my Mommy told me that it wouldn't be scary and that I would make lots of friends but what if I don't make friends?! What if nobody likes the pretty butterfly toy that I brought for show and tell?! What if they all laugh at me?! Wahh!!!!! I'm so scared!!! I tell my Mommy and she tells me that it'll be ok. We start walking to school and I try to undo my braids so I can hide my face. Mommy notices and makes me stop so instead I hold Mommy's hand really really tightly and hope that I might fall and trip so that I can go back home and not to school. Mommy looks down at me and smiles but I'm still scared and I almost begin to cry. I don't because if I cry and somebody in my school sees me and calls me a crybaby nobody will want to be my friend. My backpack was starting to feel really heavy so I asked Mommy if she could carry it. She told me that I should be a big girl and hold it myself. I want to cry and and throw a tantrum but I don't want to be known as the big crybaby so I hold it in. We're at the school now and I see a lot of really really big kids. They all look really really scary and big so I hold my Mommy's hand even tighter and squeeze my eyes shut in case one of them notices me. I trip on a stone and end up falling on the ground. My knee hurts so much!!! My knee starts to bleed and I start to cry even though I don't want to. I now that all the people in the playground are staring at me now and laughing at me. My Mommy picks me up and hugs me and tells me it's ok but I'm still crying because it hurts so much. One of the really really big kids comes closer and I cry harder because they look mad at me. All of a sudden a yummy green lollipop appears in front of my face. I stop crying because green lollipops are my most favourite thing in the entire world! I love green lollipops and if i don't have at least one a day I get really mad. The big girl who gives me the lollipop is smiling and tells me that I should stop crying because I'm a big girl. I stop crying because I have a feeling that the really big girl will give me the lollipop if I do. She does give me the lollipop and I am super-duper happy! I love lollipops and butterflies! They are my most favourite things in the entire world! I have 27 butterfly toys at home and every time I see a new butterfly toy on TV I ask my Mommy to buy it. She says I can't because I'm wasting money but I don't think so because if Mommy makes me happy by buying it then it isn't wasting money. My birthday is on August 6th and my Mommy says that she'll buy another butterfly toy for me if I'm a goo- Ooooh...Another pretty butterfly...*gasp* It's PINK! I love pink! Pink is my most favourite colour and I love everything that is pink! And I- Oops... I think I forgot about school when I saw the green lollipop. I'm sorry.... I promise I'll never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever do it again!

Anyway, I'm super-duper really really happy now that I have a lollipop and I'm not so scared anymore! I'm sure that I'll make lots of friends at school and we'll all have lots of fun together! Lalalalalalala! I'm so excited! Lalalalalalalala! I'm so excited for school! Lalalalalalala! I'm going to have so much fun....
Oh dear.
I'm scared again.
What if nobody really does like me?! I finally think of this as Mommy starts to push me towards the door to kindergarten. I see a bunch of kids inside and they all look scared. Omigosh! Are they scared of me?! Is it because they saw me talk to a really really big kid?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't want to not have any friends! Wahhhhhhhh!!!! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh n- Wait!



Am I not the only one that's scared too?
Mommy says bye to me and I wave back to her without realliy noticing it. I decide to be a big girl like Mommy always tells me to be and I go up to a nice looking girl with brown hair and pierced ears. PIERCED EARS! Can you believe that? My Mommy said that I can't have pierced ears until I'm 10 but this girl already has them and shes only 4! She also has pink butterfly clips in her hair! WOA! This girl is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo lucky! I wish my Mommy would let me have pierced ears and pink butterfly clips.
She looks really nervous so I stick out my hand for her to shake.
"Hi my name is Bobette" I say nervously, "What's your name?"
"Uhh... My names Urma." She says back. Wow, she seems scared just like me!
"That's a nice name. Do you want to be friends?" I smile at her and hope she wants to be my friend. It'd be really really super-duper cool if she was my friend.
"Ok" She smiles back at me and I am SUPER-DUPER REALLY REALLY HUMUNGO-BUNGO HAPPY!
"Do you like butterflies?" I ask because I really do hope that she looooooves butterflies.
"I do!" says Urma.
WOW!
I really am sooooo happy that I am even happier than when Christmas is here and I get presents!
I have a feeling that kindergarten isn't going to be so scary after all. :)


P.S. I just really really hope that my teacher isn't like this->

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Blory #3 A Stinkerspy Socks Life

As a sock, I had always been proud of the fact that I managed to consistently escape the evil clutches of the lady with the laundry hamper. You see, I, Sebastian, am one of the infamous stinkerspy socks. I had been very confident, doing things no other stinkerspy sock dared to do. I believed that I was invincible, but I was proved wrong.

***

So as to not confuse you, I will first tell you that we socks are all actually alive and kicking, not the dead things that you think us to be. With that secret revealed, you may also wonder what happens to the socks that have lost the other half of their pair or have become holey and useless. Well, let me tell you a little secret, we lone socks are actually hidden all around every house in the world and are secretly planning for the downfall of the ladies with the laundry hamper and their rumbling box companions that cleans things. We have organized ourselves into many groups in order to have this dream of ours come true.

There are the stinker socks, who lure the lady with the laundry hamper away from our base of operations and recruit new socks, then there are the spy socks, who watch every move of the lady with the laundry hamper and the teenage boy that lives with her. There are also the brain socks that plan our every move and tell the stinker socks how to hinder the cleaning of the lady with the laundry hamper. But, then there are the stinkerspy socks who are one of a kind. They are the ones charged with the special task of rescuing socks from the demise that all socks fear-being thrown away.

There are many horror stories told at night about famous socks that had saved hundreds of socks from the trash can but in the end had all been captured and thrown away. Those socks had never been seen again but some of the brain socks had claimed that they had seen pictures of the few remnants of the socks after they had been thrown away. I had vowed never to become one of those wool pieces blowing in the wind but as all vows eventually turn out, it was broken.

***

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” I hollered as the lady with the laundry hamper lifted me off the messy floor that I called home. My sock friends had hidden themselves among the clothes that lay strewn across the floor, only able to watch in horror as I was captured by the lady. I tried to wriggle free from her meaty hand but I could do nothing to stop it, my fate was inevitable. The lady stuffed my head into a basket of other dirty clothes and seeing that it was full, left the room to dump the clothes in yet another basket.

After I succeeded in wriggling out of the mound of clothes that were crushing me, I studied my surrounding, hoping to find a way to escape. I was not going to die here! I would definitely find a way to escape! I tried to pull myself out one of the holes in the basket but it was futile. I was just about ready to give up when the boxers beside me moved and I turned in surprise.

“Yo dude, what are you doing here?” the boxers drawled.

“Never mind me, why are you here? I thought the holey boxers were part of the Icky Rebellion.” I replied mystified.

“Meh, I was tired of all that running so I gave up and now here I am”

“Don’t you feel the urge to resist?”

“Nah, when you get to this age my boy, you get tired of all these petty squabbles”

“Our rebellion isn’t petty! It’s a sign of spirit! Of resistance! Of all things that make us independent creatures!”

“Think what you want, it matters not to me, I’m just a pair of holey boxers”

I could not believe this! Did this pair of boxers represent the morale of our troops? I thought that the rebellion had far more support than this! This revelation only fueled my desire to escape even more. I began to plan my escape instead of trying to force my was out but in the midst of it the teenage boy who's room I lived in came in. He had this evil grin on his face and I had a feeling who was going to do something quite appalling. He did. He reached into the basket in which I was situated and I was torn yet again from my resting place. I sighed, if this kept on happening, I would get used to it.

The boy carried me back to his room which was pretty good except for the fact that he reached into a place us socks had never dared to explore, ever. The closet door was opened and what came out in his hand was a paper shredder. I relaxed. He was probably going to toss me somewhere in his room and shred his homework or something. I squinted in an attempt to see how many things he had shredded and what I saw filled me with dread. The woolly remains of my fallen comrades lay in the bottom of the paper shredder and I guessed that I would have the same fate. Yet again I struggled pointlessly but in the end I was stuffed into the paper shredder anyway. As a last valiant effort, I sunk my mini sock teeth into the boys hand. I hope I gave him the only lethal disease socks have, sockitis, for all the pain he put me through. I HOPE YOU DIE WITH ME STUPID BOY!

At least I'm in sock heaven now . :)

Blory#2, The Egg That Could Fly

The egg we are going to talk about in this story is not just any egg. It is a very special egg, that was manufactured by the greatest minds that have ever lived. Scientists had tinkered with its DNA by melding human and bird genes together and their objective was to create a human that could fly. The egg was their 522nd experiment, and all the ones before had either produced abhorrent mutations of a human and bird or had never hatched. The scientists were sure that this one was sure to be a success, it had to be! They scurried around the lab making the final preparations for its hatching and failed to notice the girl hidden in the shadows watching their every move...

Zach was a normal guy, well, at least in his terms. All he did was study and try to appease his parents who were famous astronauts but it never worked. He was a loner because everyone in his school thought that he was snotty and a brat because he had famous and rich parents. But as long as he was secretly working on a project that would blast him into space and beyond, he didn't care what others thought of him. His shuttle would take him on an adventure that would far surpass those of other people! He wouldn't have to live unacknowledged and his parents and the people at school would finally recognize him as a real man. Grown up and ready to take on the world!

Zach shook his head to rid himself of his dreams and returned to the present. He had to finish his invention before his parent's birthday. His agile hands flew over his contraption and as he assembled the parts meticulously a lock of his sandy brown hair fell in front of his eyes. He brushed it away in annoyance but as more hair fell, the irritated Zach had to stand up to stretch his lanky limbs and fix his hair. He caught a glimpse of his hazel coloured eyes in the mirror and his inventions in the display case behind him. He smirked and envisioned the amazing shuttle that would help him discover new habitable planets that humans could live on when it was completed. The muffled sound of a car door being slammed yanked him out of his daydreams and Zach hurriedly carried the invention out the back door and stuffed it into some bushes. He rushed back inside to greet his parents and to pretend that he had been working on his homework the whole time.

The girl eyed the boy as he entered back into the house. Her muddled head decided that the contraption that he had poorly concealed would be a good hiding spot and as she staggered over to it, the many wounds she had received from the struggle with the scientists after she had been caught stealing the egg bled heavily. She collapsed into the bushes and fell into a deep dreamless sleep with her body curled around the egg.

"Hey Zach, what have you been doing?" His mother's head popped out from behind the door.

"Nothing Mum, just finishing up my homework" Zach replied.

"I heard you had your math test returned to you, can I see it?"

"Umm...sure..." He hesitantly said. He turned around to grab his backpack and pulled out his crumpled math test. A feeling of dread started to build up inside of him as the slip of paper left his hands and entered his mother's.

"Zach..."she began,"I expected better than this. We've been over this so many times. Can't you just understand my feelings?" She flipped over the paper to show Zach the number that he had received on the test. A big fat 99 in red pen was circled the top of the paper."It should be easy for you to get perfect. Why can't you make that happen?" Zach stayed silent ashamed of himself. His mother stared at him waiting for an answer but she gave up after a few moments. "Try to get perfect on you next test OK honey?" She stood up and gave him a kiss on the forehead and left the room.

Zach sat there for a while doing nothing until he heard a strange rustling outside."Strange," he thought, "could there be an animal in the garden?" He stood up and looked through his window. He could see nothing but just as he was about to dismiss the rustling as a figment of his imagination, he heard it again. This time, he saw a thin pair of legs peeking out from under a bush. He bolted down the stairs to investigate the mysterious thing he had seen and just before he reached the back door, he paused and started to sneakily tiptoe to the pair of legs. As he approached, the legs made no signs of movement and just as he was about to bend down and grab the legs, they shot back into the bush and a pair of green eyes opened and stared out at him. A thin arm snaked out from between the branches and seized his hand. Zach sat there stunned at the speed at which it had happened until a hoarse voice whispered urgently, "My name is Calypso, please save me."

Blory 1 Nerlman`s Adventure

"NERLMAN GERFATI HOREDOFA KLEWN!" The voice that bellowed the name echoed throughout the swamp. All the creatures immediately fell silent and the abruptly, the only sound was the wind swooshing in and out, oblivious to the fury in Mama Frog's voice. Nobody liked to see Mama Frog dole out her punishments to her children, it left many giving thanks at night to their little animal gods that they weren't born a frog.

"Oh dear," thought Nerlman as he hopped briskly though the reeds in a fashion that was hopefully inconspicuous, "better not let Mama see me now, who knows what she'll do this time." He shuddered as he thought of the last time he got caught for dropping poop in his younger brother's fly soup. The animals watching Nerlman speculated at why he bothered to run at all, in the end, Nerlman was always caught and always sentenced to yet another one of Mama Frog's frightening punishments in hopes that he would finally learn his lesson and let peace descend in the swamp.

Nerlman continued to hop although he started slowing down and began to look warily around him as if he expected a great terror to appear at any second. The squirrels above him chattered as they gambled on how long Nerlman would last. They placed a few acorns in between them and waited for the final outcome as they sat in a tree that overlooked the frog. Nerlman finally came to a standstill at a little patch bare of reeds and the whole swamp held its breath as the final deciding moment came. Some of the reeds near Nerlman moved suspiciously and he backed away fearing that just the slightest move would mean yet another round of torture. A few reeds near him moved again as if whatever was causing the disturbance was coming closer. He knew his mother's tactics; she would throw a rock and make him think that two Mama Frogs coming toward him from different places. Bewildered, his defenses would be down and that would be the moment she would spring from her actual hiding spot and seize him victoriously again. Nerlman was prepared this time though, he would foil her plans once and for all!

For an extra bit of good luck, Nerlman pleaded silently "Please god, don't let me suffer another week of horrendous torture" as he braced himself. A twitch behind him made him whirl around to face his foe, but he was too late. Mama Frog had him bound up and trussed with a speed that only came with years of practice. "Ha Nerlman! Didn't think this old hag would get you again did you?" jeered Mama frog as she had him carried by a few snakes back to their humble little burrow.

***

The little burrow did not look impressive from the outside, but for those who knew it well, it was actually connected to a massive network of caverns and tunnels. One would ponder as to why frogs needed so much space but no one knew, not even the frogs themselves. The frogs only used a few of the more substantial caverns as their meeting places but some, such as Mama frog, had transformed a small cavern into something for their personal use. Mama frog's torture chamber was moderately sized, but could surprisingly hold a lot, which included some of the most fearsome tools of torture amphibians had ever seen. Years of chasing Nerlman had made her collection of tools diverse and intimidating. Most of the tools were actually handmade by Mama Frog, who could transmogrify a single blade of grass into a deadly weapon that could kill legions of armies, a very dangerous trait for some but incredibly handy to Mama frog who needed to punish Nerlman every other day.

As Nerlman approached the burrow, he viewed with dread as he thought of the impending torment that awaited him. He was befuddled when the snakes did not lead him to the secret entrance of the torture chamber but instead to another hole which lead to his mother's bedroom. He was plonked down on the toadstool and left for whatever fate he had.

The frog sat fidgeting for a few minutes until a croak alerted him to Mama Frog in the doorway. "So son, you've come of age" she began. Nerlman groaned inwardly, this wasn't going to be another coming of age talk would it? Mama Frog continued, " The council and I decided to announce you as heir to our Frigglefraggle clan!" Mama frog beamed with happiness as she said this but Nerlman was completely blown away. "W-w-wait, WHAT?!" He managed to splutter out. He didn't even know there was a council! And what the croak was this talk about being heir? Mama Frog was making a foofaraw! He was completely bumfuzzled and didn't manage to get a word of complaint out before Mama Frog started up again, this time in a frenzy."We've got it COMPLETELY planned out! I have all the decorations set up and the whole town knows about it already!" She was obviously bursting with excitement and was completely different from the Mama Frog who cackled evilly while looking on as Nerlman was being punished. Her gleefulness suddenly disappeared from her face and a look of seriousness set in. "There's only one teeny tiny problem...you have to find the coveted frogstool. There are many toadstools in this world but only a few frogstools. Most frogs have never even heard of it before." Nerlman certainly hadn't. He wondered if it was tasty."You'll have to travel far far away to lands of despair, dryness, and horror!" Nerlman couldn't take it anymore, he absquatulated from the cavern.

***

Nerlman hopped around aimlessly for hours, lamenting over what he should do. He had never seen Mama Frog be so persnickety before! Tired, of all the hopping, he leaned against a weathered tree stump and muttered" If only there was a place where I could get whatever I want." The night rustled and and silence filled the air. Suddenly a soft voice moaned, "As you wish." and the stump that he leaned upon vanished. The last thing Nerlman remembered was weakly vociferating, "What the croak?!" as he tumbled into the vast pit.

***

Nerlman dreamed of many things, Mama Frog, his many punishments and devious pranks, the few friends that had aided him in his quest to prank the whole town, and other things a adolescent frog might dream about. He was having quite a lot of fun in one where he was the king and all the hoi polloi followed all his orders when he was swiftly awoken by an anonymous thing. Startled, he looked around expecting to see a creature but instead seeing a luscious landscape of rolling hills teeming with life and pulchritude. A magnificent luminous humanoid figure was gently wafting closer to Nerlman. "Dear Nerlman, what is your wish?"it said in a tinkling voice. The flabbergasted Nerlman replied "I, Nerlman Gerfati Horedofa Klewn, wish to seek out the coveted frogstool."

"Why do you wish to seek it?" replied the mysterious figure.

"Because I want to become the leader of the Frigglefraggle clan."

"Is there not another wish you have? For I can only grant one."

"No, I only crave to become the leader of the Frigglefraggles."

The figure shrugged,"If that truly is your wish, so be it."

With a swish of her hand, the landscape swiftly faded to black and Nerlman the frog was sent back to the pit of darkness to make the journey back to his world.

***

When Nerlman woke again, it was daylight and he could hear Mama Frog caterwauling her poor little frog her out. He found himself clutching the frogstool and he heaved himself up on his 4 froggy legs and prepared for the long trek back to the town of Frigglefraggles.

When he arrived, all the towns people were talking folderol about him and some were being lugubrious. The few that spotted him immediatly made a huge racket and by the time he reached town square, half the town was following him and the other half was waiting at the square. Mama Frog proudly lifted the frogstool out of his hands and declared, "Today, us Frigglefraggles have a new leader! May everyone please look to...Nerlman!" All the frogs clapped and made a brouhaha. A few came up and patted him on the back, saying their congratulations and hoping to suck up to Nerlman. He politely shook their hands and shared a fly with them which was completely mystifying as the Nerlman who they all knew would rather kill himself than shake a hand. They didn't complain though, all the frogs liked this new Nerlman better.

In the end Nerlman became a magnanimous and philanthropic king and the Frigglefraggle clan prospered under his rule.

The End

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I got a pretty new template :D
its so purty...... :D
im happy :D

My lamentations...

blog # 6 was so hard....

couldn't think of anything.......

took me forever but at least I'm done now :)

Now to the business letter!

I'm listening to love me right now =P

its been stuck in my head for a while...

Blog# 6 Letter to Mcdonalds

Dear McDonald's,

I love your fries! Even though they are greasy and fattening, something about them makes me crave more. I don't care what you put in your fries to make them so good but keep on adding it because that's what makes you my most favourite fast food restaurant in the entire world. You may be wondering why I like you so much, well, it is because of your amazingly delicious fries. Each golden fry that I eat is like heaven in a stick. My mouth waters as I think about the crispness of your fry as I bite into it, the explosion of flavour in the soft insides, and the joy I receive when it goes down my throat and into my stomach. All my taste buds are tingling now after writing that and I can't wait to go and buy my fifth daily serving of large fries from you. Even though I truly do not wish to stop eating fries, you must help me curb my appetite for them because I am sure that I am addicted to them. If I even miss one of my 10 scheduled fry binges, I cannot function and huddle in a dark corner. My friends have told me that unless they approach me with fries, I attack them and one has even shown me a scar I have given him. This is very serious and although I love you and your fries very much, I love my friends more and you will find a way to help me or I will sue you.

Sincerely, Bobette

Blog#5 Letter To Yumihiko Kawahara

For all you people who don't know, I read a lot of manga and Plant Doll is one that I have finished recently. It inspired me to write my fifth blog to its author, Yumiko Kawahara. This manga is about living dolls that supposedly have the 'smile of an angel' if you nourish it correctly and give it lots of love. They smile only for their owner and people all over the world desire a plant doll for their breath taking beauty.The dolls are kind of like the wands in Harry Potter, you can choose a doll, but you can not buy it until the doll chooses you. Likewise, you can just be visiting the shop and the doll awaken from their slumber and choose you forcing you to buy the doll. The series consists of 4 volumes that each have a number of chapters that vary from 27 to 40 to 69 pages. Each chapter is a new story about a plant doll and its owner and each story has its own twist.

The chapter that I will write about in this blog is called ' Potpourri doll' and is about a man that has recently come to a city and for some reason hates the 'smell' that it has. In order to appease his daughter who does not talk because of a incident in her past, he buys a plant doll that looks exactly like her. The plant doll that he bought is a type of doll that takes scent balls (kind of like a perfumed sachet) with every meal that allows it to release a so-called 'tantalizing scent'. The story progresses and the doll and the daughter start to act alike as well which leads to people not being able to tell them apart even more. The father of the girl also starts to become even more irritated with the horrible smell that the city has and ends up firing everyone one that works for him in a effort to disperse the smell. The smell is still not gone and he goes to his daughter who is the one of the few in the city that does have the smell in order to calm himself down. He picks her up to hug her only to realize that she has somehow managed to give off the loathsome smell as well. He throws her aside in horror thinking that he accidentally picked up the doll and immediately picks it up again to return it to the shop in which he bought it from. When he comes back his female companion asks him where the doll is. Tired from his trip he tells her that he returned it and tells her to go away. Horrified, she tells him that he did not return the doll but instead he returned his daughter. The chapter ends with the plant doll shop owner holding the daughter and asking her if she thinks her daddy will ever return.

Dear Yumiko Kawahara,

I absolutely love Plant Doll. It is amazing and I love how each chapter has a twist in it. My favourite one is the one about the potpourri doll. It's so interesting and it carries a certain kind of ominous feeling in it that I usually don't see in other books. The whole time I was reading that chapter I felt that something creepy was going to happen at the end and it did, the man ended up taking his own daughter back to the shop instead of the doll. I wonder if the man will ever go back to the plant doll shop to retrieve his daughter because his daughter is the one giving off the scent that he detests so much. His daughter is also the one that won't speak and has unfeeling eyes that scare anyone that looks into them. I think that the reason his daughter is giving off the scent is because she was also eating the perfume balls that the doll ate. What I think is weird though is that the lady who was taking care of the man's daughter and the plant doll also ate the scent balls but never gave off the scent that nauseated the man so much. In the end, the man thinks that the doll is the one that gives off the smell but I don't think it's true because the smell was there before he bought the doll. Which means that the poor doll never did anything and it was the man who probably had a problem, not the doll or the city that he lived in. I think that Plant Doll is a fabulous manga, and I wish that you can write more manga that is like it.

Sincerely, Polka Dots

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It is almost lunch
I am hungry
Im writing a letter to mcdonalds right now
i am hungry thinking of Mcdonalds
I want food.......

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Hellos!

Ok..

So I'm at school right now and I wanted to do a blog entry...

Since i can't think of anything to say I'll make my buddy Candy Cane say something: HELLO ALL

AS you can tell Candy cane is high. and it was not me typing the hello all because I am a lonely person and have no friends. I'm not a loser!!! D=

So.....

Any ideas for nails?

Ewwww and the desk I'm sitting at has a lot of gross stuff in it.

I don't want to put anything in it so i put all my stuff in Candy Cane's desk.

Candy Cane's writing a blog too!

Go read her blog at ------> www.stefanieppt.blogspot.com

ehehehe

I'm advertising for her so she better advertise for me >=)

I'm bored...

I should go edit my blogs because their getting marked...

ok!

time for goodbyes in different languages!

näkemiin

^ that's finnish

it looks cool

and by the way, the last good bye that i told you to guess was in thai

it looked purty

αντίο

^ that's goodbye in greek

it looks purty too

slán leat

^ IRISH

AHAHAHAA it looks so awesome

I love ireland... I love stories about faeries

I wish faeries were real....

well they probably are

its just that we can't see them

Last goodbye!

до видување

^ guess that language!

It looks like

AMAZINGLY AMAZING

ehhehehehe

so cool...

Blog #4 Oakville`s Letter

Dear Toronto,
You are my ray of sunlight in this polluted world. I admire all that you do and strive to be the stunning city that you are. I revere everything about you and wish for us to become the best of friends. You are like the big brother that I've always wanted. I gaze at you every night with your beautiful skyscrapers and am filled to the brim with longing to be the wonderful metropolis that you are. I absolutely idolize you, and I can't stress that fact enough. Please, just notice my existence and become friends with me. I am a newborn town that needs the guidance of someone older and more experienced to help me, and I know that you are the perfect candidate. I won't be of any burden to you and it won't matter if you mistreat me. All I need is just to be beside you and get to know you better. The love I feel for you is unconditional, everlasting and true to the depths of my heart. I wish with vigour that you will come to accept me and allow me to be by your side. I will be there for you whenever you need me, I will listen to all of your orders no matter how impossible they may be and the only reason I exist will be to fulfill your yearnings. I trust that you will see that my feelings for our soon-to-be friendship is true and anticipate the day when we are finally best friends.

Sincerely, Oakville

Can't think of a title so this will be my title

Hullo world!

I like writing my hellos like that cuz it looks cool so hullo again!

I should be doing something productive right now but I'm to lazy to get off the chair so I'm just staying at the computer. I ate a lot at dinner today and now I feel fat. When i feel fat i feel sad. So currently i am depressed cuz i ate so much. When I'm depressed i want to eat chocolate which make me feel better but more fat which in turn makes me more sad. Polka dots is currently trapped in a vicious cycle and fatness, sadness and chocolate.

I like lindor... =3 <------ Pretend you never saw that ok?

I also have a dilemma.I think i will make a poll cuz i am so vain. Or maybe not. Just comment below what you think I should do. Anyways, so everybody knows that this year Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day are on the same day right? Well, as i have mentioned in a previous post, I <3 nails! The only problem is i don't know what to paint my nails!!! It's horrible!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I just remembered i have to read my Sesame Street article.

I'm gonna go do that cuz my backpack is right beside me which means i don't have to move my lazy bum off the chair.

Anyways, tell me what you think i should paint my nails below in the comments please and thanks for reading my blog entries!

さようなら

^ that means bye in Japanese

i got it off google translator =D

anyways, i should be doing my homework so.....

안녕

^thats bye in Korean

i got that off of google translator too

my font is funny now cuz i copy pasted the thingys.

ok

let's say bye in another language.....

Mirupafshim

^ Albanian!! ahahahahaa

do u like that Krissy =P

i love google translator....

ok... I really am going to do my homework now so...

ลา ก่อน

^ guess what language that's in

looks pretty doesn't it? =3

Sincerely, Polka dots

More Random stuff that you don't need to know but i still want to tell you cuz im bored and don't want to do homework

My new favourite song is called Wanna by KARA!

It's Korean and so catchy......

The chorus keeps on replaying in my head...

I'm listening to it right now.... =D

I'm working on my Sesame Street compare and contrast thingy and I'm boredddddddddddddddddddddddd...........................................

Just pretend you never saw that ok Mr.Minkhorst?

Cuz im having lots of fun doing it!

Im learning how to put on makeup...

It's hard...

I suck at doing eyeliner...

My mom is forcing me though cuz all my friends can do it and she still helps me put it on...

im so boredddddddddd

Randomness :) hehehehehe....

Okay...
So today I read this manga that i really liked so I'm gonna talk about it a bit. :) If your not a manga nerd don't read on =D I don't think that anybody who reads my blog reads manga but since Candy Cane is my amazing yellow buddy this will be kinda-ish directed at her. I love using ish at the end of words. Anyways I'm gonna go back to the topic of my little manga rant.

So the manga I read is called TISTA and it is super awesome. The main character's name is Tista Lone and she is a pretty antisocial girl who is deemed weird by other people. She is an orphan who was taken in by a covenant and raised by a brother called Brother Lone. Seems pretty typical eh? The twist that I really liked in this story was that Tista was actually a sniper/assassin who kills off corrupted people in this world. Seems too goody goody? Well, it just so happens that Tista manged to inherit an eye at a very young age from brother Lone that allows her to have amazing precision and shoot from incredibly far distances. This eye is not genetically inherited, instead it is a virus that attaches to the eye of the host and is passed through emotions of wanting to kill. (or revenge or hardcore anger) If you're wondering how a young child managed to have those kind of feelings, it is because a friend of Tista's, Suzy, was abused by her parents and ended up attempting suicide because she thought that she was a bad child who was no longer needed in the world. Tista tells her that she is not a bad child and vows to be the bad child for them both. She is then seen later by Brother Lone dragging a nun to the the highest point in the covenant saying that she can see the most things from a higher place. He thinks nothing of it until he sees that she is holding a knife and that her eye now has a target symbol imprinted on it which means that she has begun the transfer of the virus from Brother Lone to her.

The series fast forwards to 10 years later where Sister Milita, Tista's codename when she is an assassin, is a huge criminal who is hunted by the FBI and wanted everywhere. She is walking to school one day as Tista when she is almost hit by a car but is saved by a boy named Arty Drawer. The two start off slow but eventually become friends. Arty later asks Tista is he is able to draw her for a art gallery and she reluctantly agrees. That night Sister Milita is assigned a task to kill the organizer of the art gallery that Arty was participating in because the organizer (Arty's uncle) is planning to sneak 200 kg of cocaine in all of the art pieces to sell to his buyers. Tista sneaks in and kills Arty's uncle but is noticed and therefore has to kill everybody else in the building. Arty happens to be there as well and because of the friendship that they have, Sister Milita decides not to kill him even though he recognized her and leaves him as the only one alive in the building.

Tista then disappears and Arty desperately searches for her, moved by his efforts, her feelings of anger falter a bit and that is when her vision starts to deteriorate. Tista sanity is challenged as the only thing that has kept her alive since she got the virus was her vision and her feelings of anger. She is locked up in order to not be found by the FBI who are searching for her and to be isolated so that her anger can return. The FBI are closing in on her when she is finally let out and Tista is given a choice, to either kill Arty, who is her only close friend, or to be shut away and isolated forever. Since her sanity is falling apart, she decides to kill Arty.

The story then continues on as Tista prepares and the intimidating date comes. she calls Arty on her cellphone and leads him to a deserted alley in which she wants to kill him. In the end, she cannot kill him and another mysterious person starts shooting Arty in the limbs. He tells her that shooting the brain stem is the quickest and most painless way to kill somebody so she should kill Arty already to relieve him of his pain but she cannot bring herself to do it.

Anyways....

I'm too lazy to finish this right now so i'll finish the summary and my little rant later..

=D