Tell Me Something Tuesday #5

This is a weekly meme by Cambria Hebert, where she askes a question and we give our answer.

This week's question: Where would you go on your dream vacation and what would you do?

Hmmm...a not too difficult question. I don't necessarily have a dream vacation, but where are three places I would really like to go.

#1 - England. Why? Why the heck not! I've been reseaching it for the story I am writing, and what better way to get research, then to go there. It's history, art and theatre are just so captivating. I'd make sure I saw everything there was to see, then I go to the little town just northeast of London, to Epping. I take my time there. Breath in the air, and walk through the nearby forest, just to get the right feel for my story.
I could sit, think, and just listen. That would be prefect!

#2 on my list. Ireland. Simple because it's beautiful and magical. I'm not sure why but I just love the idea of being somewhere where there isn't much sign of other people. Don't get me wrong, I love people and doing fun things, but just going somewhere and not doing anything is my idea of a vacation. Not in any hurry to get somewhere, just enjoying where I am.

#3 Venice, Italy. Do I really need to say why? It's a city, on water! Why wouldn't you want to go? Unless you couldn't swim. :) But yes, I would love to see the architecture, the people, and defiantly, eat the food. :)

So those are place I would like to go on vacation. So tell me, where would you go?

Tell Me Something Tuesday #4

Wow, tuesday already?
If you're new to this, Tell Something Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by Cambria Hebert, where she ask, then we tell. Cool? Great!

This week's question: If you could meet anyone (living or dead) who would it be and why?

Well, when I was a kid there was only one person I desperately wanted to meet. The Toothfairy. Yes, I know it's silly but I wanted to know what she looked like. I even wrote her once, asking what she looked like. That next morning, I found a two paged letter telling me that she looked very much like the fairies in my story books.



But that is past, on to better things.



I'm glad someone asked me this question a couple monthes ago, I'd probably be here for a while.

Then and now, there is one man in particular that I want to meet, William Wilburforce. Here is a man who is truly incredible! And if you've seen Amazing Grace, you'll know what I mean.
He took on the duty of ending slavery in England without blood shed. A duty that nearly sent him to an early grave. His commitment and passion are awe-inspiring. His dedication  and will are astounding. I could say much more, but then I'd go forever. Needless to say, he was and is one amazing man!

Well, he's my man to meet. Tell me who's yours?

Love Poem

I wrote this poem yesterday for my cousin's bridal shower. It was written on hand decorated heart, and given with a pair white candles. Just thought I'd share it.

These things are never ending.
This thing is never forlorn.
This is love everlasting.
... And it’s something you’ll never forget.

Light each other’s fires.
Let your candles burn.
If your flame is dimming,
And you’re not sure what to do.
Lean upon his shoulders,
And he will pull you through.

May your love burn bright,
As these two candles glow.
May it shine forever
With the diligence you show.
As you’re growing older,
Waxing in your years,
May your love stay strong
through trials and through tears.

Tell Me Something Tuesday #3

Ok, so I realize I haven't done the last four weeks, (which sucks because I had really good answers for them) but I am starting anew. Rest assured, I am planning a make-up post to cover the four that I missed, so be on the lookout. But this post is about the here and the now, or I guess you could say it's about planning for the future. Why? Wait a minute, and I'll get back to you on that.

First off, if you are unfamiliar with Cambria Hebert 's meme, just click on her name, and see what's up.

I told you this post was about the future, right? That's because it is, sort of. It is, because the question is “If you were…” were being the future tense. But it isn't because it is not meant to be taken seriously, and are wherefore, allowed to have fun with it. But I digress.

This week's question: If you were going to be stranded on an island and could bring five items what would they be??

Cambria asked us not to list 'my family' as one of the five, which is good! Because I actually wouldn't bring them. But before you think I'm heartless and cruel, let me explain.
Don't you think it would be selfish of you drag your family to an island in the middle of nowhere, when they'd much rather to doing something else at home. It is like the joke where a redhead, a brunette, and a blonde are stranded on an island, and they find a genie's lamp. The genie grants each of them a wish. The redhead and brunette wish be to with their families. After, they leave, the blonde misses them, and wishes them back to the island. I can just imagine the fight that most likely ensued after that. If three girls can't get along on an island, then my family is certainly not going to.

But again, I digress.

More importantly, the five things I would bring.

 #1- Numero Uno

Now that I brought up the idea, I decided, "Why not?" Yes, it is a genie. I figure, if I forget anything, I can simply wish for it. I, of course, won't be limited to three wishes. And if I am, I'd use my first wish for skills to survive. That way, I will to able to survive if I ever get lost again, after I've left the island and I no longer have the genie with me. I'm not sure what I'd use my second wish, for, but after being on the island for a while, I'm sure I'll think of something. I'll save my third wish for going home, that way, I don't have to worry about rescue. Of course, I have to be extremely careful with what I say and how say it, because genies are incredibly tricky, and he may try to twist my words.

#2

Ok, so you might see all these pictures and say, 'Clorisa, that's four things.' Well, I see them as one category: Tools. Hey, even MacGyver had tools, they were odd at times, but they were still tools. Allow me these four tools, and while I might not a happiest of campers, I will be satisfied. And may I say that I am very happy I paid attention at Girl's Camp when we did survival and first aid prepariness, otherwise I would not have thought of these. Steel and flint to light my fire. A knife
for multipurposes: to make spears to hunt and protect with, if I catch fish, I can use it to degut and descale them, and  I found that I'm pretty good at whittle work, so I can pass time, if there's any to spare. A cooking kit, to cook what ever I catch and to purify my water by boiling it, also I add a cup and if you've ever tried drinking from one these pan you will get what I mean. Last but not least in my tools category, a proper fork and a proper spoon. What do I mean by proper? I mean not those stupid camping utensils you find in the camping section of the store and not the ones that look like a pocket knife either, because they don't work.

If you think that my tools category is cheating, then consider that my five. Stop reading here and skip to the end. If not, then I'll continue.


#3
Next on my list, my hiking boots. Sure they're a little worn, I'll probably need new ones soon, but they still work fantastically. I love to explore, so me being who I am, I'll probably want to explore the entire island, after I've successfully secured food, water, and a shelter, of course. Actually, knowing me, I'll most likely explore, even before I have those things. Stupid, I know, but what can I say it's who I am.




#4

No, it isn't a notebook. It is a sketchbook, more importantly it's my sketchbook, or at least it represents it. Unfortunately, many of my sketchbook's page do look exactly like this picture, which is why I need to bring it. I don't go many places without it, and a deserted island is no exception. I mean, what better way get inspiration. I can imagine, sitting on the side of a mountain, after a hiking, and sketching out the sunset. In my mind, perfect.
Of course, I'll have to bring my 2B Graphite pencil. Yes, that specific one, others are too thin or too thick for me to draw with. And I'll my white easer and pencil sharpener.

#5

I need a chair. Not a stool. A chair, one with a back. I remember that being the one thing I disliked about Girl's Camp, no chairs. There were benches, stools, trees stumps, and logs to sit on, but no chairs. There were leaders, who were smart, and brought camping chairs for themselves, but no one else benefited from their intellengence. It was the one thing I missed when I was at camp, and you'd think I'd wise up, but nope. I went to Girl's Camp for 6 year in a row, and I never remembered to bring a chair. So going to a deserted island, it is the one thing I refuse to forget.






So that's my five things. I thought about bringing a book or two, but I realized I probably wouldn't read them, since I've brought books with me on vacations several times, and I rarely read them, if I read them at all.

Anyways, now you know my thoughts on islands and things I would bring. So tell me, what are yours?

Tell Me Something Tuesday #2

    Tell me Something Tuesday is meme hosted by Cambria Hebert , where she askes and you tell. Simple, right?

This week she asked: Have you ever participated in a Book club, buddy read, or Read along?

To be honest, no, I haven’t participated in any of the three kind of group. Unless you count the reading groups I was sent to in school, 1^st through 7^th grade, because I read slower than other kids. These groups were focused on making you faster still maintained reading comprehension. Most of the kids in these groups didn’t like reading, with all the reading drills, neither did I. All the stories and books were chosen (all very dull) and timed. I hated reading, and I never touched a book, if I didn’t have to.

But after seeing the first Harry Potter movie, I was anxious to read the book. Since I loved reading because it’s my choice.

So now that my sob story is over have I ever participated in a Book club, buddy read, or Read along? No, I would like to. J

Tell Me Something Tuesday #1

Tell Me Something Tuesday is a weekly meme created by Cambria Hebert , where she asks and you tell. Simple enough.
This week she asked: Do you usually like the book better than the movie or the movie better than the book? What is your favorite book to movie adaptation you have ever seen?


My answer, Yes!
 No, just kidding. But honest, I usually perfer the book over the movie. Because book must fill 200 or more pages with words. So the author must include dialouge, character thought and emotion, narrative, plot, setting and character descriptions, and a whole lot more to meet their page requirement. A movie director must take what he or she see in the book and condense it into 2 hours or less of film, loosing many aspects of the story in process. And then there are the directors that have a different vision for the story. It's a sad, but true statement that leave many liking the books better.
Through there have been time where I've liked the movie as much as the book, and where I thought the movie was better. And I'll give examples of all three.


I, actually, won't go too much into the books I think are better their movies, except I that refuse to watch the Percy Jackson movie, because I heard my mom told me it was an utter flop and she hadn't even read the books. I do not wish to dampen my spirits concerning this series because the books are truly awesome!

And I depised the Eragon movie, mostly because I had been so excited to see it. Totally ruined from start to finish. That's all I have to say on the matter.

 

This next one is another movie that I probably never watch again. Oh, Inkheart, how you have wronged me. There were a great deal of major changes that I accepted as the movie progressed. The plot, setting, and character were still reflected beautifully. But the ending, oh that ending, had me yelling the characters. I won't say too much for those who still wish to see it, but it didn't end the way it should have. My personal suggestion, read the books, Inkheart, Inkspell, and Inkdeath, and stay far away from this movie.

Other books better than their movies are the Harry Potter series, The Count of Monte Cristo, The Man in the Iron Mask, and others. While these movie where not at all bad, they still had some things missing which made me sad.


These next movies are one that I deem just as good as their books.
A classic if there ever was one. To Kill A Mockingbird is warmhearting and powerful whether you read it or watch it. I don't think there could be a better book to movie translation.

I'd hate to repeat myself, but I almost have to. I saw the movie first, and although it missed a few minor things from the book, I have to say, watched or read, Bridge  to Terabihia is wonderful. I cried both times, and I am not a crier.

Next is Jurassic Park, I like both the movie and the book. Again, I saw the movie first, and read the book right after. Somethings were missed, other things I perfered to be missed.

Thirdly, a few movie that, in my humble opinion, surpassed their books.
First up, Matilda. Actually, this movie could almost fit in the pervious section, except for the fact that I like the movie ending better. P.S. I saw the movie first. :P

Next, Ella Enchanted, a refreshing new, and wonderful story if you see the movie. It isn't that I don't like the book, in fact, I'd probably read it again, given the chance, but it seemed dull compared to the movie. The Movie hightlighted everything about the book, included all the orginal characters, added depth to said characters, change the age of one character, added even more characters with depth include d :), breathed new life into  the plot, and still had time to throw in a couple of songs. The book is basically Cinderella with a twist; the movie is its own creature. And that's why I like it!

Last, but certainly not least, my favorite book to movie adaptation. Well, you ask for it.

Yes, it's Sherlock Holmes! Suprise! Surprise! In truth, it's mostly because I love the character of Sherlock Holmes, and Downey does a fantastic job of portraying Doyle's famous detective. Through the mysteries Holmes solves the movies are not the same as the ones in the books, but that's completely understandable. Who wants to know the answer to the mystery before the story even starts? I know I sure don't. And even through the cases aren't the same; key events, characters, and even certain peices of dialouge are! These two movies are the closest adaption to Doyle's stories that I can think of, and that is what make them so wickedly cool!

Well, that my Tell Me Something Tuesday. Hope you enjoyed it! :)

Character Chat #2 - A Night With Unexpected Turns

I haven't written one these for a while so I figured I'd start up again.This is again part of Character Chat, a meme hosted by Beth Ann Masarik (again, click on her name to find out more). This episode once again features Damian, except this one goes much deeper into who he is. Be warned, it's a little long.

I sat in alone my room twirling a pencil in my hand, staring at my computer screen. Twenty minutes and not a single word. A low growl caused me to look away from my screen, in time to see a tiger crawl through open window. I jumped from my chair, as the cat sprawl himself on my bed.

After staring at the animal for some time, I noticed it began to lose its cat like figures until it took the shape of a boy.

I frowned, throwing my pencil at him. “Drat you, Damian! You scared me to death!”

He was, of course, richly dressed in his usually attire, complete with waistcoat and frockcoat. His long raven hair tied back with a red ribbon. He smiled, catching the pencil before it hit his face. “Sorry, but wasn’t that the point?”

I rolled my eyes and sat down at my computer again. I probably wasn’t going the get that pencil back. “So…I haven’t seen you around lately. Where have you been?”

He sighed. “Here, there…a little of everywhere.” I heard a small snap, and I grimaced. I knew it was bound to happen, but I’d hope it wasn’t going to. Goodbye, fair pencil. I knew thee well.

I turned. “Why do you always have to break everything I give you?”

He stood up straight and glared at me. “That, Madame, is uncalled for.”

I coward in my seat. I hadn’t meant it like that; I just meant pencils and whatnot. But I knew what he meant; the poor guy had suffered a lot in his lifetime and little did he know, there was more to come.

“Sorry, didn’t mean it like that.”

He sat down, hunched over. “S’alright.” He muttered. “Sorry, I mistook.”

I half smiled, but his face became puzzled, and he continued to speak. “It’s just. I’ve been so confused lately. I barely know who I am anymore.” He looked up at me. “I don’t what to do this anymore. You said it would turn out alright. You said this end soon.”

I went over to him and knelt beside him, placing my hand on his shoulder. His cold essence radiated through the three layers of clothing. He was at his breaking point; I could feel it. He was going to fall. He had suffered so much, and he was so desperate to be happy. I pitied him. “It will; I promise you that. But you’ve got to hang on a bit longer. There are, and I shouldn’t even be telling you this, but I going bend the rules a bit. To be totally honest with you, there are trials head.” He grimaced. “I know it isn’t what you what to hear right now, but it’s the truth.”

“I don't think I can…”

“You have to. And believe me when I say, it isn’t a suggestion. Damian, if you only knew…”

“Then tell me,” He interrupted. “Tell me what I’m going to find out. It could help me now.”

I stood. “I hate to say this but you’re not ready. You wouldn't believe it find I told you now. What you’re going to learn, you can’t hear from me. But you will find the one will tell you.”

“Can you give me a name?”

I shook my head.

He sighed. “Rules are rules, I know.”

“Sorry.” I hurt me to see him so depressed. He could be happy, but he needed to try harder than this. I sat down at my desk, and thought for a moment. Then spun my chair and faced my computer. “Damian, tell me about yourself.”

He sighed again. “What’s there to know. I’ve already told you everything.”

“Tell me again. From the beginning. Facts and happy parts only.”

He looked at me as if I lost my mind. “Why?”

“Because you said you’re having trouble remembering who you were. Well, let’s see if we can’t refresh your memory.”

“Clorisa, happy memories are, in fact, few and far between for me; you know that. They’re not the easiest to think of, especially, right now.”

“Oh! Well, I’m sorry, but…wasn’t that the point?”

The corners of his lips twitched with a smiled. I had just dared him using his own words, and he never backed down from a dare. “Alright.” His emerald eyes danced. “Let’s see, I was born in the spring in Essex, England; the year was 1661. Lord Arthur Amuary was my father; he was…”

“Skip it, Damian, remember happy thoughts only.”

He nodded. “My mother was Lady Janet Marke Amuary. She played the violin.”  A tear came to his eye, but I knew it was something to worry about. “She taught me at an early age. I knew it instantly. I played at parties and other social gatherings. But my father didn’t approve…”

“Damian, no.” I turned.

He was glaring the floor as if he could see the man he was talking about below him. The room seemed to grow darker. “He said it was a woman’s instrument.”

I rushed to his side and put my hand on his face. “Damian, please. Look at me; you need to relax!”

He continued to stare through me. His eyes burned. He grabbed arm started to bend it back.

“Damian, stop!” I cried. In a matter of moments, he would break my arm, and nothing I did would snap him back to his senses, because he couldn’t feel any of it. My heart was pounding in my ear, which didn’t help matters. Then an idea struck me; I reached of over and switched on the table lamp.

In an instant, Damian released my arm and coward to the floor. “Turn that stupid thing off!” he shouted.

The light even blinded me for a second, but my eyes soon adjusted. I stood up, rubbing my arm, as my heartbeat settle. “I think…we’re done here.”

“No!” He scramble to his feet, continuing to shield his eyes from light, blinking, waiting for his eyes to adjust. “Please! I’ll do better I swear!”

“I’m not so sure. You nearly broke my arm. Next, you might kill me. I tried to help you, but all you seem to want to do is brood.”

“No, please, don’t...” He begged me.

I sighed. “Alright.” I switch off the light, and was greeted by blurry darkness. “But I swear you’ll be death of me.”

I made it to my desk and sat down. “Go on.”

He took a breath. “Right…umm, siblings, I had three, one older sister, Cassinova, my brother, Joshua, and then little…Maria.” He grew silent.

“Keep going.”

He continued on with how he met his wife, their relationship, after that he skipped forward to moments of laughter, of friends, then he would back track to his childhood and memories of his mother, then something he had to said would then remind him of something else farther down the line. He was talking so fast, I could hardly keep up. I had to tell him to slow down and sometimes even stop so I could type a couple a sentences.

Finally, I said smiling. “Damian, that’s enough.”

He seemed bewildered. “But I’m not done. And I haven’t lost control.”

I smiled again. “I know, I mean that’s enough for tonight. It’s late, I’m really tired, and I need to go to bed.”

He smiled. “Alright. Tomorrow night, then.”

I chuckled. “Boy, you just won’t let me sleep., will you?”

His eyes sparkled. “Isn’t that the point?” And he turned to leave.

“Damian, wait!”

“Yes?”

“I want you to see this.” He came over to my computer. I pointed to the word document I had up on the screen. “This is you. 36 pages of nothing, but happy memories, many of which I had never heard before. I want you to remember this during this next chapter of your life. Try to remember what it felt like to be happy, and the end will be here before your know it.”

He looked me dead in the eye, and said. “I promise I will try.” I smiled in response. He went to the window.

“Oh! And Clorisa.”

I looked his way.

He smiled. “Thanks!”

I nodded. “Don’t mention it!” Then he disappeared. I saved the document as ‘Damian’s Happiness’, then shut down my computer, closed the window, and went to bed.