-Ronald Reagan
I was gone for three days due to my Youth Group heading off to the March for Life on January 23rd, but am back almost full force, not quite though-schools finally started fro me and I'm going through a stage of drawing again where I want to perfect both comic and realism, so that will take up quite a bit of time.
Went to the Smithsonian over the weekend. And I tend to be very unsatisfied with most pictures I'm in, but compared to the others, this one's my favorite.
The boys "Tebowing"
The wonderful Miss R., our Youth Group leader. We love her so much!
My brother Alex in the upper left there.
Those scarves...
My brother's college leading the March, we were quite close to the front for part of the March, but never saw my brother :(.
So, that was my reason for lack of posting over the weekend, and quite a good reason too, I think, but there you have it.
Photo credit: Some of these are mine, but others were pulled off of the internet by my mom.
Possibly more pics to come, including Michael Jackson's fedora ;)
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Yes, you have all most likely seen this cover before.
But anyhow
Word-count: 75251
Pages: 237
Authoresses: Maria R. and I.
Sheng Hai
“Have a plan?”
“Mostly.”
“You’re crazy.” he shook his head, and eyed me suspiciously . I rolled my eyes and grimaced,
“Maybe a bit. Anyhow, we don’t have time to discuss my sanity." -Sheng and Chengdan
“Chun Wei, Shao, Chonghai, or hungry, actually. I didn’t get a decent breakfast...”
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It has to be said that I went and watched Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows in theaters the other day, and highly, highly enjoyed it. It didn't quite earn a ten out of ten, but close enough.
That being said, we're moving on.
My posts have been slow lately, but I've done quite a bit of doodling in the meantime including a pegacamel (*ahem*), inspired from a game of pictionary my brother's played once (I used my brother's inside jokes for drawings I guess, I've done it before-but that's another story entirely), pixies, roses (experimenting with charcoal), I'll see what else I can pull of. But in the meantime, expect more characters and maybe even another book review.
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Book: Dauntless
“Silent Monk, is that his name?”
“He has not told me another.”
-Barrett Bonden and Jingfei
Name: Silent Monk*
Age: Early 30s
Nationality: Chinese
Theme Song: Wugui Ascends
Personality: Silent Monk can seem a hard book to read. In most perspectives, he just seems to be a little quiet monk who sits and watches (or ignores) passing people around the Buddhist Temple. However, Silent Monk often gets on the nerves of other Chinese, as he refuses to even venerate Buddha and has never once been seen bowing to any man. Another queer habit of his is how he rarely smiles with his mouth, but his eyes always appear to be shining with good humor. In fact, his eyes convey whatever he wishes to speak, though only a select few can truly understand the full meaning of what he wants to say. Silent Monk never nods or shakes his head much, but he still gets his message across, one way or another. He is very quick to get along with people and usually treats people with his goodnatured friendliness. Silent Monk is extremely patient and very slow to anger, much less to act on anger, but there are some things that he just will not stand for, and then the perpetrator of the act will feel the thunder.
Likes: Meditating, deep discussions (generally one-sided), dumplings (secretly he prefers them stolen--DON’T TELL ANYONE!), wide sleeves, giving people his subtle-humored smile while pulling off some crazy kung fu.
Dislikes: Coarse, unimaginative people, being interrupted during a workout, Buddhism, the local Head Priest
Skills: Is a Master in all the styles of kung fu, has an excellent mind for strategy, and can be very persuasive for a guy who doesn’t talk. And when he doesn’t want to “talk”, then it’s very hard to have a decent conversation with him.
Non-skills: Of course, Silent Monk does not talk. But no one knows exactly why, and it’s kind of hard to find out. One thing he cannot do is read or write in English, and even in Mandarin, he’s limited to only a few characters, one of them being his own name.
Fears: Hard to tell. He’s very good at hiding it.
“Silent Monk? Silent Monk! Are you ignoring me?”
-Jingfei
“Is too great an insult, white man! Silent Monk says you must take back those word or he will fight you!”
-Silent Monk issues a challenge through Jingfei
Saddest Moment:
Angriest Moment: When an English man made a joke about him being a practitioner of child sacrifice, and it resulted in aforesaid challenge and easily guessed results. (Go figure) ;)
Happiest Moment:
*characer created and fillled out by companion-writer: Maria R.
Some informamtion left blank due to the fact that the story is in the process of beeing written.
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Book: Dauntless
"So, lass, what do they call you?”
“Kual-Yùnqì.”
“You’re real name.”
“Kuaile.” -Kuaile and Lochlan
Name: Hóuzi Kuaile (Koo-ai-lee)
Age: Seventeen
Nationality: Chinese
Theme Song: 'Don’t Stop Believing'
Personality: In many ways, Kuaile is like a monkey. She adapts easily to most situations and will go with the flow, doing whatever Yue and Tianshi think is best for the most part. But every now and then, when she seriously puts her mind to something, no one can stand in her way. She’s a people person, and is eager to trust whoever treats her well. Unless you do something very bad, she doesn’t hold a grudge, and is eager to make up. She never forgets things, and loves to joke around to her limit. It doesn’t matter who you are, or what your position in life, she will treat you as an equal. Impulsive and naive, she tends to get herself into trouble and then get out of it again without too much of a problem. Kuaile has a feisty temper, but it’s only a brief flare, and then she tends to treat it as a joke. If she’s wronged someone she loves, she can hardly rest until she’s offered them an apology. Has a tendency to steal things, a left-over habit from being alone. She would always steal to survive in the long days of searching for her family, and the bad habit remains, surfacing every now and then to her horror. She’s a quick thinker, and tends to surprise people, one moment hamming it up and finding it impossible to be serious, the next saying some words of wisdom that reveal inner depths that most people don’t know about. Kuaile’s a dreamer, and she likes to let life roll off her like water from a duck’s back. Underneath however, she always looks to the sunrise for her family return. Sometimes, in the wee hours of the morning, she wonders if she’ll ever see them again, especially now that she’s in England, the memory of her clan seems so lost in the chaos, but it’s always there in the back of her head, and she’s always thinking of a way to get back to China and find them. She’s a girl of trust and hope, and a girl who, despite what some people may think, will never give up.
Likes: The ocean, English clothes, sleeping in a real bed, noodles, hamming it up, playing practical jokes, sliding down banisters, causing good-natured chaos, cartwheels, handstands, adventures, Catholic priests, speaking English, Yue, Tianshi, Pellew, David, heights, country homes, and making people laugh.
Dislikes: Englishmen, guns, ships, sleeping on the ground, being sick, dogs (they frighten her), London, horses.
Skills: Acrobatics, Kung Fu (monkey style), adapting, mouthing off to people, learning.
Non-skills: lying, holding her temper, being serious, speaking English (she loves to do it, but sometimes her accent is so strong that it can be hard to understand her)
“Can’t catch me, Bènzhuō! You too slow to catch snail!”
“Trying to escape, china doll?”
“I not chin’ doll. And no I not try to ‘scape, I try to fly.”
“Do you now? Good for you. Won’t you stay for dinner, though? That is, before you sprout feathers.”
“I sprout you feathers...” -Kuaile and the English sailor
“I still in room, Englishman, you talk like I’m here please?”
“And how old are you, Kaulie?”
“One-hundred and thirty-three.” -Kuaile and Lochlan
Saddest moment: Being left behind by her clan. It’s scarred her for life with the phobia of being abandoned when she’s left alone.
Proudest moment: Either saving Yue’s life when the English are shooting at them during their escape or being baptized into the Catholic Church (pre-story)
Angriest moment: Nothing in particular.
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