Meet Christelle, a Reborn baby I love.

It's been a long time. Whew. I just figured out right now that I haven't really written anything here for one week. I don't know, maybe I just don't have the time or the initiative to open my blog dashboard and type something new. But I've really missed this! So now, even though this post may be brief and concise (as if it ever is, well, it doesn't) I might as well share with you my current obsession, which is a REBORN BABY! Reborn babies aren't actually babies or babies that are freaky and creepy at the same time. Even I got scared by the name because it had the word "reborn" in it and I was thinking umbilical cords and aborted babies and all the gory stuff. So I was a bit hesitant to click the link in Wikipedia that are under the other suggestions since I was researching about porcelain dolls or bisque dolls.

You're thinking what brought me to this discovery, what I was up to and how come I've struck a spark with dolls, Reborns in particular. You see, it all started because of our oral recitation seat work or whatever in English. We were instructed a task (musical, mini debate, character probing, and diorama among the few) and we're supposed to integrate it with our assign chapters in Victor Hugo's novel Les Miserables. Apparently, it's pronounced as layh-mise-rabs. Funny since I used to quote it as les- mise-rabols. So thank you for my English teacher for correcting me on that. Of course, who would want to be a laughing stock by mispronouncing such an acclaimed novel? Or such other things. Then I also had some error in pronouncing Jean Valjean's name. I say it jin-val-jin but it's really just jon-val-jon. See, but maybe, it's just that I'm not really familiar with Italian names. I totally don't get the gist of it. I can only pronounce Russians and Hungarian names, at the least.

So, thinking that it was easiest of the lot, we (our group) hurriedly picked out "role playing". Come to think of it, we were so happy and proud that we managed to grab that one, but we weren't really aware that it would be the hardest to do since to make a short play work out, you need some time for practice and a respectable script to come with it. And oh, yeah, WE DON'T HAVE ANY TIME! And so, we just did some impromptu acting and I was bad, really bad. I was like standing as stiff as a mannequin and clutching at a rosary (since my role was the Reverend Mother in the convent where Father Fauchelevant was residing) plus, I was so awkward! I was really willing myself to swallow all my shy-ish tendencies even just for that moment because when I get so nervous and shy, my voice tends to break in mid sentence while I'm reading or narrating something. It's laughable. My goodness and so I have to stop awhile, swallow a bit, and remind myself to breath again. I'm that introverted.

Just look at her. I would've loved to dress her up.

I don't know, it's just that on the morning of the day we're supposed to watch a double showing of Eclipse and Toy Story 3 on the cinemas, the idea of a porcelain doll just popped up to me. It's a major whim of the moment and while I was lifting the bucket in the comfort room, I was thinking, hey, a doll like those would be cool. They're a little bit pricey, mind you, but it's just stunning and you can't resist the temptation to touch them and play with them, like a kid all over again. And so I made the alibi that I needed them as props for our role playing in school and I forewarned my mother on the way to the mall, and she said yes, since she has no choice it's for school use and all. So after watching the 100% mushy stuff of Eclipse, and my apologies for all twihard fans out there, or whatever it is that you people call yourselves, I dragged my mom to Blue Magic, the home of all species of gift potential toys complete with the stylish star encrusted blue wrapper, I finally got to act all confident since I actually had to buy something in the shop.

You know how the sales assistants in Blue Magic make their sales worse? They like jump out at you and freak everybody out that nobody ends up buying anything. I know most of their products are teensie ones but they don't have to mob you and stick their face up close to yours and smile creepily saying "Hello Maam, welcome to Blue Magic! How can I help you?" It's all the business facade and the "customers are always right" rule, but hey, give window shoppers a break. Almost 50% of the people who go in there just wants to look around and have a pinch or two to the bunnies and the bears since they're all soft. And partly, don't they have a sense of embarrassment too? They like jump at people and the people smile at them shyly and then the people rush out of the shop in a jiffy. It's like being dumped. So trust me, I never go inside that shop except if I have some business to do with it.

And yeah, so after a week of harassment and sleepless nights, I get to have a Friday night FREE. I mean, I didn't bother myself with home works, stuff to memorize and the lot. I just browsed and read and did some research about dolls. And so, with my sense of amazement with Elisa, my doll that I finally succeeded in buying at Blue Magic without cowering from the sales men, I started looking at websites featuring Bisque dolls (porcelain dolls) and the people behind the art. I just honestly, ADORE them. They're like life masters or something. I keep on wondering how they come up with this things, and they're superb weavers too. They like, sew the outfits together with making the dolls. And making dolls is truly mysterious and hard. They have to take delicate care with the face, the details, and the materials they have to use. Oh, fantastic.

Reborns, especially, are very hard to do. But as phantasmagorical as it may sound, most reborn artists just do it as a HOBBY. And a few or almost half of them tell the people that they just fell into the hobby, find out they're actually good at it, and start making it a business. Gosh, like I could do that. You have to make use with vinyl, have to derive the right amount of colors, plant mohairs on the roots of the head, and other stuff that makes reborn dolls fantastic as it looks like. They're like the BEST! That's why I'm totally lusting for one right now. They're like a commodity in Ebay and many reborn dolls are up for bidding and purchase right now, but hell, Ebay doesn't exist here in the PHILIPPINES. I can't even make an account since I neither live in California or San Francisco. I live in freaking Manila. Why can't they make Ebay worldwide?

But I think they costs a lot, and I'm afraid I'm no rich kid. I even have to wait for my birthday to beg my mom to buy me my new dream phone (See it at my wish list, it's at the top of the list.), let alone buy a reborn doll on my own. They like, range from $150 up to $699 out there. And I also found some Creator Website offering these reborns for adoption (but, no, you still have to pay for it, like adopting a dog) but too bad yet again, all the reborn dolls she (the creator) did was taken. Nothing is left! NOOOO! There goes my overly dramatic self again. Oh well, I'm just gonna wait till some good person gives me one. As if. Haha.

Still sleeping like an ANGEL.

Kay, people. I'm going to end here. Look forward for my future posts. But for the moment, I'm just going to wait for more exciting things to happen in my TOTALLY OUT OF THIS WORLD NO OH NO life of mine. So thanks for reading! See you soon!


LOVE,

Blessie


P.S

News, my Story Blog is going down the drain. Maybe it will come to fruition next summer. LOL. I don't have time anymore to waste my days by editing the freaking CSS code so it's gonna be deactivated already for the time being. So don't visit it. It's hideous. Seriously.

Second, I'm going to add a Bookmark column in my site navigation. A list of my most visited and newly discovered sites are posted there. The link of the Reborn Maker's site is also posted up there so if you want to see more of these amazing reborn dolls, just look at the "reborns" section at her site. I'm still looking for more sites for more entertainment.

Lastly, I've just noticed (i mean, just now X0) that I don't have any "add comment" option in my posts. So sorry guys, must have been the CSS' fault. Dang CSS. Anyway, just leave your comments in my tag board. It's not a link exchange communication device anymore. It's an all around communication thing already. And so yeah.

Labels: baby, dolls, eclipse, reborns, sorry, sucks

Meet Christelle, a Reborn baby I love.

It's been a long time. Whew. I just figured out right now that I haven't really written anything here for one week. I don't know, maybe I just don't have the time or the initiative to open my blog dashboard and type something new. But I've really missed this! So now, even though this post may be brief and concise (as if it ever is, well, it doesn't) I might as well share with you my current obsession, which is a REBORN BABY! Reborn babies aren't actually babies or babies that are freaky and creepy at the same time. Even I got scared by the name because it had the word "reborn" in it and I was thinking umbilical cords and aborted babies and all the gory stuff. So I was a bit hesitant to click the link in Wikipedia that are under the other suggestions since I was researching about porcelain dolls or bisque dolls.

You're thinking what brought me to this discovery, what I was up to and how come I've struck a spark with dolls, Reborns in particular. You see, it all started because of our oral recitation seat work or whatever in English. We were instructed a task (musical, mini debate, character probing, and diorama among the few) and we're supposed to integrate it with our assign chapters in Victor Hugo's novel Les Miserables. Apparently, it's pronounced as layh-mise-rabs. Funny since I used to quote it as les- mise-rabols. So thank you for my English teacher for correcting me on that. Of course, who would want to be a laughing stock by mispronouncing such an acclaimed novel? Or such other things. Then I also had some error in pronouncing Jean Valjean's name. I say it jin-val-jin but it's really just jon-val-jon. See, but maybe, it's just that I'm not really familiar with Italian names. I totally don't get the gist of it. I can only pronounce Russians and Hungarian names, at the least.

So, thinking that it was easiest of the lot, we (our group) hurriedly picked out "role playing". Come to think of it, we were so happy and proud that we managed to grab that one, but we weren't really aware that it would be the hardest to do since to make a short play work out, you need some time for practice and a respectable script to come with it. And oh, yeah, WE DON'T HAVE ANY TIME! And so, we just did some impromptu acting and I was bad, really bad. I was like standing as stiff as a mannequin and clutching at a rosary (since my role was the Reverend Mother in the convent where Father Fauchelevant was residing) plus, I was so awkward! I was really willing myself to swallow all my shy-ish tendencies even just for that moment because when I get so nervous and shy, my voice tends to break in mid sentence while I'm reading or narrating something. It's laughable. My goodness and so I have to stop awhile, swallow a bit, and remind myself to breath again. I'm that introverted.

Just look at her. I would've loved to dress her up.

I don't know, it's just that on the morning of the day we're supposed to watch a double showing of Eclipse and Toy Story 3 on the cinemas, the idea of a porcelain doll just popped up to me. It's a major whim of the moment and while I was lifting the bucket in the comfort room, I was thinking, hey, a doll like those would be cool. They're a little bit pricey, mind you, but it's just stunning and you can't resist the temptation to touch them and play with them, like a kid all over again. And so I made the alibi that I needed them as props for our role playing in school and I forewarned my mother on the way to the mall, and she said yes, since she has no choice it's for school use and all. So after watching the 100% mushy stuff of Eclipse, and my apologies for all twihard fans out there, or whatever it is that you people call yourselves, I dragged my mom to Blue Magic, the home of all species of gift potential toys complete with the stylish star encrusted blue wrapper, I finally got to act all confident since I actually had to buy something in the shop.

You know how the sales assistants in Blue Magic make their sales worse? They like jump out at you and freak everybody out that nobody ends up buying anything. I know most of their products are teensie ones but they don't have to mob you and stick their face up close to yours and smile creepily saying "Hello Maam, welcome to Blue Magic! How can I help you?" It's all the business facade and the "customers are always right" rule, but hey, give window shoppers a break. Almost 50% of the people who go in there just wants to look around and have a pinch or two to the bunnies and the bears since they're all soft. And partly, don't they have a sense of embarrassment too? They like jump at people and the people smile at them shyly and then the people rush out of the shop in a jiffy. It's like being dumped. So trust me, I never go inside that shop except if I have some business to do with it.

And yeah, so after a week of harassment and sleepless nights, I get to have a Friday night FREE. I mean, I didn't bother myself with home works, stuff to memorize and the lot. I just browsed and read and did some research about dolls. And so, with my sense of amazement with Elisa, my doll that I finally succeeded in buying at Blue Magic without cowering from the sales men, I started looking at websites featuring Bisque dolls (porcelain dolls) and the people behind the art. I just honestly, ADORE them. They're like life masters or something. I keep on wondering how they come up with this things, and they're superb weavers too. They like, sew the outfits together with making the dolls. And making dolls is truly mysterious and hard. They have to take delicate care with the face, the details, and the materials they have to use. Oh, fantastic.

Reborns, especially, are very hard to do. But as phantasmagorical as it may sound, most reborn artists just do it as a HOBBY. And a few or almost half of them tell the people that they just fell into the hobby, find out they're actually good at it, and start making it a business. Gosh, like I could do that. You have to make use with vinyl, have to derive the right amount of colors, plant mohairs on the roots of the head, and other stuff that makes reborn dolls fantastic as it looks like. They're like the BEST! That's why I'm totally lusting for one right now. They're like a commodity in Ebay and many reborn dolls are up for bidding and purchase right now, but hell, Ebay doesn't exist here in the PHILIPPINES. I can't even make an account since I neither live in California or San Francisco. I live in freaking Manila. Why can't they make Ebay worldwide?

But I think they costs a lot, and I'm afraid I'm no rich kid. I even have to wait for my birthday to beg my mom to buy me my new dream phone (See it at my wish list, it's at the top of the list.), let alone buy a reborn doll on my own. They like, range from $150 up to $699 out there. And I also found some Creator Website offering these reborns for adoption (but, no, you still have to pay for it, like adopting a dog) but too bad yet again, all the reborn dolls she (the creator) did was taken. Nothing is left! NOOOO! There goes my overly dramatic self again. Oh well, I'm just gonna wait till some good person gives me one. As if. Haha.

Still sleeping like an ANGEL.

Kay, people. I'm going to end here. Look forward for my future posts. But for the moment, I'm just going to wait for more exciting things to happen in my TOTALLY OUT OF THIS WORLD NO OH NO life of mine. So thanks for reading! See you soon!


LOVE,

Blessie


P.S

News, my Story Blog is going down the drain. Maybe it will come to fruition next summer. LOL. I don't have time anymore to waste my days by editing the freaking CSS code so it's gonna be deactivated already for the time being. So don't visit it. It's hideous. Seriously.

Second, I'm going to add a Bookmark column in my site navigation. A list of my most visited and newly discovered sites are posted there. The link of the Reborn Maker's site is also posted up there so if you want to see more of these amazing reborn dolls, just look at the "reborns" section at her site. I'm still looking for more sites for more entertainment.

Lastly, I've just noticed (i mean, just now X0) that I don't have any "add comment" option in my posts. So sorry guys, must have been the CSS' fault. Dang CSS. Anyway, just leave your comments in my tag board. It's not a link exchange communication device anymore. It's an all around communication thing already. And so yeah.

Labels: baby, dolls, eclipse, reborns, sorry, sucks