Sunday, February 28, 2010

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ARIAN TANEMURA'S WORKS

Sakura Hime Kaden

Time Stranger Kyko

Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne

(and more...)

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Carnival Fish

Okay. I just got 5 fish from the carnival, and I'm gonna see how long I'm able to keep them alive. 5 of 5 are alive, I just got them in separate containers. got water purifier, so should live at least till tomorrow morning or something. I really don't have that much hope for my fish. They aren't eating.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Friday, the 26th

Once upon a time in a world full of chaos, there was beauty. This girl, though un-delighted, was the most beautiful creature you had ever set eyes on. This was Jasmina. Sally, Anne, and Sally-Anne were her three younger sisters. Little did Jasmina know that she was a witch. the witch of Mortinshire. Many a day, many a moon, many a year had passed, but all you could hear was Jasmina whistlin', cooking at her pot. Both Sally, Anne, were caring for little Sally-Anne. Mother had had a new baby, though smiles weren't for sale. It was all an accident, no money to pay for Rosemary. Rosemary wore her smiles bright without a ease, but little did she know that she was being cast away, with the littlest amount of ease. Orphaned though she was, she still wore her smile proud. Walking the streets of Mortinshire was not a party at all. 6 years had passed and Rosemary had somehow found a way to care for herself. Jasmina on the other hand had found Sage, the little girl that mother just had. "Take care of her for me, I cannot hold on... Any longer. I'm sorry." were her last words. She breathed her last breath, her hand fell to the silky sheets, her head fell to the lace pillow. All was chaos. Having her sixth child wasn't such a breeze. She died at age thirty-six, but no one noticed. "Marcella will take care if us, I hope she does not quit. for if she does our life will be lost." With little Sage she walked and walked around the brush she fought. Trying to find old maid Marcella, If she was at the garden weeding or not. And she was weeding. "Marcella. Mother has died." Jasmina whispered. "The queen has died." Marcella answered. "The queen?" Jasmina asked, her pretty face bewildered. "All hail the queen of magic, the witch of mortinshire, Queen Jasmina!" Suddenly, out of nowhere, Marcella waved a wand, a thick circlet of pure gold decorated with painted flowers on gold, topped the girl's head. One last thing: it was her thirteenth birthday.
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whew, I didn't know what else to write.
Luv from the blogger!!!!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Awesome Ear Warmer

Knit or Crochet, I got this pattern covered. I originally found this here,
which gives you a link here, which has the knit pattern. Both here and here have patterns for a crochet one. (Now I really wish I was better at knitting)

Okeydokey... Gregarious?

Have you ever wondered why Okay is Okay or O.K.?
From dictionary.com

OK?!Dictionary.com

[oh-key, oh-key, oh-key] adverb, interjection, noun,pluralOK's, verb,OK'd, OK'ing.
–adjective
1.
all right; proceeding normally; satisfactory or under control: Things are OK at the moment.
2.
correct, permissible, or acceptable; meeting standards: Is this suit OK to wear to a formal party?
3.
doing well or in good health; managing adequately: She's been OK since the operation.
4.
adequate but unexceptional or unremarkable; tolerable: The job they did was OK, nothing more.
5.
estimable, dependable, or trustworthy; likable: an OK person.
–adverb
6.
all right; well enough; successfully; fine: She'll manage OK on her own. He sings OK, but he can't tap dance.
7.
(used as an affirmative response) yes; surely.
8.
(used as an interrogative or interrogative tag) all right?; do you agree?
–interjection
9.
(used to express agreement, understanding, acceptance, or the like): OK, I'll get it for you.
10.
(used as an introductory or transitional expletive): OK, now where were we?
–noun
11.
an approval, agreement, or endorsement: They gave their OK to her leave of absence.
–verb (used with object)
12.
to put one's endorsement on or indicate one's approval of (a request, piece of copy, bank check, etc.); authorize; initial:Would you OK my application?
Also, O.K., okay.


Origin:
initials of a facetious folk phonetic spelling, e.g., oll or orl korrect representing all correct, first attested in Boston, Massachusetts, in 1839, then used in 1840 by Democrat partisans of Martin Van Buren during hiselection campaign, who allegedly named their organization, the O.K. Club, in allusion to the initials of Old Kinderhook, Van Buren's nickname, derived from his birthplace Kinderhook, New York


Few Americanisms have been more successful than ok, which survived the political campaign of 1840 that fostered it, quickly lost its political significance, and went on to developuse as a verb, adverb, noun, and interjection. The expression was well known in England by the 1880s. Today ok has achieved worldwide recognition and use. It occurs in all but the most formal speech and writing.


And the word of the day... Gregarious!!!

–adjective
1.
fond of the company of others; sociable.
2.
living in flocks or herds, as animals.
3.
Botany. growing in open clusters or colonies; not matted together.
4.
pertaining to a flock or crowd.

Origin:
1660–70; < class="ital-inline">gregārius belonging to a flock, equiv. to greg- (s. of grex) flock + -ārius -arious

gre·gar·i·ous·ly, adverb
gre·gar·i·ous·ness, noun
non·gre·gar·i·ous, adjective
non·gre·gar·i·ous·ly, adverb
non·gre·gar·i·ous·ness, noun
un·gre·gar·i·ous, adjective
un·gre·gar·i·ous·ly, adverb
un·gre·gar·i·ous·ness, noun


1. social, genial, outgoing, convivial, companionable, friendly, extroverted.


Anyway, that's all for today gotta really go soon... AHHHHH!!!!! I'm Late!!!!!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

One Last Thing

I know. Third post of the day. So lately I've been on a craze called friendship bracelet craze. I've got a coupla books about it and I'm basically addicted, but you know... I don't really stick to a craft, I go phase after phase. I don't really plan to sell my crafts, because by the time one of my phases is over, I only made one of them. So, I just make them for myself.
Ciao!

The Perfect Berry Smoothie

So, I just made the PERFECT berry smoothie. My brother says that it needs on more banana, but I think it's good enough. I didn't really measure, but if you put the ingredients in, I think it will taste relatively like my smoothie.

The Recipe Requires:

Vanilla Organic Low-fat Yogurt

All-Natural Organic Blueberries (found at the frozen isle)

1-2 Bananas

A Mixer

The Recipe:
1. Don't care to thaw the the blueberries because the mixer will just pierce right through it. Anyway, first spoon in a couple spoons of yogurt, I don't know how many spoons, at least 5, I guess.
2. Then peel and slice the bananas. If you're in a hurry, don't slice them.
3. Blend and mix in mixer until smooth. (that's why it's called a smoothie!!!)
4. Toss in a coupla blueberries. At least a dozen. No, maybe more.
MMV-500 Commercial Blender
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5. To make sure this smoothie is like mine, the smoothie should be stained with blueberries, you know, kinda purplish?

6. For you fancy pants, top it off with some fresh fruit!
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My first cooking tutorial. Now I can just sit back and stare at it. I never made this blog for cooking, but I just HAD to share this recipe. Oh, and FYI all these pictures I found on the internet. Anyway, I'm working on a paper doll you can print and cut out coming soon!!!! Anyway, The next thing I want to show you is... this!!!
Aren't they just AWESOME?!?!?!?

Street Art

I know that these days when a blogger writes a whole jumble and doesn't have pictures it becomes ultimately boring for some. So that's why I have loads of pictures on this post. (haven't you noticed? I don't usually have pics...) So anyways, I want to tell you that right now my bro is pressuring me to write a whole boatload and oh! My creative juices can't flow anymore... Anyway, I've recovered, so more next time!!!!

Changes

I'm writing about changes because I changed the overall format of this blog, added a few new gadgets, and so on. Yes, I know yo had that "talk" with your mom or dad about "changes", but I have also decided to write EVERYDAY on this blog and my other blogs. Okay. So today's topic is next blog. I pressed next blog at the top of this blog... And... I found this awesome site about knitting!!!! I'm not going to follow it, or dd it to my links, Cause I'm already have enough My Links. Any way, Here's the Link. It's an awesome blog with awesome knits. There aren't new posts that often, but it is still an awesome blog.

Monday, February 22, 2010

The Twelfth Day of February

The milk crisis has ended. the machine has been shut down with the consent of Mr. Jimenaza. All is well. I have gotten my Central Kids Intelligence Agency Badge, and so has Anne. And, we're being called on a new mission: The Python Discovery.
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More next time about the Python Discovery. So for the rest of my post I would like to do some exploring... About Origami.
And that's just about it.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

The Sleep Over: Murder Mystery the tenth and eighth day of february


"Moriah, you can go to Anne's to sleepover tonight only if you promise me not to sleep too late." "Okay mom!"

Yes, that's how easy it was to get my mother to let me sleep over at Anne's. So, to summarize the events, nothing happened. Lisa had nothing to do with this, Mr. Jimenaza confessed, and it's all over. Mr. Jimenaza says that Vyna made the machine, and she didn't finish it by the deadline, so Mr. Jimenaza killed her. Mr. Jimenaza is the head of Love to Death, a terrorist organization. Lisa is being sent to the foster parents facility, and well, it ended fast. Tomorrow there is to be a ceremony for us.
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I know. I was too lazy to write some exciting news when it was time for the sleep over. yes, blame me.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Murder Mystery Solved? the eighth and nint day of February

"Anne and Moriah, I think you could help Michael and I solve many more mysteries. But make sure you don't go showing off too soon!" The screen flashed, and The Horner was gone. I hurried to make sure the peice of glass was safely returned to Anne's mom, then went to bed. I thought about the Jimenazas, and then decided this was all a dream, until I woke up, of course. Surprisingly, the next day I walked into school, and saw Michael talking to Lisa. The Horner must've gotten hold on her. I wonder if the mystery's solved yet. "Are you Michael?" I asked. "Yes. And you are Anne or Moriah?" "Moriah." I answered. "That is Anne." I pointed to Anne. As soon as Lisa left I whispered to Michael, "How did you find Lisa?" "Lisa was sick, she didn't transfer." he answered. "Did she spill the beans, I mean the milk?" I asked. "We're asking her tonight. Wanna come?" Michael asked. "I'll plan a sleep-over with Anne, and her mom, WA, will probably let us go." I answered.

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I need to do my work. Bye!!!! I'll be write back. ;)

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Ongoing Mystery: The Seventh Day of February

Okay, now where were we...:

"I'm WA's daughter, Anne Burgess, and we have information about the MC milk crisis. Um, Lisa Jimenaza's supposedly step-mother Vyna Jimenaza was killed, right? So, um, so I heard that Mr. Jimenaza and Vyna Jimenaza divorced, so, uh, I think they head some kind of fight or something like a quarrel and they divorced and Mr. Jimenaza still has a grudge so he killed Vyna. I think Lisa helped her dad, but she doesn't know it. She transferred to a different school today, and I think she must've found out about the plot and we were trying to get her to spill the beans." "And you say you're WA's daughter. And you?" the man asked me. "I'm Moriah Lisenge. I helped solve this mystery, and I used to be friends with Lisa." "Now, Moriah, the CIA does have proof that Mr. and Mrs. Jimenaza were divorced, then Mr. Jimenaza married again to Vyna Zynorse, who became Vyna Jimenaza. But we do not yet have proof that Lisa has tranferred. You may be right, so keep you eyes peeled and ears opened for more reports from me, uh, us. Keep working on cracking this case, or you might not get enough calcium for the rest of your life. But what about the milk machine? Who built the milk machine?" "Well, Mr. Horner, I think Lisa helped Mr. Jimenaza the machine, she's really good at science. She won the science fair award, you see. Lisa was probably asked to build the machine for Mr. Jimenaza to sell to a company, because they are very poor, you see. I think Vyna still supports the family with her money until she died." I said. "Very interesting hypothesis. We will look into this idea." The Horner said, looking very excited. "We might just have cracked the case wide open, Miss Moriah Lisenge. You would probably like to meet my son, Michael. He is very like you, and is very good at solving mysteries. Is this your first mystery?" "No, sir. But I would like to meet Michael. Which school does he go to?" I asked. Michael sounded nice. "He used to be homeschooled, but he just transfered to your school, Heidi Daleton Elementary and Junior School. Thank You for helping us. And thanks to you, Anne Burgess. You will both be getting official Central Kids Intelligence Agency badges, to let your moms park anywhere. Keep working hard and get good grades!"

Saturday, February 6, 2010

The Sixth Day of February

http://www.murdermysterycanada.com/images/MYSTERY_LOGO_BLACK_2004.GIF




Okay. I got this MURDER MYSTERY picture from this awesome site that has murder mystery games. Too bad have to pay. Any ways, Here's the story:

I didn't know what to do. Lisa was gone, and this murder mystery is getting even more mysterious. I thought I could solve it, but what could I do? I'm not the CIA. CIA!!! That's it!!! All I have to do is tell the CIA my hypothesis and with the CIA on my side, I would be able to get proof! But how could I contact the CIA???? I asked Anne about it. Her mom was part of the CIA "Why didn't you say so?" I asked. "She isn't a very important part of the CIA. She's just a stand by agent, but she can contact The Horner, the headmaster of the CIA. "How do you know so much?" I asked her. "Even though my mom's a famous actress, she can use that as her excuse to travel the world for the CIA. She always tells me of her adventures, and don't say I'm lying! Don't tell anybody though." her voice fell to a whisper.
We went to her house, and her mother gave us this piece of glass. I tapped on it, and I saw a face appear on the screen. "WA come in! World Actress!" I saw a man in all black say. "This is THE HORNER." "Hi!" Anne said nervously. "I'm WA's daughter, Anne Burgess. We have information..."

Gotta Go!!!!

A Bonus Before The Story

My friends have been really into fashion design, that kind of thing lately. They've been drawing little sketches of dresses on models every single minute of the school day. (And they got in trouble :) ) So for those of you who aren't very good at art, but still want to do it, you can always learn to draw.

You can also watch a video to learn.

If you think you're already really good at art, you can get inspired by these collections.

Friday, February 5, 2010

The Fifth Day of February

"Mr. Jimenaza killed Vyna Jimenaza, and Lisa helped him plan it, even though she doesn't know it." I said secretly. "Moriah! Time for bed!" I heard my mother say. "I gotta go!" I whispered into the phone, turned and said to my mother, "Coming mom!!!" I got into my room and got ready for bed. Taking a flashlight and paper and pencil with me, I climbed in under the sheets and planned how to get Lisa to spill the beans. I could make a drill and drill a hole from my house to hers, and threaten to kill her dad if she doesn't tell me. Nope. Too risky. I could be her friend again, go to her house, and quietly sneak the questions into her head, so that she wouldn't suspect anything. Yes!!!! I circled the idea with a red marker, and but it into the pocket of my jacket to show Anne, and fell soundly asleep. When I opened my eyes, I found Anne shaking my shoulder. "Wake up!!!" she said. "Was the milk crisis all a dream? Or did you sneak into my house?" I asked her drowsily. "I came here to tell you something. Lisa Jeminaza doesn't go to our school anymore. She just transferred to being homeschooled." "What!" I half-yelled. "How are we supposed to solve the mystery now??? I had the purrfect plan to make her let the cat out of the bag and now she transfers?!?!?!?!?!? She must've found out about her dad's secret, or her dad new someone was on his tail!" I was devastated. I hadn't had milk in a long time. I couldn't hold it any longer. I had to do something about Lisa!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

A Bonus

Square Bottom Tab Purse
Okay. So I had to write this, and this has nothing to do with my FIRST DAY PROJECT. So lately I've been on a make-a-purse craze, so first I crocheted a purse, then made a magazine/candy wrapper/ chip wrapper purse. And now, the newest purse craze? The POP TAB PURSE!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and I'm embroidering on my crocheted purse.

The Fourth Day of February

Okay... Here is is...

'This had become a murder mystery' I thought. Whose fault was it that there was no milk? Can I solve the mystery? Does Lisa Jimenaza still go to my school? Is Vyna Jimenaza really dead? Questions like these flooded into my head, and I swear it was going to explode. First, I thought about Lisa. I was sure she still went to my school, which was Heidi Daleton Elementary and Junior School. Questionably, I thought about how she always dressed in black. Maybe her mother was already dead and somebody was impersonating her! Lisa and I used to be friends, but then we had a fight, then I noticed Anne Burgess, and we became friends. Suddenly, I remembered that Lisa never talked about her mother. She only ever talked about her dad, who was the only parent I had ever seen. I was very positive that someone had impersonated, or maybe cloned Vyna Jimenaza. Then somebody was probably jealous, and murdered her for the money. I knew isa's mom worked full time, because Lisa told me that. Vyna could be her stepmom! This was starting to come together, but I had no proof. Could I try to win Lisa back as a friend, or risk sneaking into Delaware? Delaware was too far. Lisa's stepmom worked too far away from Montana. Maybe Vyna Jimenaza and Lisa's dad were divorced. Another reason Lisa would wear black. "Anne. I think I know who mudered Vyna." I whispered into the phone. "We have to prove that I'm right. I need to become friends with Lisa again. This is Operation Murder Mystery."
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Sooooooooooooooooooooooo what do you think??????
I make it up as I go, and never wanted it to be a murder mystery... I don't know how I'm going to do this. If Moriah, the main character, tells Anne Burgess, the best friend, who the murderer is, then how am I supposed to get them to travel to Delaware and get them on television to tell the owrld they solved the mystery? How are they going to find proof? Squeeze the answeres out of Lisa? And what happens to Lisa Jeminaza, the daughter of Vyna Jeminaza, the murdered? Maybe I can squeeze Mr. Jeminaza into the story. Maybe Lisa is a friend of Jillian Siquan, the news reporter!!! Wait a second.. I'm not giving the story away... :)

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Second and Third Day of February

Ok. More about the Milk Crisis:

"Moriah!" I heard Anne say over the phone. "Go to Channel 63.1 and watch the news!!!" she sounded really scared. I saw Jillian Siquan, the news reporter, yell into the microphone over the winds, "Right here at Delaware, the high winds and rain seem to be made from... Milk! Scientists all over the world are carefully examining this curious process. One hour ago, when you checked your fridge, you probably saw spilt milk. But now, when you check your fridge, you will see evaporated milk clinging to the top of the fridge, trying to escape to Delaware. John Walaskey here is a scientist who has a hypothesis:" "I'm John. what I think happened here is that some kind of global molecular system has attracted the water and liquid molecules in milk, and sent them to some kind of processor plant and transmitted them out some kind of spout. We have pinpointed the center of this Milk Crisis. Amilie Milk Plant. This plant has been losing money because their cows have been getting old and they didn't have enough money to replace them. Bottom line, we need to shut off the plant." "Thank you John. We have been sent a notice that Delaware CIA residents have been trying to shut down this horrific machine. Here is Emilie Amest, the owner of Amilie Milk Plant:" "Jillian Siquan and the world, I did not mean to make a machine but there has been something mysterious going on in the corridors of Amilile Milk Plant or AMP. AMP worker Vyna Jeminaza made us sign a contract to let her build a machine that would help the cows recover from Cowitis. Then, the day before the unveiling of this great machine, Vyna Jeminaza was murdered." the young owner Emilie Amest said. "This is quite a story. I bet the CIA is getting baffled! Well, we'll return with more news about this milk heist tomorrow at 8:00. This has been Jillian Siquan for Investigator Alligator News Live from Delaware and around the world. News you need and want."
"Did you hear that, Moriah?" I heard Anne ask over the phone. I just realized in my hurry to turn on the TV, I forgot to hang up the phone. "Yes." I answered. Shockingly, I realized I knew Lisa Jeminaza. And her mother was Vyna Jimenaza, the one who was murdered.


Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Poor Blog and First Day

First Day of February: Short Stories
Oh my poor neglected blog!!! What to write about... I'll write a short story!!! Okay. A short story about a girl that... that goes to someplace to find... milk!!!

"Anne!!!"I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Anne!!!" she mimicked. "You're finally here!" I said, relieved. "Anne Burgess, you are one feisty little girl!" I said, mimicking Mr. Thenornow, my writing teacher. Anne was always getting into trouble. I went home to get a glass of milk. I couldn't live without milk! It's my favorite drink! Especially chocolate milk. Yumm... I opened the fridge, to find... Spilt milk! how could I drink that. I thought about slurping it, but the fridge was too cold. I would freeze myself. "Do you have milk?" I asked Anne. I thought about the Got Milk? commercials. "Let's check." she answered. Speedily, I dashed breathlessly through the corridors of her house that I was well familiar with. I hastily opened the fridge and saw... Spilt Milk! We then went to the supermarket, but there was only the janitor mopping up... Spilt Milk!!! The whole town had... Spilt Milk!!! Tearfully, I begged my mom to drive me to the neighboring town. "Please, please, please!!!" I begged almost at tears. I could feel a teardrop rolling down my cheek. Being a real softie, my mother gave in and drove me to see... Spilt Milk!!! The cows at the farm had been squeezed dry of milk. The milk at the processor building was spilt. Gallons of spilt milk gushed from the tipped over gigantic milk glass. "Ugh!" I shouted. I walked tirelessly to... Canada!!! and did they have milk? Nooooooo. this was a global calcium crisis!!!

Want to hear more of my not-so-short story? Come back tomorrow!