tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340074848237031532024-03-05T03:03:53.125-08:00It 's a Wonderful LifeRebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-81384977919372572112017-12-06T02:03:00.001-08:002017-12-06T02:03:41.335-08:00''What is in a name? that which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.''<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I hadn't read Shakeseare, I thought it wouldn't be that hard. When I impulsively bought an old volume of all of Shakespeares works, I didn't think it would be that hard.<br />
And then I read it and it was a lot harder than I anticipated.<br />
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Of course I read Romeo and Juliet first. It took me a long time, struggling through the hardly normal dialogues, and the jokes I didn't understand because they where written in Elizebethan context, and the fact that there is ONLY dialogue. It frustrates me that there's just people speaking, but duh, what did you think? It's a play, and plays are meant to be acted. Of course.<br />
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Well, on to the point. (I'm going to give each character a turn and make them a bit ridiculous, but don't worry, I will give Shakespeare some praise, because he was one very great writer, despite the difficulty of his text)<br />
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<i><b>Juliet.</b></i><br />
Dear Juliet, in fact you are one of the least ridiculous characters. And you are the one that no one listens to. Your parents don't listen to you when they try to marry you off to Paris, and when you ask for delay, they don't listen. Your Nurse listens. To some extent.<br />
Only I don't understand why you are so young (and I don't understand why you fell in love with Romeo, I don't really like him). I do understand however why you are so sad all the time. Nothing goes right. You just wanted to live happily ever after with your Romeo, but the play being a tragedy, naturally it ends tragic and you die.<br />
I must agree with you on the rose speech, though. Anne Shirley said a rose wouldn't smell as sweet if it had a different name, but I must disagree with her. It would still smell the same.<br />
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<i><b>Romeo.</b></i><br />
I think what I <i>should</i> say is that you are a sad character also, that you also suffered from the feud between your families that evolved in such a tragedy later on (because you die). But partly, you own it to yourself. First of all by killing Tybalt. Why would you do that if you knew it was wrong? Yes, yes, he killed your friend, and you are sad and shocked, but it shouldn't have happened. And second, your petty cry that you would rather die than suffer banishment? And third, being so utterly hasty in all you decisions, the worst being your decision to buy poison after you heard of Juliet's ''death''. I understand you were sad, deeply sad and desparate, but the hastiness?<br />
Basically you are too hasty, sir.<br />
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<i><b>The Nurse.</b></i><br />
First of all, I find it stupid that you have no other name than Nurse. Even Juliet calls you Nurse. Or is Nurse your real name? But you are kind to Juliet, and you help her and Romeo, which is more that I can say of the rest of the people in the play.<br />
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<i><b>The Friar. </b></i><br />
Good, you have a name. Lawrence. You are a good man, but you shouldn't have left Juliet alone with the dead Romeo, despite being afraid of the guards coming.<br />
But, as I said before, you are a good man.<br />
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<i><b>Paris.</b></i><br />
It appears you have no compassion. No feelings, other than so called love for Juliet, who is only thirteen. You don't go marry a thirteen year old girl, sir, not even there and in that time. Shame on you.<br />
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<i><b>The parents, Lord and Lady Montague.</b></i><br />
Dear mother, you listen. Not always, but you listen to your Juliet. To some extent. And you don't have much of a say in you house of course, with such a husband. You are not so much to blame.<br />
The one who is to blame, is the father. I don't understand how you can be so cruel? Your daughter was young, she didn't want to marry Paris, yet you insisted, forced, became angry to almost violent. And when Juliet lied and said: Fine, I'll marry Paris, you were so pleased and satisfied and basically a horrible person.<br />
Shame on you too. <br />
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There are others, but they either die really fast or have little role, so I won't mention them.<br />
Shakespeare, overall, did a really great job in writing Romeo and Juliet. It was kind of short, just a span of three days, which seems weird, but maybe that emphasizes the word Haste, which is sort of the reason everything goes wrong.<br />
And of course everyone dies, but that's part of a tragedy. Diana Barry could have written tragedies like that when she was in Anne's story club, but we aren't talking about Diana now, sorry.<br />
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It's complex to read, sometimes complex to understand, but it's fascinating. The themes range from fate to love to hasty action to everything together, there are a lot of arguments for each, and it would be a great study material. And it feels good to finally be able to say: I read Shakespeare.<br />
(O, how utterly smart of you.) Well, thank you ...<br />
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Well, I ridiculed a little (I am not that good of a person with ridicule) and I praised a little, so this can be called a post.<br />
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*goes back to struggling through The Tempest/Othello/King Lear because why read one at a time?*<br />
<br />Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-14478791573286733462017-11-21T05:52:00.000-08:002017-11-21T05:52:15.463-08:00Originality<br />
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Good day en I wish you sunshine because it keeps raining here (of course, it's autumn, duh).<br />
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Confusing thought in my head.<br />
What is originality? Does it even exist? Does not every thing come from something that came before, isn't there anything new under the sun?<br />
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Very confusing. If I dress like this and call myself original, is that even true? Or if I write this book on this or that subject, am I not unintentionally copying someone who has already wrote it before me?<br />
Blah, I sound serious. Like, boring serious.<br />
Is boring original?!<br />
And now I sound utterly weird.<br />
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To get to the point: I thought about this a lot. I think everyone gets to a time when they think about it (I hope. Or not hope). Especially when it comes to writing. The fear of unintentional copy, fear you won't be able to say what hasn't already been said, the urge to come up with something new and bright and beautiful and NOT YET EXISTING.<br />
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That's probably where one stops because one thinks one is unoriginal and boring and will never become a writer (why isn't writing easy?! It's weird, because writing is 90% hard work and the rest is fun, but you can't just stop writing. That's ... impossible. And on the other hand I wouldn't want writing to be easy, because that wouldn't be right. Aaand now I'm off topic, let's go back, shall we?).<br />
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I think ... (here comes the wise opinion that is actually allready said a thousand times before ... that was sarcastic, sorry) ... one should not worry about being original, one should try to be oneself (is that even a word?). Like, write what you want to write, even if it has been written before, because when you write it, it will be different from the other person that wrote it when you where five years old and running through the yard with your little sister.<br />
It's like that quote/saying/wise word: ''no one ever reads the same book.'' Two persons may read one book, but it will be different in their minds.<br />
And since there is only one of you and everyone is unique what you write will allways be different.<br />
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Basically I wrote this post for my younger self and for my now self because I had the confusing thought about originality on my mind that I haven't actually answered.<br />
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Originality doesn't exist. Not in writing anyways. My opinion, though it may be brought to fall down again because someone comes with an counterargument that says original does exist.<br />
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It's still raining. I do hope for a bit of sunshine. Autumn leaves are beatutifull, and so are the sunsets and the fog, but not the rain!<br />
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Have a good day. With or without rain.<br />
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Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-24867614625597895442017-11-01T05:40:00.000-07:002017-11-01T05:40:17.167-07:00Winnie the Pooh + WritingSometimes writing is great. Sometimes it's horrible because it just won't come along. And sometimes it's a mix of a whole lot of things.<br />
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So here's a Winnie the Pooh post about writing.<br />
(I realize it's not Period Drama or anything, but I like the Winnie the Pooh characters, they are all so divers and fit perfectly for this post.)<br />
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When everything goes perfect: your writing is perfect, your plot is perfect and you're just happy and want to dance around and shout and basically be like Tigger.</div>
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When you suddenly have to stop writing because you can't remember anything of the research you did yesterday on how to saddle a horse/when you get lost in all the details that envolve writing about how your story's geography works.</div>
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When you read what you just wrote.</div>
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When you're eating and suddenly an amazing idea strikes you.</div>
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Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-35265186971590097852017-10-25T04:19:00.000-07:002017-10-25T04:19:42.358-07:00The Animation TagRuth from <a href="http://4amongstspringblossoms.blogspot.nl/">Amongst Spring Blossoms</a> made an animation tag! Yay!<br />
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<span style="color: #45818e;">The Rules:</span><br />
<span style="color: #45818e;">Nothing important, just tag some people(<i>your own decision</i>) and answer the questions(<i>hey, it's not forced, remember that!)</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e;">Questions:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>1. Who's your favourite animated herione?</b></span><br />
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Mulan. She's brave, but also realistic. Second in line would be Rapunzel, because of her enthusiasm, her lively nature.<br /><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>2. Who's your favourite animated hero?</b></span><br />
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Eugene. Just ... He's funny, he is sweet, he is honourable (even though he is a thief and a liar in the beginning) and then the way he loves Rapunzel ... The way he changes from Flynn to Eugene, from his pretended him to the real him.<br /><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>3. If there was to be a sequel(or even a third, fourth or fifth part)(and then I don't mean like Frozen Fever or Tangled Ever After, those short movies, but a real one) of an animated movie, where would you like it to be about?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">Ehm. I would like a second movie from Inside Out.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>4. Which couple from an animated movie do you think is higly underrated?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">I don't know ..? I can't think of any Disney film being underrated that I think isn't. But I would like to have seen more of Ellie and Carl together, they are so sweet and happy. I know that doesn't really answer the question, sorry.</span><b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>5. Which couple do you like the most?</b></span><br />
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Carl and Ellie. They are the sweetest, most real couple I have ever seen. Look at them! Their story was so beautiful, and they where so happy together.<br /><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>6. Which song is your favourite?</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><b> </b><span style="color: black;">Colours of the Wind</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>7. And if you should choose a song that isn't likely to be chosen by you, one that didn't immediately come up in your mind, but is still a favourite, which one would it be?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">To be honest, I don't really know that many Disney songs, so I couldn't answer this one.</span><b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>8. What animation movie did you first think you wouldn't like, but eventually you did?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">Cars, I think. But that was way back, I can't really remember. But I do know I thought Cars was going to be silly, but it actually has a good storyline to it. (Cars 2 excluded, I don't like that one).</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>9. Which two do you always consider as a couple, even though they are not a definite couple, but almost no one else does?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">I'd agree with what Ruth said in her answer. I know they aren't a real couple, but there are certain moments in the two movies that I start to think: I could be, or could have been.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>10. Which girl from an animated movie has the best hairstyle(s)?</b></span><br />
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Her hair is so beautiful! Not so very realistic though, but I don't care, it's beautiful.<br /><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>11. Which is the best dress?</b></span><br />
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Do weddingdresses count? Rapunzels weddingdress is so beautiful!<br /><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>12. Which sidekick is the best according to you?</b></span><br />
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Pascal.<br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>13. What's your favourite Disney princess movie?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">For now it's still Tangled.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>14. What's your favourite animated movie(no Disney princess movies included)?</b></span><br />
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Up! (it doesn't have Disney princesses in it)<br /><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>15. What is your Disney personality?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">This is a great question, I like doing quizes like that! *goes off to do the quiz*</span></span><br />
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It says: <i>You have a strong inner desire to express yourself, often in public speaking(</i> no thank you. that's Horrible!<i>)acting, writing, or singing (</i>that's true, apart from the singing<i>). You also yearn to have beauty around you in your environment (</i>okay ...<i>)</i><br />
<i>You tend to be quiet (</i>yes<i>), considerate (</i>hope so<i>),sympathetic to others and fair, though sometimes you can be quite explosive (</i>how did you guess so accurate?!<i>). You are often very intuitive (</i>oh, how fun<i>). You like detail and order (</i>not too much<i>), and often find change worrisome </i>(okay, that's not always true, I kinda like change<i>). You may sometimes feel insecure or restless (</i>again accurate<i>).</i><br />
This was so much fun. I'm glad I have some of Rapunzel, I like her.<i> </i><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>16. Which animated girl do you think looks most like you(in looks, not in character)?</b></span><br />
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Anna, maybe. Though my hair is more brownish. So Jane from Tarzan could also be accurate.<br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>17. Which statement do you think is true and which not(you know, those things on Pinterest that say ... For example: that Elsa and Anna are Rapunzels cousins, that Tarzan is Anna and Elsa's brother or that the oldest girl from Despicable me is maybe Riley's mom from Inside Out)?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">Eh, I have no idea. I do think Elsa and Anna could be Rapunzels cousins. And I don't think the oldest girl from Despicable me is Riley's mom.</span><b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>18. What animated movie did you exect much of, but turned out to be much worse than you originally thought?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">Ice Age 5. Blech. Very stupid. Or the one with the weird white rabbit and the pets. Didn't like that one very much either.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">Thank you Ruth, for the awesome tag. I enjoyed answering the questions very much! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">Actually I really want to write another post, but that will have to wait. Three posts in one day is too much. Two is already too much, I think. :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: black;">So, so long!</span></span><br />
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Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-19472072348432131682017-10-25T02:01:00.002-07:002017-10-25T02:01:19.141-07:00A Long, long, long, long absence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And in the meantime, summer went by, and autumn came. Now, before I continue, I can explain (the words so often used in movies. They get kind of cliché.)<br />
I forgot my password. (How very smart of me)<br />
Then I tried multiple times to get into my account by entering passwords that I thought where right, but actually where wrong.<br />
So I had to resign to never ever returning here. O sad, sad day that was ...<br />
Then I found the right password in a notebook, stuffed somewhere at the bottom of a pile of other notebooks I never used. I was thrilled, till I found out my account (mine!) would not let me (its rightful owner) in!<br />
Again I had to resign to never returning here. Another sad day.<br />
And then, one day (today actually) I tried once more. Wouldn't hurt to try once more, right? Yes, right! Because now it worked and I got in (sounds weird) and I can blog again. After such a long and long time ...<br />
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This was weird to write. Maybe you all left, thought I abandoned this blog without a goodbye. Maybe not. But one thing is true, I am so happy to finally write some of my scribblings in this little ''corner of the internet'' again. *smiling idiotically behind the screen* It's good you can't actually see me, my smile is too big for my face.<br />
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And if you're wondering whether I'm a hacker who got into this account and now pretends to be me, there are some bloggers who know me in real life who can confirm that it's actually me (if they are okay with that). Because it's me.<br />
(why would anyone do such a thing as the above, anyway? I wonder)<br />
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I think I might be one of the most forgetful people in the world, by far. (I really hope I'm not the only one though, it would be kind of lonely if that were true)<br />
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Well, like ma Ingalls said (if I quote correctly), End's well, al's well. (or the other way around, or with different spelling, I don't know. Whatever way I write it, looks wrong. So I'll go with this).<br />
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Rebekka<br />
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P.S<br />
I'm so happy right now, writing a blogpost again!<br />
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<br />Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-88127170227758365762017-06-20T10:21:00.002-07:002017-06-21T02:15:34.407-07:00Summer is ...<br />
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Summer is ...<br />
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(I was going to write a long post about summer, but I don't have a lot of time now, and I also don't want to wait and write it tomorrow. I'm really a very, very patient person *tries to look like a very patient person*)<br />
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So, without further delay, Summer is for me...<br />
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- icecream<br />
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- swimming a lot<br />
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- open windows and a soft wind that makes my light summer curtain dance in the breeze<br />
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- perfectly blue sky<br />
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- bare feet (I'm so glad I'm homeschooled, you get to go barefoot a lot more!)<br />
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- summerdresses<br />
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- long evenings<br />
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- mornings that come with golden sunshine and the songs of birds<br />
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- the windows open while driving a car<br />
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- shade is okay now<br />
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- it's very silent in the early afternoon<br />
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- watermelon<br />
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- gorgeous sunsets<br />
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- no more jackets, no more sweaters<br />
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- everything green and green and green (I live in a green land, which is good, because I like the colour green)<br />
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- did I mention ice cream?<br />
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- the sea. Okay, <i>pictures</i> of the sea. Because going to the sea in summer is like going to a marketplace that's only open once a year. Everybody is there. Sooo crowded.<br />
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- it's warm. Finally. I like warm.<br />
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- strawberries<br />
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- green grass that feels like velvet (sometimes grass really feels like velvet, it's true!)<br />
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- starry nights<br />
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- taking pictures<br />
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- the days are longer, no more lights on at six in the evening.<br />
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- long walks (only in the forest under the trees, where it's cool)<br />
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- sunglasses (I don't wear them, but I always like seeing people with sunglasses because it reminds me of Audrey Hepburn)<br />
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- rain is not so bad or dreary anymore<br />
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- being verry happy because summer is my favourite season<br />
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That list could - and should - go on a little (much) more. But time's almost up, things to do, stuff to remember, and all that. And besides, wouldn't that be a little tedious to read? :)<br />
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Just one more thing, I read Fire by Night, by Lynn Austin. Its's so good ... You must read it if you haven't allready. :D<br />
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As you might have already guessed, we are currently watching Road to Avonlea (season four allready ... why, time goes fast). And instead of trying to find words to describe how much I like Road to Avonlea so very very much (it never works, or it sounds really mushy), I'll do a character review. Since I have only watched till season four, things that are yet to happen, will not be mentioned, and eventhough I'll try to keep it spoiler free ... that will probably not happen. Please forgive me. :)<br />
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<b><i>Sara Stanley</i>. </b>She is independent, headstrong, and very romantic. She has a personal sense of right and wrong, so when she does not want to do something, she won't. And when she wants to do something, she will. She likes to give advice and help people, especially when it concerns romance (I told you she was romantic!)<br />
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<b><i>Hetty King</i>.</b> The opinionated and stubborn teacher of the Avonlea school. She likes rules and doing things the old fashioned way, and while she cares a lot about the people around her, does not often tell them, more likely shows them.<br />
At first she wasn't very likeable, but she ''softened'' during the seasons and now she is my favourite character. She even starts writing romantic fiction! Hetty King writing romantic fiction, can you believe it?<br />
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<b><i>Felicity King.</i></b> Let's just say she was kind of awful when the series began. But when she grows older she becomes more likeble, with still the bossy streak about her. She looks somewhat like Hetty with how she thinks of rules, and how things must be done. <strike>This picture is really afwul but I couldn't find one where she was this age AND alone (she is always with someone else on pictures)</strike> *awkwardly tried to do a sentence like the one above and kind off failed because the sentence is waaay to long*<br />
I like her now. There is even said I am a bit like her. What?! Well, maybe I am a bit like her. A very little bit. <span style="font-size: x-small;">The bossy part, that is.</span><br />
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<b><i>Felix King.</i></b> Welcome to trouble. Felix just does things, and then the other thing happens that escalates and Felix is in trouble again. He can't help it, so it seems. But he is very kind, he is honest and where he really likes to tease Felicity and can sometimes go to far (which is funny for us to watch!) he really doesn't mean any harm.<br />
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<i><b>Olivia King-Dale</b></i>. A very warm, enthousiastic person, at first a little under aunt Hetty's command, but she grows more independent with time, getting to work at the Avonlea newspaper and being very good at it. She can at times be very hilarious. :)<br />
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<i><b>Jasper Dale.</b></i> He is shy and a tad bit clumsy, but he makes the most beautiful photo's, and he's an inventor.<br />
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<i><b>Gus Pike.</b></i> He has a funny accent, and he lives in a firehouse. He has humor, but he's a serious person at the same time. He is always in to help, and eventhough it is strange that he used to play his violin all the time, and now that violin hasn't appeard on screen in ages, he is a great person.<br />
<i>Please excuse the hazy picture. Thank you very much. :)</i> <br />
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<i><b>Janet King</b></i>. Oh, I like her. She is a sweet, considerate person, very warm and loving. Yet she also has her stubbornnes from time to time and I like that about her too (one can't be all perfect, right?).<br />
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<i><b>Alec King.</b></i> He's a little like Janet, but more pragmatic and ''sensible''. He is a steady person, not against new things, but he very much likes his way of living, being a husband and a father and a farmer.<br />
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<i><b>Cecily King</b></i>. Sweet, little sister Cecily. She loves her dog, Digger, very much. She puts some effort in trying to stop people from quarreling, but she hasn't been a ''main person'' very much, yet. Maybe that'll come.<br />
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<i><b>A family who's name sounds like ''Peddibone''.</b></i> I have no idea if they are going to stay for long. The girl is Izzy, she's a tomboy and I like her. The younger boy has a name and I don't remember what it is. The eldest is Arthur, he's a going-to-be-veterinarian (Felix said ''vegetarian''!) and I don't like him very much. He looks ANGRY and he likes Felicity. Their father is the teacher (since Hetty left the school and now he and Hetty write stories!).<br />
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That about sums up the characters from Road to Avonlea. There's also Rachel Lynde so here and there, and once Gilbert Blythe showed up! (in a sad episode, but still) Also Muriel Stacey entered the show several times, and Marilla.<br />
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Ta-da! That's done (this looks like a long post, but I don't really think it is). If you haven't watched Road to Avonlea yet, you should try starting it! We're watching it online right now, without subtitles (thus the sound of the speakers is a little loud because we can't understand Gus Pike sometimes, or Hetty, but it is manageable :D)<br />
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I'll say goodbye for now then! <br />
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<a href="http://4amongstspringblossoms.blogspot.nl/">Ruth</a> tagged me with the Four Fictional Characters Tag. Thank you, Ruth!<br />
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1. Link back to the person who tagged you.<br />
2. List four fictional characters (use pictures if you want! They can be
from movies or books) and, if you like, describe what they're like and
why you believe you relate to them.<br />
3. Tag a few other blog people.<br />
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Well, I did number one. On to number two!<br />
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The characters that I relate to: <br />
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Molly Gibson. I am not a lot like her, I do not share her love for bees-nests (if that is the correct way of spelling it), nor her quietness, but as for the rest, I can relate to her.<br />
(She can get angry at subjects I would get angry about too.)<br />
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Jane Eyre. Again not very much, only a little that I relate to her. I like her because she is independent. Which I am not so very much, I would be terrified there in that old house.<br />
But she knows how she feels and thinks and believes about certain things, and I do too. I don't know if that makes any sense. :D And she stands up for herself, which I would do too, in certain situations.<br />
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Catherine Morland. She has a huge imagination and likes to read books. Basically me. Although I would not read the sort of books she read, but on the other hand, I might, if I had lived in the time she lived.<br />
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Maria. Well, first of all, I do not play the guitar, nor do I have short hair, and I don't sing either (at all, even though I wish I could). But there is something about her that I can relate to, her way of looking at life, cheerfull, eager to begin a new life, yet scared at the same time, always doing other things, (singing while she should be at the abbey, reading while I should do my studying).<br />
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I am only young and have not had a lot of experience all the above characters have had, but at some points these four are the ones I relate to the most. I would say Catherine is most like me, then Maria, then Molly, and then Jane (very little in common with her).<br />
Well, that was fun!<br />
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I haven't been around blogging for these past weeks, but I have been busy with exams. And that was a very busy time.<br />
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I really enjoyed doing this! And as for tagging other bloggers, there are probably a lot of bloggers who have allready done this tag, so I'll just tag Everyone Who hasn't done this Tag yet.<br />
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<br />Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-23380027214628242402017-04-16T06:27:00.000-07:002017-04-16T06:27:05.467-07:00Wives and Daughters - A review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This copy. I really want this copy. It's blue, it has sketch-like things on it (dragonflies, especially the dragonflies) and of course the story in it is really worth reading.<br />
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So I read Wives and Daughters. Well, technically I am still reading, but since I am nearly finished (sadly) and since I couldn't wait to write about it, I am writing about it now.<br />
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Wives and Daughters is about the young Molly Gibson, living in the little English town Hollingford, somewhere around 1830. When her father remarries, a new sister enters her quiet life - the cheerful, amiable Cynthia. Her coming actually changes everything for Molly and the way she lived untill then, because Cynthia is not only different, she also brings trouble. Yet the two girls become friends immediately, and the story follows them growing up.<br />
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- Molly is a little like me, as I found out. Of course she and I are different, I am much and much less quiet for instance, but I quite recognised some stuff of her in me. I never had that with any book before.<br />
- It's set in the 1800's. Need I say more? It's my favourite era.<br />
- It isn't just a nostalgic book about village life in England, or of two girls growing up, but it is also an ironic critique on mid-Victorian society, eventhough on the surface it appears not to be so.<br />
- It's never boring.<br />
- It is very beautifully written, sometimes slow, but never too slow. There are no endless backstories, or endless nothings going on (just the main character and either what they see or what they think) and the dialogue is interesting and real.<br />
- Coming back to the word 'real', I found all the people in the book where very real. They just became alive in my imagination, and they stay alive. Wich is very important for a book to have, I think.<br />
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I've watched the movie as well, and after reading the book, I think they did a wonderful job in keeping as true to the book as possible (and I must say, they kept very true) and the thing above (there's a name for a collection of photo's like that, only I have no idea what it is ... :\ ) really captures what the movie, and also the book, is like.<br />
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Molly Gibson. She is sweet, but she also is not afraid to stand up for others, and help them if they need it. She is kind and compassionate, a little bit of a temper here and there, and even though she does not like her stephmother (I do not like Hyacinth either) she still tries to be nice to her.<br />
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Actualy I can't name my favourite scene, also because I haven't completely finished the book yet, and because there are so many scenes I like, but my favourite scenes are most definitely the outside scenes where Molly is happy.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #38761d;">Least favourite Character - </span></i></b><br />
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I have two. Mr Gibson and Mr Preston. Though Hyacinth comes close, I will always go with these two. I know Mr Gibson is Molly's father, and I am sure he loves Molly and is good and all, but I do not like him at all.<br />
As for Mr Preston, though I felt a little sorry for him, he is just too unlikeable.<br />
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Heehee. Least favourite scenes do not exist.<br />
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Well, that was a review. A review of a great, memorable book, just waiting to be read for the second or more time, and I give it five out of five stars.<br />
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Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-7191264879264043062017-04-04T02:37:00.001-07:002017-04-04T02:40:21.360-07:00Dear Spring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear Spring. How wonderful of you to come and make us happy and cheerful and wanting to go outside and just be there for no reason other then to look at the trees that become green, and the little specks of colour that appear everywhere, and the blue sky and the warm sun and the chirping of birds when we wake up.<br />
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Trees start to blossom, white and pink veils between the light green of early leaves yet to grow bigger.<br />
(trying to be poetic here, Spring, don't mind me)<br />
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Everything has just magically become more alive, more happy, more 'what am I doing in my room? Why am I not outside?'<br />
I wish it would always be like this.<br />
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No more jackets! No more woolen hats and scarfs! Freedom and short sleeves! (okay, maybe not just yet, but I know it's coming).<br />
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Oh, and butterflies. Last week I sat in my room and for some reason I looked outside (I always randomly look outside) and there I saw this thing fluttering in the sky. First I thought it was a leaf, and then I realised it was not, and since it was also to small to be a bird, I thus realised it was a butterfly. It is so beautiful to start seeing butterflies again, dear Spring. They are such tiny, fragile and enchanting creatures ...<br />
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And the sun. Everyday it gets a little warmer, unnoticed. I wake up with the sun shining through the curtains and making golden stripes on the wall, and it makes me feel happy. Sun does that to you. (I know there are people who really like rain, but I only like rain when it's summer, and it smells so amazing and new and fresh. Winter/Spring/Fall rain I find a little gloomy ... I wish I could like that sort of rain also, but I just don't)<br />
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Sorry for my rambling, Spring. I will continue.<br />
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Finally being able to plant things and work in the garden. Eventhough sadly I have done nothing of the sort just yet, because I was so busy with learning things that I need to know for my exams and now I shall not wander off topic AGAIN and stay on track.<br />
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Feeling like writing much and much more.<br />
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Oh, and you make the days longer. How I love it to be able to read some early in the morning without having to turn on the light, or to see the sun being all orange when I look out of my window and it's still early.<br />
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And birds. That must be the most amazing thing. Little birds everywhere, but mostly just hearing them in the morning and the evening and now I can't wait for Summer to hear them even more (sorry, dear Spring, I am a little fickle, but I truly like you, truly)<br />
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That was it, I guess. To sum it all up, I am truly happy you have come at last, dear Spring.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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Hello! Rachel tagged me with <i>The Simple Questions Tag</i>! Thanks, Rachel, I loooove tags.<br />
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Well ... There is almost never a usual time I get up, but during the week it is eight or sometimes even 7:30. Breakfast. Coffee. That usually takes a lot of time. (because I do not like the steaming hot coffee that just aches drinking ... little weird, but yes, I like my coffee to be not so hot. Warmer than lukewarm I guess you could name it.) I start studying around 9:30 to 10. That's my morning!<i> (it's kinda lazy ... C:)</i><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><i>2. What's your favourite colour?</i></span></span><br />
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I don't really have a favourite colour, but I think it might be green (plant-green) and maybe pink and darker blues.<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><i>3. What book are you reading right now?</i></span></span><br />
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I am not reading a book right now (shame on me!) but the last two books I read where Jamaica Inn by Daphne du Maurier and Waves of Mercy by Lynn Austin (great books)<br />
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I have one ( It's white. I love white too.)<i>. </i>To be honest I only use it to text with my sister, or friend, or mom when I am away, or they are away, and here and there a phonecall. I also take pictures with it, and I have a caculator which I use when I am too lazy to write out a really huge sum. : )<br />
My opinion though is: do not spend the entire time on your mobile phone! Really, don't. : )<br />
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I have no idea. I like a lot of actresses, but just not enough to like them, if that doesn't sound confusing ... *singing: skiiiiiip tooo the neeeeext questioooon*<br />
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*redoes the singing I just did*. (sorry, a lot of movies are my favourite movie. :D I can't pick)<br />
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<i> </i>Snow.<br />
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That would be chocolate!<br />
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Belgium, France, Spain, Portugal, also Sweden (traveling to Sweden drove me through Germany and Denmark, but I don't know if that counts).<br />
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We watch a series or a movie together in the evenings. It's fun. When it's early, I read a while.<br />
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Eighteen!<br />
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England, parts of North America, Canada, Italy.<br />
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Does writing count as a dream career? Is so, it's being a writer. Or at least do something with language and literature.<br />
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A<span style="font-size: small;">ll kinds of persons! I would want to be part of a Period Drama. Or a Jane Austen movie (Although the thought of all the being famous makes me think about withdrawing from the cast C:)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">These where all the questions. Sorry for the few photos, but it was kinda late writing this, so time to search for the perfect picture from Pinterest was not there. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Thanks again, Rachel. I had lots of fun answering the questions!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">~Rebekka~</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><i> </i> Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-56624627344942427152017-01-31T07:08:00.002-08:002017-01-31T07:08:39.331-08:00New HeaderHello everyone! Looking at my blog, I thought it was time for a new bloglook! Not much has changed, but the header is at least a lot different.<br />
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What do you think? I don't really like how the letters turned out, but that was the only way I could put them on the pictures. But as for the rest, I like it very much. I've always loved the picture of the lady jumping over the puddle, aided by a gentleman. And I really like old camera's. As for the middle two, the landscape is one of the most beautiful and spectacular landscapes I have ever seen (on photo's :D) and I love libraries, so that's reason enough. Also I like the colour blue in both the pictures, and the black and white (Black and white pictures are so pretty, it makes a picture have a certain brightness, simplicity, yet elegance. It makes it more real and more beautiful.)<br />
Just the letters ... But I am a little too lazy to go do that all over again (I am very bad at making headers. The letters always haunt me. They never seem to get right. :D)<br />
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~Rebekka~<br />
Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-64961090734879090782017-01-27T06:36:00.000-08:002017-01-27T06:36:08.872-08:00Things I have been doing''Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one! It got on at 42nd and off at 59th, where, I assume, it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake, as almost all hats are.'' - Kathleen Kelly, You've Got Mail.<br />
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This week I have been doing a lot of things! All simple little things, but I guess that's what life is.<br />
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<b>Reading a lot this week!</b> I have to read a lot of Dutch books for my exams, and it's not really going that smoothly, because it's quite hard to find a good book that is also on the literature list. Sadly enough I cannot just choose one I like.<br />
And also poems. I have to read poems. Now I am not really that much of a poetic person, I once wrote a piece about rain that rhymed, it was long, and there was hot chocolate in the end, but that's all I ever did concerning poems.<br />
Not that I am complaining! No, I like it. It's good doing things I never did before, and fun. There's a lot of enjoyable information out there in the Land of Literature.<br />
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<b>Watching Gilmore Girls</b>. All the time. I had to stick with this picture because I kept seeing facts about the show that I didn't want to know yet. I really like the wondering what's going to happen next, and the surprise when something new happens, so I quickly choose the first picture I saw of Rory and Lorelai together.<br />
I really love Gilmore Girls, it's fun, it's witty, it's great.<br />
Let me introduce to you the characters if you haven't watched it yet. :D <br />
Lorelai is the one in the black dress, Rory the one in the blue sweater (give me her sweater, please) and grey skirt (also give me the grey skirt), the one in the lavender-ish blouse is Lorelai's mom, and the one with the red bowtie is Lorelai's dad.<br />
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<b>Recieving a letter from a friend</b>. I love letters. Opening the envelope with the beautiful/exotic/weird/ugly stamp on it, and then unfolding the paper and finding the beginning, because sometimes the are folded upside down, and then reading and also feeling the letters, and there is the cracking of paper when you turn...<br />
Letters are fun. Three cheers for snail mail!<br />
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<b>Traveling by train</b>. The last time doing that, I was a little girl. The only thing I remember is the view: green, flat meadows and cows. Long time ago, indeed. :)<br />
This time I remember everything. My sister and I went to visit my grandparents, and we went by train. I was the one not knowing anything about trains, my sister had quite some experience, so she lead the way and showed me how you do things when you travel by train.<br />
It was an amazing one-hour ride. The view was wintery, cold mist covered the horizon in a white blanket. The more we traveled east, the more patches of left-over snow we saw, and frozen dykes, and people skating which made me jealous because of the fact there was hardly any ice around our home. Twice we could spot deer behind the trees.<br />
The seats where very comfortable, I guessed one could even sleep in a seat like that. My sister and I chatted our way through the one hour and time flew by.<br />
On the way back the mist had cleared and there where more people, and I was kind of tired, but it was still a lot of fun. <br />
That was one great day of new experience!<br />
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Apart from the occasional visits to the library and all the other daily things, this week was quite busy, and exciting! <br />
Now it's Friday and I am impatiently awaiting tonight, when weekend officially begins. It's only until I am terribly busy (studying and studying because I want to know everything by the time I have to do exams this year) I get to really appreciate the weekends. So therefore ... ''Oh, glorious weekend, here I come!'' (this is not a quote. I hope.)<br />
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Have a great weekend, everyone!<br />
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~Rebekka~Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-67315889187465212952017-01-02T09:37:00.000-08:002017-01-02T09:37:42.099-08:00Where I talk about 2017 and 2016 (although I am a day too late, but hey ...)Hello everyone! Sorry I have been absent for so long. But I wish you all a happy new year!<br />
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<b>The things I never did before and did this year for the first time:</b><br />
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<b> </b>- I turned eighteen! Yay, officially old enough to do ''adult-stuff''. : P And do lots of silly things with it anyway. But it feels great being eighteen.<br />
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- I stayed up till twelve midnight on New Years Eve. We never did that before, but we where watching Gilmore Girls (I love it!) and we decided that there should be a first time for everything, so we stayed up till twelve, which gave me a headache, but was still pretty great. I liked the colours of the fireworks, but the sound! And the smoke! No thank you, I would prefer fireworks did not exist. (I am a little like the cats and dogs who hate New Years Eve because of the fireworks).<br />
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- I had a layered haircut that turned out great! It is now officially very short, my hair, but it feels light and airy.<br />
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- I bought my very first cell phone, a simple one, and it's white! I really like white and simple.<br />
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- learned how to travel by bus. I never knew that before.<br />
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- Did the mbti- test and found out I am an INFP. Some people say it's putting people in a box, but I am more of the opinion it is more something that helps you understand yourself, and others, better. It is something basic, actually, because we are all so different and unique, but it is like something you have in common with someone else who's, for instance, an INFP, too. I don't know how to explain this, but maybe it is, for some, like me, somehting to figure yourself out and to understand more about others, and yourself too.<br />
I hope that makes sense. : D<br />
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Well, that was all I did new this year. Of course I read a lot, I bought my own copy of The Book Thief, and I had my good times, and my not so good times (especially when watching the news) but I also grew a lot, I think.<br />
I did things, I learned things, and tried to be more open and not so reserved all the time. I don't know if I am any better at talking with people that I don't know that well, but I hope that will get better. :P<br />
I tried not to use a lot of emoticons in my writing (blogposts, e-mails etc.), but I failed. But maybe that's okay. *trying hard not to add yet another winking emoticon*<br />
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- Write more. I intend to try all kinds of writing this year, from poetry to short stories (the real short ones) to essays and all that. I don't really have a novel or story idea going on now, I am still finding ideas, so practicing other kinds of writing is a good idea, right?<br />
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- Read a lot of new books. Like the new book from Lynn Austin, I can't wait to read it!<br />
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- Pass my exams. It's getting closer and I am kind of scared ... But I know I'll do okay. : )<br />
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- Do more things. Not necessarily big things, but just things.<br />
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- Exercise more regurarly. The only exercise I get is taking my bike to the library once or twice a week. That's not much ... : P<br />
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- Try new things. New everything.<br />
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So that was my list of things I want to do this year. It is kind of short, but I'll probably make a longer list when it's March or something. Or when Summer comes around.<br />
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I know also this year hasn't been all nice. There have been the terrorist attacks, and that really makes me sad, and also angry. But even when bad things happen, there are also good things, like the things I have listed before. Great things even.<br />
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I wish you all, again, a good new year, eventhough the wish is a little late. : ) <br />
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~Rebekka~Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-31802385324744460052016-12-09T02:50:00.001-08:002016-12-09T02:50:31.158-08:00New MonthHello everyone! Sorry I have been absent for such a long time, but I was busy studying and stuff like that.<br />
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I don't really have a specific topic for this post, so it will be a random one again. :D<br />
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Two weeks ago - or more, I can't remember actually - I started watching Green Gables Fables. Before this I also watched the Lizzie Bennet diaries, but I stopped, because it wasn't much fun, for me. I don't know, maybe because they where all wearing far to much make-up? (They did)<br />
But Green Gables Fables is amazing! I loved it from the very first episode till the last, and I am so sad it ended so soon. There should have been a season three.<br />
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Ofcourse the movie with Megan Fellowes in it is still THE BEST. Obvious.<br />
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Anne is really very much like Anne would be if she had lived now. I think they did an amazing job on that. She is very enthusiastic, I love her hair (mine is actually that length, so that's one other reason why I like her so much. :P (except mine is not the same colour)) and how she dresses, her personality and how she grows throughout the series. And she is funny.<br />
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Diana is also great. She is very sweet, and caring. And sensible, wich is good. Especially with a friend like Anne, who can sometimes be dreaming away. :)<br />
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I absolutely love this picture. (that's Gilbert in the middle, and I like the person they picked for his role very much too. He's like Gilbert as I imagined him living in this era (is 'era' even a right word for these times?))<br />
Three friends on a bridge, at dusk, in the winter. Anne's hair really stands out. :D<br />
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There are other characters, like Matthew, who I don't really like because no one can be any better than Matthew from the movie, like EVER, but he's okay.<br />
Marilla is only seen once, when she is with Anne on her first day of university.<br />
Then there's Fred, and Josie, and Jane (who is a really fun person because she is so serious!) and Ruby,<br />
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who has to leave the series for a very terrible reason. I am not quite over that yet. It was very very sad.<br />
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Also, I have been reading a Dutch book about the sea and great characters, and it's set in 1900. Anything that has history mixed with the sea, is my jam. I love the sea, and I love history. To be precise, I like the things they did then, and how they dressed, what their customs where, rather than facts like dates and famous persons.<br />
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And it has been very winter-ish weather lately! Finally.<br />
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At first I had no idea what this bird was called in English, so I checked it on Google translate. It's a heron. He is very common in Holland. <br />
Alas, the frost has dissapeared now, and we have to content ourselves with fog and cloudy skies. But that's beautiful too, so I have nothing to complain!<br />
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Well, that's it for now. Nothing interesting has happened, unless studying is interesting (wich it is, but not really... right?).<br />
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Aufwiedersehen! (I am studying German, hence the foreign greet :D)<br />
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~Rebekka~Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-68397921171046463772016-11-21T09:38:00.001-08:002016-11-21T09:42:52.757-08:00''It is ever so much easier to be good if ones clothes are fashionable.'' - Anne ShirleyWhen I was younger, I always thought I would have a closet full of clothes that all suited me very well, and I would go through life elegantly and well-dressed, reading books, writing books and just being very happy. Of course, the latter three apply to me now, but that thing about being very elegantly and all that?<br />
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Well, let's say that I have a closet full of clothes and I still have hardly anything to wear. It is annoying, so last week I told myself I was going to find my own personal style.<br />
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I admit it, this is not even coming close to a post about period drama, or books, or writing, but since I also said this blog would be a little about my life, well ... here I go! I hope you all don't mind me blabbering on and on about clothes and what I like and that I like so many things that I might call myself a contradictory person etc.<br />
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But after searching on Pinterest I found a few blogposts about the subject and every single one of them said that I had to put all my clothes on my bed and decide with every one wether I love it very much or not. And then I would have this little pile of clothing items left over, and they would give me a hint of what I truly love.<br />
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Well, I did that and I couldn't figure out what kind of style THAT was. But it felt kind of nice having a more empty closet, it looked so neat. : )<br />
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Clothes one can find on my Pinterest board:<br />
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Okay. At least one thing is clear, I looooove sweaters. I don't know if that is because it's autumn right now, but I do love sweaters. And I also wished I had the haircolour of the girl in the green dress. : )<br />
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But anyway, I felt like sharing that with you. And actually, I now know a little better what I like. Finding six absolute favourite outfits out of at least 30, that's not easy. ; )<br />
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Also, the other thing that has been on my mind a lot lately, is the fact that I am soon, even before this year is over, turning eighteen. Sometimes it I am thrilled, but sometimes I get a little scared (just a little ). It is just that turning eighteen is so very different, it's quite a big step, actually.<br />
Like closing even more of that chapter called childhood. Don't understand me wrong, I am not saying that I am not young or a child anymore when I turn eighteen (I will still jump in puddles or watch Cars (I know, weird, but I just like the plot so very very much) or build sandcastles when we go to the beach), but it is still, you know, a very different age than all the former ages.<br />
It's like actually being almost a grown up. Think about it, in two years and a little month I will be twenty!<br />
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Okay, I will shut up. ; )<br />
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Have a great week!<br />
(I will not be doing a lot of schoolwork *cheers happily* so that certainly counts for me!)<br />
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Hello! Lovely day, half sun, half clouds, half raining, typically something for Holland! (I don't actually know if you should write Holland or the Netherlands ...)<br />
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The last one doesn't really fit in qua size, but I just thought it belonged among the pictures somehow. Maybe because it's blue. I am in a blue mood today. Not the sad blue mood though, just the happy one, the one of campfires in the snow and blue skies and the blue sweater I'm wearing, and the blue earings I'm wearing too, and blue eyes, and blue prints.<br />
I am using a lot of ''ands'' in this sentence. Because I was in that mood too. =)<br />
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~Rebekka~Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-10117723452560746412016-11-11T03:05:00.004-08:002016-11-11T03:05:58.587-08:00Please call me Cordelia''Please call me Cordelia.'' It's actually quite a pretty name, isn't it? Well, let's get to the point.<br />
I am going to change the name Rebecca into Rebekka. That is because that is my name when it was given to me when I was born.<br />
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It might seem a little change, like changing Ann into Anne, but I think it is more like trying to change Anne into Cordelia, when I decided Rebecca sounded more elegant then Rebekka.<br />
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I don't know. I hope this is not confusing. I must admit I sound confusing to myself.<br />
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I am a Confunsing Person. Always have been, always will be.<br />
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... *akward silence when I read everything back and hope I don't sound weird* ...<br />
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So I will embrace the person I really am, and not the person I want to be.<br />
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It also felt a little like having a double life, one person here, an other person at blogger. Strange how a name can change things. Or, to be more accurate, how the spelling of a nam can change things.<br />
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But I am still the same weird me! With the rightfull spelling of my name.<br />
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I also would like to say that I am simply in love with the English language. Why isn't the Dutch language so beautiful?<br />
Even a word like ''wisp'' is so much more glorious then the Dutch word (it's ''sliert''. Ew.)<br />
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-sumptuous<br />
-lanky<br />
-entangled<br />
-sonder<br />
-precious<br />
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... and so many more words that sound just better then in Dutch. Eventhough Dutch has its own set of pretty words, just not so much.<br />
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This is a Dutch word. :) It also means sweet, as in ''you are so sweet to me''.<br />
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~Rebekka~<br />
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<br />Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-50212157993590205762016-11-04T09:11:00.001-07:002016-11-04T09:11:24.254-07:00New HeaderThe week is almost over and I am heading to a Saturday of reading North and South, writing my journal and trying watercolor paint for the ... what, hundredth time? (I can't seem to learn the techniques while thinking I master them completely.)<br />
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+ some pictures I found that I would love to have put in the above header, but didn't work out:<br />
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Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-22294224375348354142016-10-30T03:52:00.005-07:002016-10-30T03:52:51.864-07:00The Period Drama TagOctober is almost over, and sometimes, when I walk over the street, the wind rustles, and yellow-brown leaves whirl around me, and I feel the swishing of the fallen leaves beneath my feet, and breath in the air filled with the scents of autumn, a peculiar mix of mud, mist, smoke from the chimneys, pine needles and people walking by.<br />
It seems as if the trees dress up in red, orange, gold, yellow or brown, before winter comes and they lose their leaves.<br />
As if they are at their best. Their most beautiful. Before they enter a period in which they are just bare branched and seem a little desolate.<br />
I love the fall.<br />
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And Ruth made a tag, a Period Drama Tag! Thanks Ruth, they are alsways great to answer.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06;">1. Which period drama do you like most?</span></i><br />
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Downton Abbey. This one is still THE BEST.<br />
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Sybil, Tom Branson, Anna and Rose. <br />
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Well, the most recent was The Land Girls, and I liked it. At start it was a little slow, and some scenes where a little fake. Time was going with large gaps between one episode and the other, but when I got used to that, I enjoyed it very much. I liked the second and third seasons the best. Especially the last. So these series I think will not be enjoyable to everyone, but if you ignore the above mentioned, it's quite nice.<br />
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Okay, this is a hard question. But I've always liked Emma very much, so I'll choose her.<br />
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Mr. Knightley, of course. No doubt about that (to be precisely, mr. Knightley from Emma 2009). <br />
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Emma 2009 was very much like the book. <br />
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Jane Austen movies, definitely. <br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><i>8. Would you rather play Emma in Emma, Lizzy in Pride and Prejudice, Catherine in Northanger Abbey, Mary in Downton Abbey, Marian in Robin Hood, Amy in Little Dorrit, or Jane in Jane Eyre? </i></span><br />
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Emma. As you can see, I really like that one. :) <br />
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Poldark. I can not wait until it arrives in our library.<br />
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Hard one. :) I like the first version because I like the Marianne and the Colonel in it very much, but the second because of Elinor and Edward Ferrars are so much better in this version ( Elinor because she actually looks like 19, and Edward Ferrars because of the fact that he is Mathew. ) I'll choose the first one though. I don't know why. Maybe because I have only seen the 2008 version once, and the 1995 version like ten times.<br />
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I can not form an opinion on that one, since I haven't seen the 1995. Yet. So I will answer 2005. I like that one becacuse I like the dresses. And Mathew MacFayden = Darcy. :)<br />
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Sybil and Tom!<br />
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A Robin Hood Week! <a href="http://1agirlsplace.blogspot.com/">Rachel</a> has a Robin Hood BBC week, and I am sorry to say that I have had hardly any time to write posts about this series, since being busy was getting in the way this week. But I am certainly going to fill out the tag she wrote! <br />
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<i><span style="color: #783f04;">1. Who introduced you to the Robin Hood BBC series?</span></i><br />
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My mother. We had it on our Netflix list and she thought it might be a nice series. At first we all thought it wouldn't be much of a show but it turned out amazing! <br />
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I think I would say: ''O yes, you should watch it! Go and watch it, right now.'' <br />
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<i><span style="color: #783f04;">3. Which season do you like the most?</span></i><br />
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Definitely, absolutely the first. <br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><i>4. Did you wanted the show to go on and on, or should it have ended just like it ended?</i></span><br />
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I disliked the end very much, since it made me cry. But apart from that, it was a magnificent ending, and just PERFECT. It was. Despite the sadness. <br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><i>5. Favourite character? (Okay, pick at least four, because there are much characters to choose)</i></span><br />
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Only four? Okay, first of all, Marian. I love her. She is the best Marian ever. Next comes Much, then... Noooo, I can't just choose four favourite characters! I like Allan, and I like Will and Djaq, Meg, Robin, I even like Guy of Gisbourne (sometimes).<br />
But I must choose four. Okay, here we go. I'll stick to Marian, Much, Djaq, and Allan.<br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><i>6. Which character did you dislike the most?</i></span><br />
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Isabella. If it weren't for her, certain things that should have not happened, happened. And there is also Kate, who is super annoying, but if I would have to choose, it would absolutely be Isabella. She's terrible. <br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><i>7. On a scale of 1-10, how much of a fan do you consider yourself?</i></span><br />
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I must admit that I am not completely a fan. I might be a seven, or an eight. <br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><i>8. If you wanted to save someone of dying, who would it be?</i></span><br />
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O no, not nother impossible question, because so many characters die that shouldn't have died. How can I choose?!<br />
Can I just choose everyone who died?<br />
I think I will choose Marian. She and Robin where so happy together. So perfect.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #783f04;">9. Which character would you not want to play in the show?</span></i><br />
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I don't really understand if the question means who I wouln't want to play in the show, or who I wouldn't want to have in the show. If the first, it would be Isabella, if the second, it would be Isabella too. <br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><i>10. While watching the series, did you ever read any spoilers about the show?</i></span><br />
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Maybe I should have, that would have saved me some shocks. But no, I never have. I like the surprise in a movie, or series. Watching spoilers would ... well, spoil it for me. :)<br />
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<i><span style="color: #783f04;">11. What's your favourite quote from Robin Hood BBC?</span></i><br />
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O, I like this question very much! Let's see ... ''Wil you tolerate this injustice? I, for one, will not.'' and I also like this one very much: ''Maybe he's stuck. People get stuck, y'know.'' But my favourite is the first.<br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><i>12. At least, wich couple do you like the most?</i></span><br />
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Robin and Marian. They are perfect for each other.<br />
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Thank you Rachel, for making this tag. I enjoyed it very much!<br />
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<br />Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-83422680314101050172016-10-16T08:39:00.003-07:002016-10-16T08:39:48.164-07:00Call the Midwife + Anne BrontëThis week we started watching Call the Midwife season five! We've waited for it quite a while, so when it finally came into our library, all the Call the Midwife fans in our family where thrilled. Amongst them, me.<br />
I love these series. They are so hartwarming, true, beautiful, and funny sometimes, sad, and also shocking so here and there. It just is a series to remember and cherish. If you haven't watched this yet, please do! It's great.<br />
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I've also finished reading Agnes Grey this afternoon. It's written by Anne Brontë, and I didn't even know it existed until I saw it in the library. I already had some experience with Charlotte and Emily Brontë, and I was hesitating. I finished Jane Eyre once, but only after some ... struggle. And Wuthering Heights, let's not speak of that one. I didn't even finish it. It wasn't really what I liked reading, all the dark and gloomy characters, and settings, and events.<br />
But Agnes Grey was a thin little book, and I wondered how Anne Brontë would write, so I took it home with me.<br />
And to my suprise I liked it! From the very beginning Anne Brontë captured me with her vivid sentences and I went on reading and reading.<br />
I never liked a classic book as much as I liked Agnes Grey.<br />
Her style is very different from that of her sisters. Edward Weston, the 'hero', wasn't someone who locked his wife in a tower, or took revenge all the time. Quite the contrary; he was kind, caring, calm and, well, likeable. I can't really point out what was so special about Edward Weston that made me like him, but maybe it was the fact that he was so ... normal (Besides the fact that he was kind and all that).<br />
I also liked the main character, Agnes Grey. And the setting wasn't very gloomy, and the events weren't gloomy or dramatic either. Some where cheerful, there was a dog in it (Snap ), and meadows and sunshine, and Agnes Grey liked reading.<br />
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Now I just have to read The Tenant of Wildfell Hall! Have you ever read it, and is it enjoyable? I would love to know!<br />
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~Rebecca~ <br />
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<br />Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-88423467411712722922016-10-13T09:48:00.002-07:002016-10-13T09:48:35.156-07:00Blogger Recognition Award!Hello everyone! <a href="http://raesdropofgoldensun.blogspot.com/">Rae</a> tagged me with the Blogger Recognition Award!<br />
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Thank the blogger who nominated you.<br />
Tell a little bit about how you started blogging.<br />
Give two pieces of advice for new bloggers.<br />
Nominate 15 other bloggers.<br />
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<br />Thank you, Rae. :)<br />
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For a very long while I've wanted to start a blog, but I always hesitated, not knowing if I should. What if nobody read my blog? What if I couldn't write about anything interesting?<br />
But then my sisters started a blog ( Rachel and Ruth ) and that gave me the little ''push'' I needed. And then the name. I always have trouble coming op with names. Like titles for my stories and blog posts and ideas ... But anyway, after some thought I decided I'd call it 'It's a Wonderful Life'. I read a book ( a Dutch book, but it was about America and it was great, with vintage cars and dresses and a little teashop and quotes, and the girl was my age ) with that title. I know there is a movie with the same title, but I haven't watched that one ... yet. :)<br />
And Life is wonderful. Right?<br />
And now I have this blog since August. Two months. Wow, that is actually not very much, thinking about it.<br />
But that was the story of my blog and how it started.<br />
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Now the two pieces of advice. I'll try, but since I am actually still a 'new blogger' too, I don't know if I'll give any valuable advice, but I'll write from what I think I should keep doing. :)<br />
1.) Just don't give up. Even if nobody reads your blogposts. Don't quit.<br />
2.) Actually my sister gave me this advice, but: If you comment and/or follow other blogs, there will be a bigger change that other people also start following and commenting you own blog.<br />
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Nominate 15 other bloggers? I don't follow so many. Or even know so many.<br />
What must I do?!<br />
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I hope it's okay if I don't reach the number fifteen, but just name everyone I know.<br />
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<a href="http://4amongstspringblossoms.blogspot.com/">Ruth</a><br />
<a href="http://1agirlsplace.blogspot.com/">Rachel</a><br />
<a href="http://overthehillsthereisacottage.blogspot.com/">Miss Evie</a><br />
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And just anyone who wants to do this too and hasn't been tagged yet. I hope that does count! I would tag Rae to, but since she already was tagged and tagged me, I don't know if that counts.<br />
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Thanks again!<br />
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~Rebecca~<br />
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<br />Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-75490978493938971152016-09-29T07:29:00.001-07:002016-09-29T07:29:06.189-07:00A To-Do List for FallHello everyone! Since fall is nearly there, I thought I might make a to-do list. Real fun, because I looove making lists. I am just not very good at actually doing the things on that list. I either forget all about it, or just lose the list and don't think about it anymore.<br />
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But I will not lose or forget about the list now. I'll try to do at least five things listed. :)<br />
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1.) Take a walk in the rain. Autumn is famous for its rain, so a good time to try that. I know it's cold and wet, but I'll use an umbrella and rain boots to keep dry. And warm. Because, when else do we have the opportunity to use that big umbrella and those shiny boots that get dusty in the cellar?<br />
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2.) Try different kinds of coffee. Right now I love to drink 1/3 part coffee, and 2/3 part milk, but I would love to try cappuccino! Or just plain coffee with no milk. Or anything else that exists.<br />
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3.) Read a few classics this fall. I brought 'The Last of the Mohicans' from the library last week, and I think I'm going to start with that one. :) Also I want to try Moby Dick, and The Grapes of Wrath, and Sense and Sensebility. (I started it two times, but never finished it. I should, right?)<br />
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4.) Take photographs that define autumn, like spiderwebs covered with dew or raindropps, colored leaves, sunsets, flying geese and cups of tea.<br />
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5.) Start watching Pride and Prejudice 1995 with my two sisters. I have allready seen the 2005 version and I love it, but I think I should watch the other version to. And besides that I should, I really want to watch it. :D<br />
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6.) Practice the piano more often. I am working on a little (easy) piece from Beethoven. We don't have a lot of sheet music at our house, sadly, but maybe I should give the dust gathering Beethoven and Mozart sheet music a shot.<br />
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7.) Finish my brown fall/winter skirt. Can't wait to wear it on a cold day! If I finish it ...<br />
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8.) Start writing short stories. Like, really short stories, and written by hand, in a notebook, like on the picture.<br />
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9.) Keep my tiny orchid without flowers, alive. I allready gave up hope, but when I just yet looked at it, I saw a new stem is sprouting. Maybe there is still hope for me when it concerns plants and stuff like that. Because I can't seem to keep flowers/plants alive. Here in the Netherlands we call a person who is really good with plants and flowers a person with green fingers. I don't know how people say that in English, and I couldn't find it on Translater, so ... I obviously don't have green fingers. :)<br />
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10.) Make sure I bring a little notebook with pen everywhere, so I can write down ideas or sentences right away when they come up in my head. I hardly ever do that, and when I happen to have this amazing sentence popping up, or hearing someone say something I never want to forget, my notebook is never there. Or my pen. So, forming that habit is certainly one thing that I should do!<br />
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11.) Get my hair cut in layers. The last time I went to a hairdresser, this happened:<br />
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Well, okay, it was the first time I ever went to a hairdresser, but I think it will happen a lot more than just once, because I am not so straightforward to say exactly what I want.<br />
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12.) Find out wich style is ''exactly me''. I have, for a very long time, not cared so much about clothes and all that. Untill I was around thirteen. But only now I am finally finding my own style a little.<br />
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13.) Watching old movies. I really want to watch a movie where Audrey Hepburn acts in, but I can't find them anywhere!<br />
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14.) Wear socks and sweaters. The lovely thing about cold weather is that you can finally wear warm stuff, and enjoy soup (hot soup in summer is not enjoyable), and drink warm tea and read on bed covered in a nice blanket.<br />
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15.) Have lots of time together with my family; taking walks, or watching a movie, or going away for the day, or just enjoy freshly baked muffins. :D That's the best thing ever, being together as family.<br />
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Well, that was about it. Fifteen things to do is not quite much, but fall will be over far to soon. By the end of November I'll ckeck this list again and see what things I can cross through!<br />
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~Rebecca~ <br />
<br />Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134007484823703153.post-26419031966175271192016-09-16T07:23:00.002-07:002016-09-16T07:23:45.376-07:00What I have been doingHello, everybody who reads my blog! I've been away for awhile, so I couldn't blog for the past week and more, but I am back again.<br />
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Weird Fact: Last week was the first time in my life I took a bus. Not a cool bus like the one on the picture, alas, but still. But I never drove in one before. Just because we have a car at home and never had to use a bus.<br />
So it was kind of scary, doing it the very first time and all, but I enjoyed it very much. It was exciting and NEW. New things are always fun to do. An adventure, it is, for me, doing new stuff.<br />
I can recall that I went on a bus once when I was very little, but that doesn't count. I only remember we had to stand, there where no seats left for us.<br />
So, now I know how to take a bus and all!<br />
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Also, we had a lovely Indian Summer this week; when it's hot and the sun shines and its like Spain or Portugal in midsummer. We hardly ever have an Indian Summer in September.<br />
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Indian Summer ... I love how that sounds.<br />
<br />Now the weather has turned to normal. Cloudy and colder. I really look forward to fall, when I can finally start making that brown fall/winter skirt I want to make for such a long time. I allready stitched a few seams, but there was always something else to do.<br />
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We also watched Inside Out again. I don't really like animated movies, but this is one of the few I don't mind watching. I especially love Joy and Sadness.<br />
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The story is real interesting. I won't tell it all, in case you haven't watched this movie yet, but eventually Joy finds out how important Sadness actually is. In the start she tried to keep her away from everything, believing Sadness would make their girl, Riley, unhappy. (they represent the emotions in the brain) There's a good story behind Inside Out.<br />
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Joy looks fluffy though, if you take a closer look at her. I noticed that the second time we watched the movie. And I also noticed that Joy and Sadness both have blue hair. Maybe that wants to say that they are kind of the same. That they sometimes need to work together, instead of apart.<br />
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And then I read a lot, of course. I tried to read Vilette, written by Charlotte Brönte, but I couldn't. I just could not get on with it.<br />
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And today I found this on Pinterest.<br />
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<br />Isn't that amazing? These little kids giving their definition of love, and they are so true. Some of them are funny, but most of them are beautiful.<br />
Things like this makes me blink, get a little teary, and want to write it all down and put it somewhere in my room where I can see it and think: little kids actually know it best.<br />
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It's time to get away from my laptop and start doing stuff that needs to be done! So I'll say goodbye, for now.<br />
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~Rebecca~Rebekkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873641112019874175noreply@blogger.com2