tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46963553629732525962024-03-14T22:49:24.040+07:00Amalia's Homework BlogHI. . .My Name's Amalia BOutrup. . . BYEAmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-20436795254761013852010-06-01T06:20:00.003+07:002010-06-01T06:24:10.273+07:00Video Adverstisng.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mindofandre.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/1876984873_2a026900d4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 237px;" src="http://mindofandre.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/1876984873_2a026900d4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">My favorite ad was Rinzin's.<br />It's purpose was to pay attention to all the good<br />things in the world and how lots of them would<br />be gone.<br />The target audience was pretty much everyone.<br />It was effective because it was catchy and would<br />stick to people's minds.<br /></div>AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-33354102762805522742010-05-27T08:00:00.002+07:002010-05-27T08:31:17.848+07:00Able to lie vs Ask any question.<a href="http://burgsworld.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/pinocchio.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://burgsworld.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/pinocchio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I would choose to be able to lie because if I did something bad I could get around it. Also, if someone asked me a question and I didn't want to answer it I could lie. Also, I could lie about being able to ask any question so I could do both. Plus, if you choose ask any question then the person you ask might not be truthful. </div>AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-47887060966871504832010-05-25T12:24:00.003+07:002010-05-25T13:24:33.617+07:00The Giver, How is Jonas Feeling??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/5827160-md.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 680px; height: 497px;" src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/5827160-md.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAJAuH8vfRCxKJ2ZQcX2sS9UwJ6mLmthgd_by8OY8xPvavEM9VSrvGf_uH-ytm9S17IKBKy3Ah_WNIG5cqaHQmmooQWnn79v0Vc6dX1oIlh8hKKJS5gjYfHOA9VvSV_E3CIiSY1uLOJd2/s320/confused+boy.jpg"><img style="width: 244px; height: 314px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAJAuH8vfRCxKJ2ZQcX2sS9UwJ6mLmthgd_by8OY8xPvavEM9VSrvGf_uH-ytm9S17IKBKy3Ah_WNIG5cqaHQmmooQWnn79v0Vc6dX1oIlh8hKKJS5gjYfHOA9VvSV_E3CIiSY1uLOJd2/s320/confused+boy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Oh gosh, I really don't know what in the world is going on. I wasn't assigned I was chosen. I am really confused, I feel left out and singled out. I wish I could be with Asher, playing and riding our bikes. I just wish I could be an Eleven again. </div><br /><div></div>AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-46555154881136115282010-05-21T09:36:00.002+07:002010-05-21T09:54:16.181+07:00CLIO Advertisment Deconstruction<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aef.com/images/museum/clio_2009/student/BBST-02.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://www.aef.com/images/museum/clio_2009/student/BBST-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Target Audience</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Everyone<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why it won a CLIO</span><br /></div> Because, it's cute and shows how well the Ziploc bag works in a easy, simple and cute way that everyone will understand.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Elements</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Symbolism</span>- The tree in the background is actually reddish, because of the fall. But they put the Ziploc bag on top of some of the leaves, and it shows how well the Ziploc bag works. It shows that the Ziploc bag can keep things fresh and keep air out so nothing will dry.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Body-Language</span>- Body language is usually with people and how they act and look, making us think that if we by the product we will be the same. Since there are no people in this ad, there is no body language.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">Camera Angle</span>- The camera is angled so the biggest most attention taking thing in the picture is the big tree with the plastic bag.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Special Effects</span>- Either the green part or the orange part of the tree was edited so that it would seem like the Ziploc bag was keeping everything fresh.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Lighting and Colour</span>-The building in the background isn't very colorful so the tree stands out directing our attention towards it.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Beauty and Social Standing</span>- There aren't any people here so, there isn't any beauty and social standing.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Layout and Graphics</span>- There isn't any text, but the message comes across clearly. It's an interesting ad and the message is that if you use a Ziploc bag you keep everything fresh. It's really cute and funny with minimal text attracting people to it.AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-12606293324015808322010-05-19T13:03:00.003+07:002010-05-19T14:34:55.458+07:00Advertisment<div style="text-align: center;">Soccer Kit. <br />Target Audience<br /> People who play soccer.<br /></div>Looking For:<br />Light Weight<br />Stylish<br />Cool<br />Easy To Use<br />Improve Skills<br />You love to play soccer, but you can't find any good equipment. Look no further! The new ABSK Kit includes a light weight uniform of your choice and you can cuztomize it yourself, state of the art soccer boots that are lightweight and gives you perfect shooting, it also includes a ball that has marks telling you where to hit it. You will look cool feel comfortable and be absolutely wonderful at playing soccer.AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-13372876452166264812010-04-19T07:16:00.000+07:002010-04-19T07:17:22.676+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://christiananders.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/psych_wallpaper_1024x768_01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://christiananders.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/psych_wallpaper_1024x768_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Psych<br />On Friday in class we watched the first episode of Psych. The detective was Sean and he got everyone to believe he was a pychic when he was just really observent. The crime was that for 18 months the son of a very rich family had been missing. Everyone thought it was a kidnapping. Sean suspected it was the Sister so that she could get all the inheritence when her father died but actually it was the father who killed his son. It turned out the son had just staged the whole thing to get attention from the press and when the dad found out he was furious and accidently killed him. The dad really didn’t have an alibi but the fact that it was his son was kind of the reason they didn’t think it was him. The suspense part was when the police came to take Sean away because he wanted to reveal everything in front of the police. Some clues were that the son’s dog bit the dad when he came in and the scar was still fresh.AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-82651165125351200722010-04-12T09:01:00.003+07:002010-04-12T09:14:11.992+07:006 elements of a mystery<a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5472104/2/istockphoto_5472104-fingerprints-and-glass.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5472104/2/istockphoto_5472104-fingerprints-and-glass.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Every mystery has evidence that relates the villlan to the crime.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.teach-nology.com/worksheets/early_childhood/color/detective.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px" alt="" src="http://www.teach-nology.com/worksheets/early_childhood/color/detective.gif" border="0" /></a><br />Every mystery has a detective who tries to solve the mystery.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.vashtie.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/violent_crime.png"><img style="WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.vashtie.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/violent_crime.png" border="0" /></a><br />Every mystery has a victim or victims who is affected by the crime.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/police-interrogation-ch.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/police-interrogation-ch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Every mystery has a suspect who is usually asked questions.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/021/6/a/SEAT_Exeo_vs_police__car_chase_by_the_alkspain.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 424px" alt="" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/021/6/a/SEAT_Exeo_vs_police__car_chase_by_the_alkspain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Every mystery has suspense. The picture I chose was of a police car chase.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u15/Property_crime.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 403px" alt="" src="http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u15/Property_crime.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Every mystery always has a criminal or villan who commits the crime.AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-8518062111618722672010-04-09T07:27:00.001+07:002010-04-12T09:15:41.214+07:00Monk!<a href="http://woodchipped.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/monk_main.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 640px" alt="" src="http://woodchipped.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/monk_main.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So for the past two days in class we have been watching a Monk episode. We have done this to research mystery stories. The dectectives were of course Monk and also the other two detectives and sometimes Natalie. Crime of the episode was the murder of Angline’s uncle Robert Boyd. The bad guy was Angeline even though that wss totally unexpected. In this episode the criminal, Angeline, didn’t have a quoted back up story but even though she didn’t say it, the fact that he was her uncle was her excuse. The person who was affected was of Robert Boyd. It was really unexpected that Angeline was the murder because they kept thinking it was the shopkeepr, but he had a rock hard alibi. Somethings that kept the episode suspensful and interesting were in the end during the chase after Angeline and when Natalie starts freaking out because she thought she was going to die. There were no witness’s except for Angeline who was the murderer. Some evidence they had were the lucky charms she had huung around her Uncle’s house in the wrong way and the vodoo dolls that made people think it was vodoo dolls that killed the bodies. A big clue was that she was a paramedic in the 2 deaths before that so that she could put vodoo dolls in their houses as part of her plan. The twist at the end was that it wasn’t vodoo like everyone thought it was, it was Angeline!<br />I’m not sure if this is right because I didn’t really know what to do, I was a little confused.</div>AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-70093424260040661592010-03-31T07:21:00.004+07:002010-03-31T07:26:17.287+07:00Plastiki Kontiki<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.dwell.com/images/478*478/Plastiki-square.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 478px;" src="http://media.dwell.com/images/478*478/Plastiki-square.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Plastiki is a 20 meter cadameren boat. The special thing about it is that it’s made out of recyceled plastic bottles and other PET material. Even though it’s made out of plastic bottles Plastiki is still very high tec with; solar panals, wind and trailing propeller turbines and bicycle generators. On March 20, 2010 Plastiki set sail planning to sail from San Fransisco to Sydney. They will stop at several places which are special to the enviorment or that have been destroyed due to global warming. The crew is skippered by female british sailor Jo Royce. The crew from San Francisco to Sydney consists of Co-skipper David Thompson, expedition diver Olav Heyerdahl, filmmakers Max Jourdan and Vern Moen, and expedition leader David de Rothschild. Rothschild, an ecologist will sail across the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, a big sea of garbage sitting just below the surface of the Pacific Ocean between California and Hawaii, in an attempt to make people realize the amout of waste disposed of in our oceans.AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-27887609130300325942010-03-18T08:19:00.002+07:002010-03-18T08:49:43.562+07:00Vocab List 10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uatsinni.dk/images/MAP_OF_NUUK_FIORDSYSTEM.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.uatsinni.dk/images/MAP_OF_NUUK_FIORDSYSTEM.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Specifically<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iusedtohavehair.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/i-just-dont-care.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 450px;" src="http://iusedtohavehair.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/i-just-dont-care.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Dismissvely<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://struckbyenlightning.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/thx-captain-obvious.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://struckbyenlightning.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/thx-captain-obvious.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Blatant<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfybZMJHm2TXjpOLu9nWnayiVOk9KgX133Gdb27x5nd4fKftYGoXldDq2H59pf05QCTvI1ENoaL7Uei_rYmIJCWxKeGgWZv75-a0Fv8SJmM2mWfZDrXibpuki3DabzjLDd7aOUv0ZQMyY/s400/admission-ticket.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfybZMJHm2TXjpOLu9nWnayiVOk9KgX133Gdb27x5nd4fKftYGoXldDq2H59pf05QCTvI1ENoaL7Uei_rYmIJCWxKeGgWZv75-a0Fv8SJmM2mWfZDrXibpuki3DabzjLDd7aOUv0ZQMyY/s400/admission-ticket.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Admission<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wanganui.govt.nz/news/commsLink/images/issues/issue338/StagnantArea.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 226px;" src="http://www.wanganui.govt.nz/news/commsLink/images/issues/issue338/StagnantArea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Stagnant<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2007-08/20/xin_07208042013294371118134.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 405px;" src="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2007-08/20/xin_07208042013294371118134.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Indignantly<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://22.media.tumblr.com/A2WlZa8ryqfk6ercF9OtKU9xo1_500.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 428px;" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/A2WlZa8ryqfk6ercF9OtKU9xo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Fixated<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/argument1227837759.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 310px;" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/argument1227837759.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Belligerent<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thesportboys.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/football-tactics-french.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 236px;" src="http://thesportboys.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/football-tactics-french.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>TacticsAmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-3027498248959675512010-02-03T11:12:00.000+07:002010-02-03T11:12:44.484+07:00Vocab List 7<div style="color: yellow;">1.Mildew-The fungus or discoloration on cloth after it is left out soggy for a long time.</div><div style="color: yellow;">2. Out of the Blue- Something that is totally random and unrealated to the topic.</div><div style="color: yellow;">3. Hesitantly- To say or do something very carefully.</div><div style="color: yellow;">4. Hatch- A type of door they use on a ship.</div><div style="color: yellow;">5. Orientation- To collect and get yourself together.</div><div style="color: yellow;">6. Chateu- A house that is very big like a mansion but not a castle</div><div style="color: yellow;">7. Thunderous- A loud or big noise.</div><div style="color: yellow;">8. Contradiction- A statement that is used to propell against something someone else said.</div><div style="color: yellow;">9. Fault- Something someone did or said that wasn't a sucess.</div><div style="color: yellow;">10. Preserve- Either to save something or to keep it in the way it is for a long period of time.</div>AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-73917107418125873492010-01-27T06:06:00.000+07:002010-01-27T06:06:02.622+07:00Why is Haiti so poor?1.Haiti use to export Coffee. But then the coffee prices went so low they couldn't get anymore money out of it. <br />
2. The goverment went bankrupt when they used 150 mil frans to help france a long time ago but now that turned into 21 bil frans.<br />
3. Someone came and taught them how to make charcoal and they began selling charcoal. They didnt' realize how much wood it took and then Haiti had suddenly no more trees so they couldn't sell the charcoal anymore.<br />
4. In Haiti there is barely any marine life left due to the soil erosion. That means they can't sell fish.<br />
5. Also used to export sugar. But then, the sugar prices also turned really low so they decided not to sell anymore.<br />
6. Only around 50% of the adults in Haiti have enough education to have a good living and of that 50% only 30% are employed.<br />
7. They also have a lot of earthquakes because of forest degredation and they use a lot of money on fixing the devestation the earthquakes cause.<br />
8. When the Europeans came and invaded Haiti they brought death, misery and destruction a long with them.AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-81353942001029710932010-01-18T21:03:00.000+07:002010-01-18T21:03:21.204+07:00Haiti Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/contributor/2010/1/14/1263488479383/Haiti-quake-aid-boy-recei-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" ps="true" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/contributor/2010/1/14/1263488479383/Haiti-quake-aid-boy-recei-001.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">About a week after the earthquake hit in Haiti, medical care is slowly flying in. They are finding many dead and even more injured. The boy above is getting medical care from an aid hut. Food and water is also a major problem. They estimate that they will need to fly in around 3 million meals to feed the people who have suffered the most. The nation is already poor so therefore they simply couldn't afford something like this to happen. There is progress but it is happening very slowly, we need to get some more aid and food in.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On January 12, 2010 a 7.0 magnitude richter scale hit the poor nation of Haiti. The Haitian Goverment suspects that around 500,000 people are dead. Most were probably killed due to the poorly constructed building. When the U.S. Marines arrive at the spot before sending in massive aid, they see people on the streets trying to dig thier loved ones out. Some were sleeping on the street and searching desperatley for clean water. This truly is a pitiful scene. <br />
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</div>Phoebe, a goth to the bone girl, is the main character of this interesting story. Adam is her best friend, football star, next door neighbor. Margi is her best friend. Together they experience life with the “differently biotic” – each are affected a different way. <br />
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Phoebe becomes fascinated and starts to fall for Tommy, the leader of the “differently biotic” kids. Since all of the zombies, as they like to call themselves, don’t come back the same – meaning some move and communicate better than others – Tommy makes sure some of the lower functioning ones aren’t left alone walking through the halls or in the cafeteria. Phoebe’s feelings for Tommy cause a lot of talk. People can’t believe she would want to have anything to do with a dead person.<br />
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Adam has to deal with Tommy in his own way. Tommy decides he wants to join the football team. The coach doesn’t want him to, of course, but the principal tells him he has no choice. Adam is the only player that gives Tommy a chance and sees what a great player he really is. The problem is, Adam starts to realize he has feelings that go beyond friendship for Phoebe and a love triangle is formed.<br />
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Margi can’t understand why Phoebe is warming up to the zombies. One of their best friends is one and Margi can’t seem to get past that Colette was once alive and hung out with them all the time. She struggles to see what Phoebe likes about the zombies.<br />
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Once Margi and Colette become friends again, the homecoming dance is nearing. Margi, Phoebe, Adam, Thorny, and Margi's homecoming date, Norm are all invited to an afterparty at the Haunted House after homecoming. Phoebe sees Adam at the dance and they apologize to one another for their argument. They all head to the Haunted House party. A while into the party, Tommy takes Phoebe outside to talk to her in the Oxoboxo woods. They sit and talk, and Phoebe asks why Tommy thinks him and his living like Colette, Sylvia, and Tayshawn's families never accepted them being undead. Tommy tells Phoebe that he thinks if he found a living girl to kiss him, that he'd feel even more alive. Right when Phoebe was about to kiss him, she is snatched away.<br />
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Pete, hallucinating that Phoebe is Julie and she was about to cheat on him with Tommy, tells his buddy and sidekick Timothy Cole (TC) Stavis to hold Phoebe still so he can get a good shot at her. Meanwhile, back at the party, Karen tells Adam that he must tell Phoebe that he loves her, unless he wants to die without her knowing. Adam quickly thanks her, and heads out the back door to find Phoebe and tell her how he feels. He hears her scream, and heads in that direction calling her name. Once he sees Pete about to shoot, he jumps in front and takes the bullet for Phoebe in the chest. Scared to death that they shot the wrong person, Stavis runs away, and Pete follows, only to be stopped by Takayuki and scared out of his mind.<br />
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The zombies had gathered around Adam's body with Phoebe screaming and telling them to do something. Karen pronounces Adam dead, and within minutes, he rises again, unable to speak. He tells Phoebe he loves her, but it just comes out as an incoherent gargle. Phoebe then makes a promise to herself and Adam that she will try and bring him back as much as she possibly can.<br />
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My favorite part in the book is when Phoebe is at homecoming and is dancing with Tommy making him feel alive. This is my favorite part because it shows how much Phoebe cares for Tommy and all she wants to do is to make him feel alive.AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-53105949384008547652009-12-26T02:21:00.001+07:002009-12-26T02:26:59.730+07:00Christmas Was on Thursday!Christmas was on Thursday! In Denmark and Scandanavia it is but in America and almost everywhere else it's today. Well, when I woke up I totally forgot it was Christmas. But when I went to my advent chocolate calender it said the 24th which means Christmas! I woke up really early at seven. I'm not allowed to wake my brother and my grandparents were up late the day before so I went into the living room to watch TV. When my grandparents woke up and saw that I was awake, they were so surprised because I'm usually the last one to wake up. We said Merry Christmas to each other and had breakfast.<br />
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</div><div align="left">I was sitting on my bean bag reading Generation Dead By: Daniel Waters when I heard the doorbell ring. My grandparents just came back from church and I didn't have to go because I went yesterday. I opened up the door and saw Irene with Anton and Bertil. Anton is a shitzu dog and Bertil is a Tibetan Terrier dog. My three dogs are also Tibetan Terries. Bertil is my oldest dog Thimphu's son and brother to Tashi and Thupthen. They started playing right away but Anton stayed close to Irene. Irene came in and gave me a hug and then waited in the living room. Then about 10 minutes later Lise rang the doorbell. I went out and greeted her and then we all sat down and ate dinner. After dinner we went to the Christmas tree and sang a couple of songs. Then my brother and I got to give out the presents. I got a lot of presents but the best one was probably the camera and the printer. After that we all just lounged around and ate candy.<br />
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</div>AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-32882452067583100172009-12-24T04:39:00.000+07:002009-12-24T04:39:27.785+07:00Stranger With My Face<div align="center">Stranger With My Face<br />
</div><div align="center">By: Lois Duncan<br />
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</div><div align="left">Stranger With My Face is about 16 year-old Laurie Stratton and her long lost twin sister Lia Abbot. It all starts when she gets a stomach flu right before a big christmas party that she was supposed to attend. Her boyfriend still makes and claims he saw her on the beach. He gets really suspicious and suddenly thinks she's cheating on him and then dumps him. Laurie then finds out about Lia. Her parents told her that she was adopted and it suddenly made sense to Laurie that Lia was somehow doing this. Her friend Ellen thinks it's from astral projection. She says that native amerícans can do it. Lia starts getting jealous of Ellen and then tricks Ellen into following her because Ellen thinks she's Laurie. Lia pushes Ellen down a flight of slippery stairs and Ellen falls into a colma. Everyone blames a boy named Jeff who was with Ellen that night. Jeff and Laurie become close friends and then Lia becomes jealous of Jeff. Lia doesn't want anyone near Laurie. Lia tricks Jeff with astral projection. Astral projection is when your body stays where it is but your spirit goes somewhere else. Lia shows up on some slippery rocks infront of Lauries house. Jeff falls into a whole and breaks his leg. When Jeff never shows up to the dinner Laurie starts getting worried. When she looks over her balcony she sees some books Jeff was supposed to bring over on a rock. Laurie runs down to get a look. She then falls in too and her parents get worried so they look after her. When they find them Laurie swears she's going to learn astral projection and find her sister. When Laurie finally learns how she goes out searching for Lia. She finds Lia in a mental hospital. When she walks in Lia isn't breathing which means she's out doing astral projection. When Laurie returns home she can't get back into her own body. When someone wakes up in her body she finally realizes Lia has taken her body. Lauries little sister notices how different Lia is and starts investagating. Jeff then meets Lia at the ferry they take to school. He gives her her necklace back. It was made out of turquoise and protected her from all bad and evil things. When he gives it to the person he thought was Laurie she backs away scared. When Laurie's little sister comes and tells Jeff the whole story he realizes that it's Lia in Laurie's body. Jeff throws the necklace at Laurie's body and Lia immediatly hops out of the body. Laurie who was thankfully close by swooped back into her own body. They later find out that since Lia's body wasn't breathing they thought she was dead so they cremated her. Lia lives in the winds now.<br />
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My favorite part is when Jeff and Margaret (Laurie's little sister) find out that it's Lia not Laurie and throw the necklace at Laurie's body. This is my favorite part because it's just like Eureka! Also because it makes a happy ending in the book. <br />
</div>AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-18892365013656382562009-12-24T04:21:00.001+07:002009-12-26T02:28:00.094+07:00Some more pictures.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7699s5bVwO6m1QH64EYa7EvY_Wi1H_yH7FckFnwGEgSe68-eGFNf-P34Zlhr3AsozSImUnmPReL-gZ3tozplTHppK5UiwofpOkL2DlVztD1PVXhTZZ25fomY1HldkEkIrzNUQoN6Lks/s1600-h/Amalia's+Camera+1+069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7699s5bVwO6m1QH64EYa7EvY_Wi1H_yH7FckFnwGEgSe68-eGFNf-P34Zlhr3AsozSImUnmPReL-gZ3tozplTHppK5UiwofpOkL2DlVztD1PVXhTZZ25fomY1HldkEkIrzNUQoN6Lks/s320/Amalia's+Camera+1+069.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div>AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-53774756872127044832009-12-24T04:12:00.002+07:002009-12-26T02:28:34.760+07:00Can't this count as three?<i></i>I haven't posted in a lot of days because so many things have happened. <br />
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Sunday<br />
On Sunday my grandparents kept telling me they had a surprise for me. I didn't know what it was, though I thought it would probably involve some of my friends from summer. After I had a very quick lunch because my grandparents said the surprise was soon, my brother left to go with my Aunt. They went to a forest and went walking with some other dogs because they were a part of the Hunde Klubben (The Dog Club). When someone rang on the door I was very excited. I went to see who it was and it was Signe (pronounced- Seene). She is one fourth indian and three fourths danish. Signe is my next door neighbor so she hitched a ride with me and my grandparents. I found out that we were going to watch a movie while I was in the car. I Denmark you have to order your movie tickets 20 minutes before the movie starts. We were in a big line to get to the parking place. It was 12:40 and the movie started at: 1:10, it felt like we were never going to make it. We got in when it was 12:45 and my grandparents gave me there online ticket reservation sheet. Signe and I ran upstairs to get the trade the paper for tickets. When the lady gave us the tickets we saw that there were 4 of them. So, I guess my grandparents were going to watch with us. I kept reading and saw we were going to watch Avatar in 3D! I was so psyched! Signe quickly called her brothers and dad and told them that were going to watch Avatar, they were so jealous. When I was standing waiting for my grandparents who (still) hadn't made it up, I thought I saw a girl named Anna. She looked at me and said, "Oh hi!" She gave me a present and I said thanks. So I guess only my grandma was watching with us then. When my grandparents came they said there was still one more person. I hoped it would be my bestfriend Line. When someone shouted my name everyone looked. I mean EVERYONE! Line! It was her, she had a cast on her arm because she broke during gymnastics. She is sueing her doctor because before she broke her arm that time she broke it when biking down a hill. Her doctor said it was okay to do active things now, but apparently it wasn't because she broke her arm AGAIN! When everyone was finally here we went in to watch the movie.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Monday, the beggining of the day was just boring and sitting around watching TV. But when it was 5:00 pm. we had to go to the teather. Not a cinema theaters but like a stage theater. The theater is over 70 years old. We were going to watch the Golden Compass there. When it was 4:15 my grandparents came in making a lot of noise. They've been stuck at the supermarket parking lot for 1 hour. The people in front of them couldn't get thier cars to go up the ramp because it was to slippery. When people finally started moving the man infront let 4 or 5 cars go infront of him. Then, when it was his turn to go out he fell asleep! Actually fell ASLEEP! My grandma got so mad that she got out of the car and told him to wake up or else she'd call the police to move him. When they got home, we were in such a hurry. We made it just in time to find our seats and sit down. It was a really good show. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today I had some visits from some friends named Amalie and Frederik. We had it really fun in the snow since it was up to our knees. We took a shovel and made a maze. If we stepped outside the routes then the other two people were allowed to smother snowballs across your face! I accidently stepped out twice and my cheeks are still red from it. Then we made a snowman. When we were done with the body, my grandpa threw a carrot out to us. We didn't catch and then it went into the snow. We spent 20 minutes looking for it until we found it right next to Amalie's leg. We put in buttons and a carrot and sculpted icicles out of snow and made that hair. We then named him Blackverde. Then Frederik took a shovel and started `trimming´ it. He made his body into squares instead of spheres and shaved off all his hair! Then he took the shovel and hit Blackverde right on the top of his head so now he has a big crack on his forehead. We went back in because we were freezing.<br />
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</div>AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-66631136231796686342009-12-19T00:46:00.001+07:002009-12-26T02:29:08.082+07:00December 17. . . On a walk with the dogs. . . It's a white Christmas :D YAY!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0u5aNPfLCWHKPhsQSDtm1jXt2D3pdWb3l2X0e-1TGe7VKU8Ymsbn3OODL77pMu7M8Ksrxm-YXV81JW4EbFgkTjWZz2qu68zymQm1bYoWAt4G-SjPBw1Le7PX83ox2kjuCyDa7U2SY5Y/s1600-h/Amalia's+Camera+1+064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0u5aNPfLCWHKPhsQSDtm1jXt2D3pdWb3l2X0e-1TGe7VKU8Ymsbn3OODL77pMu7M8Ksrxm-YXV81JW4EbFgkTjWZz2qu68zymQm1bYoWAt4G-SjPBw1Le7PX83ox2kjuCyDa7U2SY5Y/s320/Amalia's+Camera+1+064.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div>AmaliaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916276586715706034noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696355362973252596.post-88754255718912113052009-12-16T23:09:00.001+07:002009-12-26T02:29:23.752+07:00So this is my first break blogpost. I'm in singapore airport right now and I'm waiting to get on the plane. Since it's my <span style="color: #351c75;">birthday </span>today I got a cake on the plane =D. My brother and I are flying for the first time alone on a plane without any parents. It's 00:00 am right now and we're waiting for a lady to come and pick us up. I have to go now and I'll right more later.<br />
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