Book Launch Vanessa Salazar’s Selima and the Merfolk

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Last month I went to a book launch at the National Library of Port of Spain. It was the first book of new author Vanessa Salazar, Selima and the Merfolk.

I hadn’t planned to go. I actually came to the capital to see a man about a computer. It went something like this.

-_- Well, something like that.

-_- Well, something like that.

And ended up in the library’s audio-visual room for the small book launch. But I was glad that I stayed (they had snacks! :D ) and I made some good contacts. But let’s get back to the book launch. I have not read Selima and the Merfolk. I believe it is in the children / young adult age range and I can’t promise yet if I will be reading it or doing any reviews.

However, many a book was given away that day to the excited youngsters who I am sure will read it or at least leave it lying around in the proximity of someone who will. I will give descriptions for the pics I took but if you see your self or realised that I captioned something wrong please feel free to highlight it in the comments.

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Author, Vanesssa Salazar (far left) gave out by random selection about 20 books to the school children who attended the book launch.

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The author (far left), one of the lucky winners (center front), Candice Clarke-Salloum, a representative from BG T&T who sponsored the raffle (center back) and a young woman whose name I did not get who portrayed one of the merfolk characters in the book (far right)

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Another happy winner!

Head of the Society of Poets T&T

Kasi Sengor, friend of the author and PRO for local group Circle of Poets T&T spoke at the launch

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Author of Selima and the Merfolk, Vanessa Salazar addressed the audience.

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Those stories her grandfather told her when she was six about mermaids in Las Cuevas rivers sure came in handy!

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A representative from Marios Pizza (far left) gave out three vouchers as door prizes. Free pizza!

Each class from the attending schools lined up with their teacher at the end to take a picture with the author and the mermaid!

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Sophia Lezama (far left) from Bishops Anstey High School came especially on request by the author to read Chapter 3 from the book to the audience. A very good reader too!

Sophia Lezama (far left) from Bishops Anstey High School came especially on request by the author to read Chapter three from the book to the audience. She was a very good reader too!

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Author Vanessa Salazar was in even higher spirits as it was also her birthday. She declared the book launch to be the best birthday present she could have.

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And if you were wondering who the backs of the two heads are that were in so many of my photos, they belonged to these two, Jason Jarvis (far left) the book’s cover illustrator who also spoke at the launch and Derick G. Smith (far right) who did the cover’s layout and graphic design. They joined the author and the mermaid on the stage for a quick photo!

So for my first book launch, attending that is and albeit an unexpected one, it was good! I was fed, so I was happy. :D And maybe I will read Selima and the Merfolk someday when I am not writing my own fantasy stuff.

Published by Xlibris, Available on Amazon and (I hope) in local book stores as well.

http://www.vanessasalazar.com   Published by Xlibris, Available on Amazon and (I hope) in local book stores as well.

– Written by Travesaou

Copyright © 2010-2015 Critics May Lie All Rights Reserved

Say Hello Anyway – Street Harassment Killing Random Friendliness

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I can never understand people who don’t think street harassment is a serious thing. Women and men alike. Apparently you’ve either never experienced it before or you have and don’t see it as that. Which I do not understand even more because if you have been harassed in the street and don’t see it as serious you are either:

1. lying to yourself about how uncomfortable and maddening it is.

2. so messed up that you actually think street harassment is ‘just’ harmless flirting.

3. or you are a complete simpleton. Unaware of or ignoring anything going on around you. Sometimes I feel I would love to be you but most times, not so much.

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Don’t think you can get much more awkward than that    –    pic@forums.mangafox.me

I am not about to try to define what street harassment is or isn’t. Personally, a ‘hello’, ‘good morning’, ‘have a nice day’, from a man or anyone else on the street does not bother me. I live on a Caribbean island. I am not trying to approve any tropical islander cliches here but we ARE relatively very friendly, outgoing people here. If you make eye contact with a stranger while out, for whatever reason, it is still the social norm here to greet someone, smile or wish them well. Yes, EVEN IF YOU DON’T KNOW THEM.

I do not and have never answered to catcalls simply because I am not a dog. And if you insist on calling me the same way you call an animal, I will ignore you til thy kingdom come. Even a ‘good morning, beautiful’ or ‘you look nice today’ from a complete stranger does not rub me the wrong way. If that bothers you well then okay. I can only speak for myself. I say ‘thank you’ to them, return the compliment if it seems fitting, but many times we’re both already on our way for any more words to pass between us.

However, if said stranger then proceeds to follow me and grope his private parts! We have a problem.

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Sir, where do you think you are going?

So somebody told me I shouldn’t talk to strangers and yes, if you are alone on a deserted road and the stranger WAITING FOR YOU could potentially be a man-eating wolf on the prowl in disguise that your mother specifically warned you about (red flags!!) then, you probably shouldn’t talk to them either.

Bustling throughout everyday life though? Is that what is left for us to do in society today then? To turn into these cold shouldered, unfeeling, empty-hearted bunch of drones who brush past each other without a care in the street and who stifle our own friendliness and eventually our compassion because the perverts cannot control themselves?

Now, I am not exactly the most social person in the world. I have been known to avoid social gatherings of any kind but I want to choose to do that because I would rather be home relaxing on my own. Not because I’m afraid that someone out there, or on the street in this case, will make me feel uncomfortable through social interactions.

I'm taking my chances. "If you never talk to strangers, you may never make a friend..."

I’m taking my chances and my power back.

I am unapologetic-ally NOT okay with that. Perverts cannot have that much power over me. And you shouldn’t let them have that much power over you either and kill your joy for meeting new people and your friendliness towards your fellowmen because you’re afraid that your ‘good day’ or ‘hello’ might be taken to mean something more and they might respond inappropriately to it.

Frankly that’s their problem and you don’t have to make it yours.

Because I have been harassed without ever saying a word to supposedly “instigate” harassment, and I’m sure a lot of people can agree with me. Just walking down the street, minding my own business and suddenly boom! Even sometimes while covered from toes to neck to wrists in broad daylight, so CLEARLY it’s not anything I’m doing. It’s them.

So I am going to keep doing what I’m doing, and say ‘hello’. It does not seem fair that I should have to be cold and unfriendly when these people will harass you either way, with or without you speaking to them.

And just because I like to mess with your heads because you know, at the end of the day you should decide how much you are going to let harassment bother you. I’ll show you this video of a show waaay back when I was a smallie. I was Gargamel thrilled by it!

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That’s the wolf and she doesn’t know! HEhHEhHEhHEhHEhHEh
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Kinda creepy now though. :/ Miss making a new friend by not talking to strangers or risk getting eaten by a wolf if you do. The reality is the wolf would have probably eaten her whether she spoke to him or not but a lovely social puzzlement all the same.

Just a side note here.

I’ll tell you what I feel like doing when I am harassed. The words can be ignored really and eventually (most times) they get the point and end up looking like an ass but you see those crazies that like to play with themselves in front of people. I really want to…

But then again.

I probably shouldn’t say that here. It may implicate me in a court of law someday. What I will say is that I am not one of those scream and run kind of women. Take care perverts and crazies. Go too far with me and it just may be your last time harassing anybody.

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Seriously though, the thought that is always in my head…

What if this had happened to one of my nieces? Or some little boy or girl on their way to or from school, travelling alone. What would they do? How would they feel? I want to shield all of them from these people. This same pervert can torture someone else tomorrow who is not so adept at giving them the, “if you value your life, stay away from me” evil eye.

I literally do feel like taking them out! One less pervert on the street will make the world such a better place. Because it is uncomfortable to be going about your happy way in life and suddenly, this! It is upsetting. It is unfair. It feels as if the experience is being forced upon you whether you like it or not.

Even if you get away or make the person stop, it still already happened. There’s no escaping the after effects. It’s as if something was taken away from you without your permission and I think that is what they want at the end of the day. To feel like they got a piece of you. And all that’s left behind for you is just anger and frustration that you now have to write a blog post to get over!

Because you can’t strangle or maim them! There I said it. Put me behind bars for wanting to rid the world of this scum.

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I think it has taken way too long for the conversation on street harassment to happen. I would like not to have to burden my bag with weapons in case I have to defend myself. Alright? So if someone says ‘good day’ it does not mean anything more than ‘good day’. Go have your good day and leave me out of it! It is not an opening for you to violate my right to live in a safe, stress free public environment.

That being said I will continue greeting people out on the street like my regular self. I am not going to stay home to avoid you but I think you probably should avoid me, if you value your life. I swear to God yu’all if you hear I’m in jail one day…. you know why.

But don’t let these crazies kill your happy walking down the street. Say ‘hello’ or ‘good day’ and keep walking. And if someone is mad enough to follow you introduce them to Smith and Wesson, Madea style.

Critics may lie!

– Written by Travesaou

Copyright © 2010-2015 Critics May Lie All Rights Reserved

A-dziko Simba Gegele – All Over Again

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It’s book review time! Book excerpts in Italics

Yes, this is my first, and yes, it is going to be a thing that I will be doing now. Book reviews! But only books that I read on the rare occasions that I get to read these days. I’m not reviewing books just for the sake of popularity.

So, I took about a month to read this which is sad because it is just 148 pages. There were days when a book this length would get read in an hour but in my defense I am no longer 13 years old. Back then my only dilemma was reading too many books instead of doing my lessons. These days, reading is a luxury that I only get to do on my commute to work, that is when I’m not busy writing.

Now All Over Again by A-dziko Simba Gegele was honestly not a choice I made myself. I stole it off my mother’s reading list which happens to be the Caribbean Books reading list. I choose it because it was safe, meaning it didn’t pertain to any genre I am currently writing which I try to stay away from when reading to avoid any unconscious plagiarism.

It took me awhile to get used to the main character and their thought processing and there is a lot of repetitive thought processing going on. But by the third chapter I got used to it and it even made sense as a writing style. It felt like I was reading an old Republic Reader ‘Boyo and Carla’ Caribbean reading book at times.

Not the version I used to read but still very close.

I am SURE that I am not the ONLY one that could make these four sentences into ONE.

Now, I understand why Republic Reader did it. It teaches and drills in the building up of basic sentence structure. Yes, we get it. But…

You are going mad. They are going mad. Everybody in the place is going mad.

But, you could have just said the last sentence straight away to begin with. Yes, right? And my fourteen year old niece noticed the trend on her own and she’s not a big reader or writer. But then I reminded myself that this is a book for ages 7-12 and I have heard children of this age talk in much the same way. So, it fits.

The good thing though was that only the actual thought process of the young boy was like that, the rest of the book’s descriptive landscape was engaging (even though technically it still was coming from his thought process) mainly because it captured the open and honest exclamations of a child. Which were immensely hilarious.

From somewhere in your mind you hear your mother’s voice

‘Now, no bother get your father unreasonable, you hear?’

She tells you this all the time. She thinks it is you. It is not you. It is him. He gets unreasonable all by himself.

And when he gets himself unreasonable, he asks questions, unreasonable questions like, ‘You think me stupid?’ or ‘So me and you born same time?’

He has hundreds of them. Questions that no one in their right mind would even try to answer.

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I also only realised while I was doing this review that the author never actually mentions the name of the main character, the young boy whose eyes we are viewing his world through. Please correct me if I’m wrong.

I honestly do not know how to rate this tactic. I think it is brilliant that she pulled it off with little need to make it necessary to know his name. How many times have I battled over the perfect name for a main character? I would love to do that and she did it effortlessly. It was an ingenious move that could have gone awry. I didn’t miss it. The book didn’t need it. But correct me if I’m wrong and it was there.

I particularly love that she touched on so many troubles/adventures/experiences that a growing young man could go through during that time in his life and the relationships he shared with those around him. The book has the potential to be relatable on many levels and across many age groups.

It waves the flag of ‘boy days’ high and I am sure either gender will find it nostalgic despite the fact that the book seems to be set in our current time. They had cell phones and ‘silver-grey Lincoln MKZ’s and NO marbles!

Pitch!

Pitch! It can also be played inside so you never know! Today’s children may know what marble sports really are about!

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So I think we can safely say that the book is in our current time.

It’s good. It may not be a fantasy story but it’s a relatable story. It may not have vampires and werewolves and armies raging wars but it can suddenly be as fast paced and move with the same urgency. A-dziko’s ‘boyo’ is experiencing new responsibilities and new feelings during his twelfth year. He’s finding that some of those things are hard to swallow and are even harder to understand but some of his experiences he would do all over again.

So read the book, it’s good, end of review. :D

All Over Again – A-dziko Simba Gegele

When you reach Seven Valleys, you and all the other people come spurting out of the bus like shook up soda spurting out of a bottle. Your body is all bent out of shape – you think you have time to worry about that? You crazy? You are in the middle of Victoria Avenue and Victoria Avenue is full of cars. You weave in and out of the cars, weave like you dribbling ball. Weave and dodge and LOOK OUT! … Oh God man, you want to kill yourself?” ;P

– Written by Travesaou

Copyright © 2010-2015 Critics May Lie All Rights Reserved

My Childhood Movie Education

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Disney. I have always had a serious love hate relationship with this company. Even when I was little. I believe the reason why I get so many mixed feelings towards them is because they send so many mixed messages. I could either be the girl who everyone adores and thinks is pretty beyond compare but then I don’t really have any depth of character and am constantly being saved or I could be the girl that’s more independent and takes care of herself but then I don’t really have any friends and am constantly being given an attitude check.

Like what the hell is with that Disney?

Like what the hell is with that Disney?

Now I will be the first to say that children need to have fun. They need to take this time to be as silly as they want to and explore and learn new things because that is not always an option when you are an adult. The adult world is serious, sometimes too serious and we as adults really need to let them be this giddy and carefree while it’s still allowed. And Disney is fun. Everything from their TV shows to their movies to their theme parks are meant to promote healthy fun and laughter.

The wonderful silliness, as contagious as it can be, only teaches a child so much though. Especially when every gesture portrayed, even a sincere one, on most of their television shows has to end with a funny punch line. I was particularly disappointed with their take on Celiac disease and gluten sensitivity last year which despite anyone’s misconceptions about it being fake or people ‘faking it’ IS a VERY SERIOUS digestive disorder.

Things like that make me think that THEY believe that children can’t handle any serious emotions or think intelligently about how they feel about issues. You know, let’s just don’t teach them to think! Just teach them to laugh at EVERYTHING! As long as we all become famous rock stars in the end right! ???

Where's the real Disney?

Awwww yeah! But where’s the real though Disney?

Do I hate Disney totally? As I said, no. Toy Story, Mulan, Lilo and Stitch, Tangled and The Princess and the Frog are right up there with some of my favourite movies. But while I’m sitting here watching my niece fawn over the ‘cool kids’ on their network I find myself wondering, “what does she see here?”

Is she getting anything out of it? Is she learning anything that can benefit her walk on this earth and make it better while she’s having fun? Because sometimes it’s good to just have silly fun but sometimes you want to experience something beautiful that leaves a light in your soul and makes you want to be a better person after you’ve finished watching it.

And yes, children do have these epiphanies. I did! It made me think of movies that I loved as a child and how it impacted my existence.

A LITTLE PRINCESS

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I have never met a woman who has never wanted to be a princess when she was a little girl. Whether she wanted to be one to have total dominance over the world or to marry a handsome prince or to just be rich and pretty and adored by everyone, the reason behind the desire didn’t matter. Being a princess was a very ideal position to see oneself in. But Sarah, my kind, sweet faced Sarah taught us that despite their state in life, all women are still princesses. She lived it.

And what I remember learning from her acutely was the act of charity that many parents fail to teach their children. She showed me that it didn’t matter how much you had or didn’t have, what mattered was giving with a good heart. I watched as Sarah, stripped of all her pretty, rich dresses and toys with little less than the clothes on her back gave something that she truly wanted to someone who needed it more than she did, not thinking of herself but only their need and I was deeply touched by that as a child. It made me want (and I tried) to be that selfless too.

I always cry for this part. Niagra falls! And then she gave away the flower! *weeps*  pic@fanpop.com

I always cry for this part. Niagra falls! And then she gave away the flower to the man who lost his son!! *weeps* pic@fanpop.com

SPIRITED AWAY

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I am not a big gamer but when I do play, my ‘game name’ is always either Haku or Shiro. And many people don’t know that it’s because of Spirited Away. (Now everybody knows! Internet confession!) A momento to one of my favourite childhood movies and beloved main characters. The bath house of the spirit world that they occupied as scary as it was portrayed could not have been more perfect and beautiful to me.

Chihiro was lost in a world she couldn’t fully understand and was mostly scared but still a bit fascinated by it and I found myself sitting on the balcony of the boarding rooms with her in my dreams watching the endless sea created by the rain around it.

But Spirited Away connected deeply with me on more than a level of just wonder. Chihiro was alone and not used to being alone but she found the strength in herself to survive. A strength she never knew she had. It was enough to save herself and the people she loved in an unfamiliar world with unfamiliar rules.

I was never a very cowardly child. I liked to take chances and venture to the unknown, much to my mother’s horror. But there were times when I was scared and felt the magnitude of the world was too big for one little person. Chihiro reminded me that I had a strength deep within me to survive and I never forgot that.

Dumplings! Yum!

And we had dumplings to keep up our strength! Yum!

CASPER

Ah, the music, the dancing, the teenaged swooning.

Ah, the music, the dancing, the teenaged swooning.

Forget the fact that I loved Christina Ricci in Adams Family and the idea of Casper appearing as a cute boy in the end of the movie to have one last dance before he’s returned to his dead ghostly self again. My pre teen-aged mind was a blur of thrills! But this is not why I loved the movie!

The three stooges ghost concept and the interaction between Casper and Kat were cute, and actually very Disney, and her mother appearing in the end to tell Dad, “You can live on without me. I’m watching over you.” was nostalgic and heart-warming. I mean having your beloved mother and wife as a guardian angel is immensely self assuring. But this was not why I loved this movie!!!

What really stayed with me as a child, after I stopped dancing with my imaginary ghost friend, was the fact that said friend would give up being alive again to help save someone I loved. *multi-swoon* It said to me, that’s what best friends and people who love you do! They sacrifice for your happiness. It made me want a friend like that. It made me want to BE a friend like that. And I saw what people did for me in a whole new light.

By best friend is a bulb headed see-through ghost and I am completely okay with that! That's ma home boy, yo!

My best friend is a bulb headed, see-through ghost and I am completely okay with that! That’s ma home boy, yo!

MATILDA

I was a reader as a child. That was my thing. I coloured, I drew, I sang at the top of my voice and danced and I read everything I could get my hands on. Hard core! Find me missing and I would be in a tree somewhere reading a book.

Now just imagine branches around me. Same thing.

Now just imagine branches around me. Same thing.

Matilda spoke to me. I understood her. Completely. I liked playing with other children but books were my true friends. It was just fascinating to me that entire books could teach you everything and tell you everything about… EVERYTHING. And the stories! How could anyone not get excited about that? It’s almost not fair to add this one because of how much I related to it but there were some new things that I learnt that I hadn’t before.

The power of the mind. I didn’t see my brain as powerful then. If I repeated my lessons enough it stuck. That’s the way it worked. Like a lot of children who saw the movie I tried for a time to move stuff with my mind as well to no avail.

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Cause holy moly I loved to read too so I should be able to do it!! Right??!! Sigh…

But I soon realized that the point wasn’t to encourage the performing of X-Men feats it was to show what your mind was capable of if you were determined to work at it, like accomplishing your goals for instance or learning those pesky lessons. It was about believing in yourself first and that starts in the mind. I also learned something that meant more to me as I got older. I always remember Miss Honey saying something to Matilda that I would never forget.

You were born into a family that doesn’t always appreciate you, but one day things are going to be very different. – Miss Honey

Now my family was far from the Wormwood’s. They had none of Matilda’s parents evident ignorance and cared and nurtured me but yet there were always times that I felt like I didn’t belong. As the youngest girl among four sisters, I many times felt over shadowed by them. Between the three of them there was nothing I could do that they hadn’t done before. I many times felt under appreciated in my youth by my family but Miss Honey lead me to believe that, “one day” things would be very different. One day I would bare my own distinctive shadow and I held that in my heart.

FLY AWAY HOME

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I should say here that all of these shows had wonderful music that I have carried in my memory all these years. Fly Away Home is no different. It also was one of the shows that taught me the most about life when I was a child. Some of the things I came away with.

The death of a loved one isn’t the end of your world. It might feel like it and it will hurt and you won’t like it but you can be happy again.

Apparently I thought I was the only one who couldn’t stand my Dad as a teen because I was surprised that Amy had to put up with this annoyance as well. But it did teach me that I should stop acting as if I was the ONLY one with this problem. Millions of teens felt my pain.

I also learned that not all step mother’s or step girlfriend’s in this case are bad! Can you believe that? Not all of them will try to kill you with a poisoned apple or selfishly leave you behind when they said you could go to the ball even though you’ve finished all your chores like they asked. :/ Some of them can actually be really nice. Again, I blame Disney for this misconception.

Follow me!

Follow me!

I’ve saved many a thirsty bird in my childhood. This movie reaffirmed that we should do whatever is in our power to help take care of our wild animal friends. Even if it means raising them, caring for them, building a fake geese plane and escorting them over a couple states to migrate and blocking a tractor with our bodies to save their migration grounds!

Flying is actually a bit scary and dangerous. Not at all the way Peter Pan led us to believe. But Fly Away Home showed me that it is a lot less scary when you are on a mission and a lot calmer when you got a brood of geese who will follow you anywhere at your back and support waiting for you at the end of the road. In other words, flying is better when you are not alone.

PRINCESS MONONOKE

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Good big doggies. :/

First may I just say that this movie confirmed some things that I already knew as a child and I loved it for that!

There ARE large, talking animals lurking around in the bush somewhere. I have always known this! Those long, deep gashes I saw on the asphalt one morning could very well have been made by a giant tiger. Why doesn’t anyone believe me? Watch Princess Mononoke people! And the forest, the wood, the bush, whatever you call it where you come from does have a spirit! We call it Papa Bois here, they call it the forest spirit over there but it’s the same thing. Do people really not know this?

But what I really learned from this movie though was that evil can literally eat you like worms from the inside out when you harbour hate for others. So walk in love! That demon worm shit was real to my mind and combined with Sabbath school well, I never forgot that. Beautiful movie though but let’s move on!

ANASTASIA

Covered this song so many times in my school choir days

Covered this song so many times in my school choir days “At Laaaaaast!”

This movie was the reason why I always fancied myself a lost princess in my youth, except my whole family was lost with me. We were the lost royal family who actually DID get away from Rasputin and were quietly waiting to retake our country to rule. We fit the bill after all. Four girls, one boy, mother and father with the youngest girl being precocious, outspoken and imaginative. *bats eyelashes*

Anastasia was actually the only princess that I ever imagined I was. Of course at that time I didn’t know the recorded history of what actually happened to her and her family but let me keep dreaming. Anya’s memories of her three older sisters were replaced with the faces of my older sisters. Her little brother soon looked like mine and the mother and father in her family portrait became mine too.

I wondered what would happen to me if I were to lose my family like she did. If they would be nothing more than ‘figures dancing gracefully across my memory’. The movie really made me think about what that would feel like and how lost someone must feel to not have the support of family around them because despite what passing annoyances I might have had, my family was important to me and it made me feel so sorry for her loss.

WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

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Does anybody remember how friggin awesome this movie was? And it was so sad. How do you even manage that though? Being incredible and heart wrenching at the same time? It was such a beautiful movie artistically and like Spirited Away and Princess Mononoke (okay, Studio Ghibli productions in general!) that was what really drew me to it at first.

For the aesthetic of the world you live in when you die to be directly affected by something that made you happy or affected you deeply when you were alive is such a beautiful and interesting concept. It made me think, really think as a child about life after death. I had thought about it from a biblical perspective but after I saw this show I thought about what heaven would literally LOOK like and I had never really thought about that before.

I was sure that there would be clouds and angels and God and well, me and the people I knew at some point in time, but there was no depth beyond us sitting on clouds and staring serenely down at the world all day. I had never considered not recognising anyone I knew and still being connected to the emotions of those still alive in some way. This movie was one of those things that engaged my philosophical mind and I didn’t even know totally what ‘philosophical’ meant yet.

EVER AFTER

 

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This was not a Cinderella story. I don’t care if she ends up with the prince in the end or if she had a wicked stepmother or if all that stuff that should have happened in Cinderella did happen. This was NOT the story Cinderella and good luck trying to convince me of that as a child.

Cinderella never stoned the prince with apples for trying to steal her father’s horse. The Cinderella I knew would never have been that aggressive.

Cinderella did not save ANYBODY but mice. She would have never dressed up as a high class lady, marched up to the palace and demanded that ‘her’ servant be set free! Cindy was too reserved for such boldness!

Cinderella would have never punched anyone in the face, even a conniving step sister who deserved it. She would have ran out of the room and cried herself to sleep. That’s what the Cinderella I knew would have done.

She also would not have been trying to get rid of her step mother and step sisters through marriage by the prince so she could have the farm to herself and turn it around? What folly is that?

This is more like the Cinderella I was used to.

"I am at your bidding my prince. Lead away." "Yes, I'm so handsome, you'll follow me anywhere won't you. With or without your shoe."

“I am at your bidding my prince. Lead away from this life of servitude.”  –  “Yes, I’m so handsome. You’ll probably follow me anywhere, wouldn’t you? Even if I hadn’t found your shoe.”

Not THIS!

She didn't just save her father's old servant, she saved the prince! And herself! WHAAAT?

She didn’t just save her father’s old servant, she saved the prince! And herself! WHAAAT? Who was this woman?

I was blown away by this ‘not’ Cinderella and I couldn’t get enough of her. I rummaged through the cable guide looking for every date it would be showing on every channel so I could watch it again and again and AGAIN. I’ve swooned over more women than men in my time and I have listed a few of them here already. Swooning since childhood, yes I have been!

Everything she did I would have done because I never understood why Cinderella didn’t. But this wasn’t Cinderella. This was the story of Danielle de Barbarac and she wasn’t some fairy tale muse that sang all the time about the dreams in her heart (although I loved those songs) then sat and waited for someone to come along and sort out getting her dreams for her.

Danielle went for it. She didn’t wait. She could have been my neighbour, my sister, my mother, my teacher, any ordinary woman I knew who was strong and living her life the best way she knew how *breathe* and who just happened to capture the heart of a prince along the way. She could have been me.

An interesting note which I didn’t realise as a child was that none of these movies were Disney classics. I’m not mocking Disney though but it goes to show that at that point they were seriously lacking in a dimension that children did need. Which were stories that didn’t just illicit basic emotions like happiness or sadness. Children also need stories that make them think. (Edited to add one more because she deserves it!) Which brings me to the one Disney classic on my list…

MULAN

Just putting a picture of Mulan here because... well... MULAN!

You don’t meet a girl like this every dynasty!

And so continues my love hate relationship with Disney, because I don’t know who worked on Mulan but girl did they get it right!

Do I need to say about why this movie impacted me so much, impacted every little girl who’s ever been denied, pushed aside, laughed at, scolded or plain out ignored over wanting to do something, simply because she was a girl? And without ‘people’ even considering if she could do it or allowing her to try first.

I’m sure if we are all honest with ourselves and even if it was for a fleeting moment as a child we can remember in our frustration over it all, JUST ONCE, that we wished we were a boy. So they wouldn’t say NO! Because apparently being a girl was the ONLY thing holding us back!

But Mulan broke those rules. She broke it so hard she did something no one, not even herself expected. She saved China! All because she wasn’t going to let anything stop her from saving her father and if it meant pretending to be a man to do that, then that’s what she would have to do.

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And what a ‘man’ she turned out to be. She passed all their tests, took all their teasing and rebukes. She worked as hard as any man there and refused to give up and in the end she saved them all. A destiny that had she known from the moment she stole her father’s armour and horse and cut her hair had been written out for her, she might not have believed.

Later I recognised the irony of the song, “Be A Man” and realised the overall question that begged to be answered, that without the gender limitations set on us what could we all accomplish? That’s what I learned from Mulan, and Disney needs to make more fun think-ing shows like this. All the time.

I can think of others but I’ll end it here. So, what I will do is what I have been doing. I’ll let my niece watch her shows and invite her to watch my stuff as well. She’s already watched several of the movies on this list and she has declared that my movies are better than hers. Boom! Maybe because she sees what I see. Here’s to hoping that she does and it impacts her the way it did me.

– Written by Travesaou

Copyright © 2010-2015 Critics May Lie All Rights Reserved

Seasons End, New Sunrise

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I’m back!!!

Hello Everybody!!!!

Hello Everybody!!!!

Hi, all. So, let’s just say I was on hiatus. … …. And yes, I’m sticking with that story. :D

I had a lot of time to think, to plan. I’ve learned the more you plan the more life throws the crazy in your way to upset your planning. So your planning may not always come up to much in the end but that doesn’t necessarily mean things don’t work out either. I’m learning some amazing things along the way which I will impart con Travesaou. But I’m a planner so planning anyway! And I like to go with the flow too, so I’m all into taking it as it comes as well.

Speaking of crazy, has anyone been following 12 Monkeys, the series. :D !!

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I’m not a big ‘TV’ fan. No wait, I take that back. I love cinematography, I love movies and TV shows and I tend to watch the making of a show as much as the show itself. However I am not one of those stare at the TV all day, can’t wait for the next big series to come out, so I can torrent, download and watch all night kinda junkie. No. I have a life that I actually want to participate in so sitting down in front of a computer or TV every chance I get to catch up on all the great TV shows out there is just not me.

There are a few that I do rush home for. Syfy’s FaceOff and Fox’s Sleepy Hollow. Ninja Warrior, Dancing with the Stars, all the CSI’s and Law and Order SVU. And now, 12 Monkeys! I don’t know what it is about this show. Maybe it’s the creepy end of the world by monkeys by virus BY MONKEYS vibe it gives off which is scary as hell!

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No, I have not seen the new Planet of the Apes. Barely got through the last one. :(

Maybe it’s Aaron Stanford in a beard? I understand shaving isn’t exactly a necessity for a post-plague scavenger but thank you for putting him in a beard producers! This man has never looked this good. Didn’t pay much attention to him in X-Men. Now.

I rest my case. Not picking it up. Nope.

I rest my case. Not picking it up. Nope.

Maybe it’s just the whole time travel thing which I love. I don’t know. All of the above. I like the show. And did I see right but did Jennifer Goines have on a dress with the screaming monkey face she’s been drawing all this time printed on it when they met in the boardroom that last time in episode 13? My designer eye caught it at the last moment but I can’t find a still of it to be sure. But would really love to know because if it was. *thumbs up*

So let me reign back a bit and say. I was kind of left feeling underwhelmed with the last show of the first season (think the hour just went to fast) but that lasted about 2 minutes when I thought about Cassie ending up in 2043 and the babies!! I did not expect that and now I’m all geared up for season two baby! Nine months away? No problemo. I have that kind of patience.

Just need to finish watching FaceOff which I think has one more episode and I will have no need for TV for a while. Which is good because as I said, I’ve been making plans. And they shall all be slowly revealed in time. Like 12 Monkeys, it’s time for the season to end in certain areas of my life. I’m working to make the new season happen a lot sooner than nine months from now though.

So, I’m speaking it into existence. This is the start of a new season, this morning, right now, as I’m seeing the sun rise outside my window, in ten, nine, eight…

It's almost here... WAKE UP EVERYBODY!

It’s almost here… WAKE UP EVERYBODY!

– Written by Travesaou

Copyright © 2010-2015 Critics May Lie All Rights Reserved

Revolutionary TPlomacy

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Hmmm.

Reblogged from Caracas Chronicles

Originally posted on Caracas Chronicles:

67d75bf8-d2e6-4bff-807c-8a0840e267a7It hasn’t been an easy week for Nicolas Maduro here at home, so he decided to go back to his old hobby for a spot of foreign affairs. On the agenda: a visit to our Caribbean neighbors, Trinidad and Tobago.

Heading a delegation of ninety-five, Maduro met with the T&T Prime Minister Kamla Persad-Bissessar (who, btw, is facing a political crisis herself) and several of her Ministers. What for? To try to salvage“define” the future of PetroCaribe.

Maduro was received by protesting Venezuelans who live on the islands, but he also got a pep-rally from a local leftie political party.

The two countries signed multiple agreements in education, transportation, trade and of course, energy. Matter of fact, PM Persad-Bissessar personally proposed one of those revolutionary trueque deals chavistas get all hot-under-the-collar over: oil for toilet paper.

“The concept of commodity sharing is simple -– the Government of Trinidad and…

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Writing Update 14th February 2015

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HELLO FRIENDS! THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM MY WRITING UPDATES PAGE!

DO ENJOY! :D

Dance movies should be about dancers, not dancing.

Feliz Día de los Enamorados!

Hope everyone is enjoying it (and getting a room) with someone they love and who hopefully loves them back because that just makes it twice as spectacular!

Anyway, I’m still writing, still editing, trying to keep the pace even though I am way behind my own schedule but while *eh-hem* taking a break on Facebook I saw a post from one of my past dance teachers of this trailer for ‘Desert Dancer’ and my God!! I want to see this movie!

Desert Dancer !! O.O !!!

What I love about it so far is that this is exactly the kind of dance story, and I have a few in the works, that I want to write. I know it’s based on a true story but I’ve noticed something about ‘dance’ movie stories in the media today.

So many of them are all about competitions and rivalry and dance groups facing off and competition and finals. It’s all about popping that move and making the audience roar and the purity of why people dance and the emotional bliss and conflict that can go in to and come out of it gets lost in all the hype. So many dance movies today just have the same old concept over and over again.

But this!! *tap dances excitedly* These are the kinds of dance movies I like to see! Where it’s just real people living their lives, life going on around them and they just happen to be dancers. Even though it’s okay and sometimes necessary, the story doesn’t have to be about dancing or around the dance world it just has to be about a dancer, how they navigate their world and how we see the world through their eyes.

Black Swan had a great amount of beautiful dancing but was essentially about the dancer who probably had a brain tumor of some kind to be getting all of those hallucinations. The movie was clearing more about her horrifying struggle for perfection than it was about the dancing itself and in that aspect it hit the mark and was able to appeal to non-dancers as well which a great dance movie should do.                          pic @ blackswan.fanpop.com

Black Swan had a great amount of beautiful dancing but was essentially about the dancer who probably had a brain tumour of some kind to be getting all of those hallucinations. The movie was clearing more about her horrifying struggle for perfection than it was about the dancing itself and in that aspect it hit the mark and was able to appeal to non-dancers as well which a great dance movie should do. pic @ blackswan.fanpop.com

What a lot of these shows fail to understand is that once you put a dancer in the mix they will interpret the ordinary world around them through dance and suddenly the ordinary world becomes the world of the dancer. You don’t have to fill it with endless competitions and ‘face-offs’ and rivalry and practices to make it a dancer’s movie.

The dancer makes it a dance movie and then you can incorporate any story in there around them, like in The Mysterious Case of Benjamin Button or Memoirs of a Geisha or Black Swan or Shall We Dance?, which were beautiful, intriguing stories that involved dancers as main or supporting characters but managed not to be suffocating, in your face, waving a flag ‘this is a dance movie in case you didn’t know’ kind of hype. The moment you are more concerned with the character, the dancer, and their life more than the final dance scene, will they win or lose build-up, it’s already a great dance movie, even if it doesn’t label itself as one.

But I know this is based on a true story so it is different but I would hope my book plans for a dancer’s story would be equally intriguing as this. And that’s my long awaited writing update. Chao friends! Off I go again, zing!

Travesaou fighting!

– Written by Travesaou

Copyright © 2010-2015 Critics May Lie All Rights Reserved

An Insensitive World of Food

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I made cornbread yesterday for the first time in my life.

A picture of what itshould look like from the FoodNetwork! Not what mine looked like :(

A picture of what it should look like from the FoodNetwork! Not what mine looked like :(

Cornbread has never been apart of my diet and I know of no one who eats it regularly, like you would normal bread. I always thought of cornbread as a culture specific food; something I saw on television that African American families passed around tables at lunch with collard greens and fried chicken.

So why am I telling you this and why am I suddenly making cornbread? I have never talked much about my eating habits with anyone and I still don’t care to that much. Mainly because I don’t see why I have to justify every piece of food that I put into my mouth to the people around me. I don’t ask anyone why they are eating what they’re eating (except my mother ;P ) because it’s their body, not mine.

"Hey, wait! bBefore you eat that can you tell me why?" Um, no.

“Hey, wait! Before you eat that can you tell me why?” Um, no.

My view concerning food is that if you are willing to live with the consequences of your decisions then, frolic. Eat that cookie, guzzle that alcohol like there’s no tomorrow, have hamburgers and soft drinks for every meal or don’t. Drink water or don’t. Eat only grains, or vegetables or air or light or whatever you think you should.

Just don’t cry over ANY of it, whatever you choose, tomorrow, ten, twenty, fifty years down the road from now when the results of your actions finally meet up with you. And while some may have more reason to cry than others all I mean is, be responsible for the choices you have purposefully made and accept the way the cookie, or granola bar crumbles when the time comes. Which is why, with the exception of my mother :P (love you, my Queen), I personally don’t care to lecture (or ridicule) people about their eating habits.

But I am not always afforded the same courtesy. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve refused some generic snack or food from someone only to be followed by that question.

“Why don’t you want any? Are you on a diet?”

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Most. Hated. Question. EVER.

*Cue Yosemite Sam voice*

“Imma only gonna say this once you var-ments. I don’t do diets!”

It’s true. I see diets as that thing people do when they want to fit into their wedding dress or carnival costume or when they feel insecure about their body and want to be one of the slim chicks/dudes. Diets are temporary and normally are a result of societal or peer pressure. I cannot recall in my history when I have ever been swayed by peer pressure, even if it was to my detriment to not ‘sway’. I’ve always done what I wanted to do. And the way I eat has never, nor will it ever be, a temporary thing. I know what I will and won’t have and once I decide, it doesn’t change easily.

Now I know for some people that it’s their job. Shout out to all the nutritionists and personal trainers out there. But for everyone else smirking at the big dude with his triple sized plate or whispering about the skinny chick with that salad again, unless the person is paying for your opinion, keep it to yourself. Do what you have to do for your body but for everyone else it’s a personal choice.

‘Helping’ is no excuse to judge either, not even close. These conversations always tend to go in two directions. The “why you so stupid for doing that?” talk or the “I’m going to try to make you feel bad for making me feel bad about my choices” statements. My favourite statement being (which means it’s the one I hate the most)), “who cares, we’re all going to die anyway.”

If I hadn’t ended a conversation on why I eat what eat yet, I always do at this point. It gives me an idea of the mindset of the person I’m dealing with. It’s a level of ignorance I’ve met in even the most educated of people and I just don’t want to go there.

But if I did…

How does that make ANY sense? If we are all going to die anyway, if that is the one thing we all as living beings on this earth have in common then I would think what would really matter is the way you lived your life! That would be the one thing that makes the difference in the lives we each live, because we ARE all going to die!

Living the best possible life that we can before we inevitably kick the bucket is what I believe most people strive for. And for me, the way I eat is apart of that because food deeply affects my energy levels to do all that I want to do. If you want to base your whole existence on this one thing (death) that will happen to you at the end of your time on this earth then go ahead, but I cannot do not.

If I live to be 100 years old, I would rather live a good, strong, healthy life for the first 90 years of my life and be like Cicely Tyson, 81 years and doing 60 push ups everyday…

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…and then inevitably be sick (naturally by old age hopefully) for the next 10 years until I die. Than to live the first 40 years of my life, relatively healthy, and then spend the next 60 years of my life sick through unnatural causes and lifestyle diseases unable to fully enjoy my life and being an emotional (and financial) burden to the people who care about me and are worried about my health just because I didn’t take care of myself for the first 40 years of my life.

That just makes no sense to me. None.

60 years of being sick and depending on medications to have some kind of normal existence is a long time to live! Do you think Cicely Tyson would still have the energy to keep doing what she loves at this age if she wasn’t taking care of herself? (even though, YES she is going to die someday!) How many 80 year old actresses do you know of?

But I guess not everyone thinks that way and that’s okay, really. It’s your life, you are allowed to live it as you see fit even if I do not agree. But don’t personally bombard random people with why you think they should or should not do this and eat that, please. Post it on your blog instead. *wink* Then they can choose to read it or not.

The exception of course, being if it’s someone you love and care about and you can see they are doing something that is really detrimental to their health, like starving themselves into anorexia or eating themselves into heart failure then you should say something. First get the help of someone experienced with the issue like a nutritionist or councillor who can hep you verify if the person’s eating habits really is an issue so you won’t come off as just being judgmental. Then say it with love and kindness, of course.

And plus, if people making their own choices about their own bodies isn’t obvious to you as a person, I like to think of it this way. I figure that there is enough good health information EVERYWHERE and I’m talking about in modern society where people live in the digital age and are by all intents ‘plugged in’ to a stream of ‘do this, not that’ on a regular! The people in these societies most likely know the information on good health choices. It’s shoved at us daily in advertisements, on TV, the internet. So I do not believe people are oblivious to what is good for them and what isn’t.

I Googled 'healthy eating' and got over 81,000,000 suggestions. -_- I think people know something about health and food.

I Googled ‘healthy eating’ and got over 81,000,000 suggestions. -_- I think people know something about health and food.

That being said, if I see someone eating / doing something that is NOT good for them then I assume (hesitantly) that they already know that it isn’t and chose to anyway. Someone asking your advice is different but why rag on them, and argue over it? (Unless they’re your beloved, mischievous, own-way mother! :D besos besos!) As I said, once someone is willing to accept the consequences of what they are doing….. proceed.

Making cornbread yesterday though, opened my eyes to something else. Why was I even making cornbread? Because I can’t find cornbread to purchase like normal bread and even if I could I would still have to check the ingredients to make sure they didn’t put any ‘forbidden’ stuff in it. Most bakeries here are traditional style, straight out the oven onto the shelf so the breads don’t have ingredient labels so I might as well make my own as I KNOW what I put in it.

I have been gradually making changes to the food I eat in the last few years and I’ve found that despite the fact that food sensitivity is a thing, people don’t treat it as if it’s important. The insensitivity towards people who have food sensitivity is so rampant on the food market that anyone who didn’t have a firm resolve would not be able to last a few days into this.

There are some foods that I can obviously check off my list but then with others you think it might be safe and then you look at the ingredients and get confused, at least I do. Do you know how many things have wheat flour in it that you wouldn’t guess needed wheat flour to begin with? Like why do you need to put this in there?

I was used to cooking my own food even before this food change but after passing several of my favourite bakeries and food places last year (the few I liked) and realising 99% of their selections were out of my reach now I see how much more work I would have to put in preparing my own meals to make this work.

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Sigh.

So I’m making cornbread. And even though it came out kinda stiff, (I WILL get the hang of it!) I will keep making it. Because for me it’s not about being a health nut.  Food is meant to be fuel. That’s the way I’ve always viewed it. I thank my Biology background for that. So if a food is not serving my body the way it should, has me feeling sluggish and irritated (unless it’s pizza, can’t argue with pizza!) it has to go. I can live without it and no I will not regret it on my deathbed especially after I think of all I accomplished with the energy I gained from eating better fuel, I mean, food.

Because I have things to do with my life. I want to accomplish some serious shit in my time and I can’t let food and the way it makes me feel hold me back. And I’m willing to live with the consequences of that whatever it may be. So go ahead and nom nom nom whatever you like if you want though because you know, critics may lie.

– Written by Travesaou

Copyright © 2010-2015 Critics May Lie All Rights Reserved

A Rainy Evening In A Sunny Season

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I would like to make an anouncement… to the rain.

My Dear Wet One

(Actually that was the name I was going to call this post but, let’s just say I saw the future. And heard your snickers) -_-

My Dear Wet One, do you not know that the rainy season is over? What kind of jamming you trying to put people through? I managed to get through all of your day long rainfalls, floods, random showers, cold nights, days upon days of relentless early morning sinusitis to FINALLY feel warmer weather again, and you still insist on being this brash even though your time for reigning supreme has passed.

Now don’t get me wrong I love you to bits. You are wonderful but your time to roar and show what you’re made of is over. Time to give our dear friend Sun a chance! I got soaked yesterday coming from work, WITHOUT an umbrella as I’m sure you saw. #NotFunny And this morning you tried to get me again but I was ready. If this is your way of saying goodbye I’m not amused! O_o

I do not appreciate surviving a relentless rainy season with only soaked trouser legs to show for it to come now, on the cusp of the DRY season, to get soaked from head to toe. Your sarcasm will no longer be tolerated.

Please bow out gracefully before our friendship and my sunny season hair is ruined.

Now I’m still looking forward to our Sunday afternoon rendezvous. Got our playlist all set.

My music is actually on my phone but I do sit in the rain while I listen. Risky, yes?

My music is actually on my phone but I do sit in the rain while I listen. Cue Lim Kim’s ‘Rain’. pic @ mortalmuses.blogspot.com

Sitting in the rain listening to music is only something someone who truly loves the rain would do, so don’t take my request for you to desist your actions to mean I won’t miss you when you are gone. I will. Tremendously.

But please go. The chill is killing me.

– Written by Travesaou

Copyright © 2010-2015 Critics May Lie All Rights Reserved

So The Time Has Come

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Happy 7th of January 2015!! *blows horns, throws confetti* !!! \O.O/

Yaaaay!!!

Yaaaay!!! Wine down!

You must be wondering why I am celebrating the 7th of January. Well, I officially close off my Christmas celebrations on the sixth of January every year. So the 7th is the day to say goodbye to it all. The Christmas tree an any decorations are put away and if there are still remnants of fruit cake or sorrel, we all know it’s fair game for anyone to consume. (Sorry for anyone who was still planning to visit)

It’s also the day after the moon hangs high before the break of day on the left side of the hill. I’ve been watching the moon ever since I was a little girl, sneaking out at night to stare up at it. Can’t tell you how many times I was caught and dragged from sitting on a window sill looking up at it. I don’t know the astronomy of it all but there’s something about that morning of the sixth of January moon that is just new and mesmerizing. A silent chill looming over the impeding dawn, not wanting to let go of the night even though it knows it has too.

This is when the new year begins for me, when it finally feels new. New Year’s really brings a lot of memories especially from my childhood. I remember having New Year celebrations at an uncle’s house on the hill, letting off firecrackers and fireworks with all my cousins. One of my older cousins accidently held a bomber the wrong way one time and dropped it on the ground sending the flares spiralling into the crowd. We all scattered in a panic but it just made the fun more fun and the memory more vivid.

Quieter Old Year’s nights found me at home outside with my brother and a cousin who lived nearby, lighting starlight (sparklers) and bursting pop up (fun snaps) with the one or two small, one pop rockets we could afford as children. We would share the pop up equally and hunt each other down around the yard, throwing them like darts at each other’s feet. They were simple memories but just as vivid, just as happy AND WE DIDN’T BURN ANYTHING DOWN! \O.O/

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So you could say that like Christmas, New Year’s for me is linked very much to the people I spent it with, the connection between the past memories and the present ones being made and less about the parties and making resolutions. I do light a few fireworks though. That I like! :D

So while I consider keeping up my Christmas tree for another night because I JUST CAN’T LET GO (I know how you feel moon!), we’ll go to the part where we talk about making resolutions and I give you tips on how to succeed. :D

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pic @ ‘the worst drawing ever by travesaou dot com’

Except there isn’t. The list does not exist because I don’t make New Year Resolutions. I’m a firm believer of daily commitments to improve yourself as you live your life. While I don’t scuff at anyone’s attempts to focus on starting fresh with each new year the problem with that is that there’s always that feeling at the back of your mind which says, ‘hey, I can always try again next year if I can’t manage’, which is why so many find themselves unable to stick to their resolutions because you know, there’s always next year!

But that’s just the thing. There isn’t always a next year or another moment like this one. Looking at the news, so many people died in the past year tragically and unexpectedly. Do you really want to leave whatever it is you resolved to do or improve this year for another 365 days that you may not even have?

And while I do believe that there is never just one chance to accomplish anything. That if you’re vigilant a chance to follow your dream will come again, even if you missed that last chance or didn’t succeed the first time. The thing about chances is that they aren’t limitless depending on what you are planning to succeed. There are just some dreams that time and getting older will definitely stall, sometimes permanently.

Waiting for the New Year while you have no reason not to start now just encourages procrastination and nobody ever succeeded by putting something off until tomorrow because ‘I just don’t feel like doing it today’. Maybe we should have more goals than resolutions. Goals do have deadlines, and to meet a deadline you need a plan and to form a plan you need to think and to think you need to relax and to relax all you need to do is…

pic @ blog.minicabster.co.uk

LAUGH!!! pic @ blog.minicabster.co.uk

So how about we work those facial and belly muscles by laughing at some of the memes dedicated to the poor attempts at NOT succeeding with resolutions every year. Don’t worry I’m not laughing at your resolutions per se.

You're welcome!

You’re welcome!

Just the reasoning behind forgetting about them so quickly.

If you didn't know! ;P

If you didn’t know! ;P

Keeping it real!

Keeping it real!

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So in other words, ‘I resolve to do nothing!’

This one is for all the people already feeling their resolve wane just a week into the new year. You'v been given the benefit of the doubt.

This one is for all the people already feeling their resolve wane just a week into the new year. You’ve been given the benefit of the doubt but only for another week.

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Ha! But really, no.

*face palm

*face palm

The worst kind of deception...

The worst kind of deception…

Neither can I.

Don’t walk this road again my friends, if it’s the last thing you do!

One resolution I can definitely get behind. Aw-yea! Say hello to awesomeness. Skadoosh!

One resolution I can definitely get behind. Aw-yea! Say hello to awesomeness. Skadoosh!

So if you are doing it, do it. Feel the resolve today and tomorrow and the day after that because at the end of the day, it’s either you want it or you don’t want it. And when you falter, pretend it’s New Year’s if it helps, get some champagne and party hats if you have to and ring in your resolve like it was the first day of the year. Learn from your mistakes and continue on the path.

So I hope your resolutions this year, if there are any, is to continue improving yourself and being a better person and mindful of your actions. And let’s hope you did that last year and it’s just a continuation now of something good, to infinity and BEYOND.

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– Written by Travesaou

Copyright © 2010-2015 Critics May Lie All Rights Reserved

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