Say her name by James Dawson–book review

Say her name is a horror book about three people who decide to call upon Bloody Mary late one Halloween night. The following morning, a warning is given; “five days”. Five days for what? What started off as a joke quickly turned into a nightmare. Read as the trio try to uncover Mary’s death and a way to stay alive.

Alright, okay, alright. I love me some thriller, mystery and horror. They’re all so perfect and when put together? I’m in heaven. This book is understandably labelled horror but I’d also consider it a mystery, since along the way of trying to uncover Mary’s past and how to stay alive, they come across many things.

Mid-way though the book, it is brought to the reader’s attention that Marry could be seen in the corner of mirrors, and as the days go on, she becomes ‘stronger’ allowing her to be seen in the corner of anything reflective. Tubs, pool of water, shiny objects—you name it. When I had come across this part, the sun was setting and I was sitting facing two large windows. I could slowly see the outside world dimming and everything inside the house start to reflect in the glass. I was so spooked. During the time, I also had to go upstairs and grab something but shit, every corner I turned, there was something reflective. My eyes drafted anywhere and everywhere. I was horrified. When I walked into my room, it didn’t help that I’m conceded and had mirrors on three of four walls. I grabbed what I needed and ran.

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(My stomach hurts. I had to search Bloody Mary in Mirror into Google and a bunch of scary pictures appeared)

One more story: one part of the book, Booby (the main female lead) is sleeping, having a dream hinting at Mary’s past and she is suddenly awoken to someone in her bed. Thinking it’s her friends (her friend/room mate usually gets into her bed in the middle of the night if she had a nightmare) she asks her if she had another bad dream. Then she hears snoring from the bed over and realizes it isn’t her friends. It’s Mary. Mary is her bed, curled up and under the covers.

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(My stomach hurts just a little bit more. Have fun sleeping)

It’s safe to say I slept with the lights on and glanced over my shoulder every minute. I also found it hard to fall asleep. I was scared. I have a little mirror in the shape of a feather pressed against the wall opposite to my bed, which I can look directly into. I wanted to take it off because every time I look into it, I expect to see the Mary in the corner, sitting on my bed. UGH.

Not to mention, I kept waking up at random times of the night, making it even worse. My body was on full apart.

So the actual review:

It was great. Horror movies don’t even scare me as much as this did. It kept me on the edge of my chair, biting my nails (not really, I had to cut them on Friday), and anxious to see what happened next. There is a little bit of a love interest, which I don’t mind. If you don’t like any of that, don’t worry, it’s not giving lovey-dovey strong vibes. The ending, as always, was very, very intense. Throughout the five days, she’s picking up on clues, wondering what Mary wants her to solve and what she has to do with the information. A lot of interesting stuff is brought up.

I was absolutely delighted with the ending. Well, what I consider the ending. There’s two pages after that that is really the ending but I’d like to act like it doesn’t exist. It kind of had that happy-ever-after (unless you read the last two pages).

Important characters seem pretty consistent. It’s not like they appear once in the beginning and then, boo, there they are at the ending: they were the whole masterminds. I hate watching and reading stuff like that (ahem, How to Get Away with Murder, last season. Still not happy.)

One thing I wasn’t too happy with was Naya (the room mate and friend) wasn’t in it as much as I wanted but she was still there, just not too important.

I was fine with the writing style of the book; there isn’t much I want to touch on for that. I’ll decently be reading more of James Dawson.

Cruel Summer review coming next!

I rate it: 5/5 stars.

QOTD: Would you read it? Did you read it? How’d you like it?

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Raspberry cheesecake brownie: taste buds decide

I’ll start off by saying my last post stands about my weight gain: way too many sweets this week. But since I didn’t really have much to do, I decided on stirring up something. And maybe it had a little to do with my mom nagging me.

I was looking through my pins, wondering what I should make when I came across this beautiful picture:

I had to try it.

Not only did it look pretty, but it looked pretty. So I gave it a try.

I don’t bake often. Most of the time because no one in my family wants to eat it. They’re all picky. Suddenly everyone’s on a diet. So when I find a recipe, I follow every direction step by step. My mom will sometimes say, “Add a little more of—” “No!” Although I should really trust her considering she’s been in the kitchen for a while now.

So, adding all the ingredients, following the steps; none of that was hard. But when I first read over the steps, I was a little puzzled. I had to make two different mixtures: the brownie and the cheesecake. I was instructed to make the brownie mixture first, put it in my pan, set it aside and make my cheesecake mixture. Then I was supposed to put that on top of the brownie mixture. I was worried that the two would mix together (it didn’t—the bottom layer (brownie) was thick so it didn’t mingle) and that one might not bake well or one might burn quick. So after making the brownie mixture, I shoved it into my preheated stove for two minutes. I wouldn’t recommend because—spoiler—it both baked well. Since the cheesecake layer was liquid, it look a while to bake and just enough time for the brownie layer to bake.

It was the end product that really bothered me. I was very disappointed to say the least.

When I added the cheesecake layer on top of the brownies, ready to put it in the over, I noticed that it barely had any color at the top. Barely. It was nothing like the picture—and yes, I know how foolish it was for me to expect it to look similar to it but could you blame me? I don’t. I’m just a little girl with big dreams.

So anyways, I ended up taking a toothpick, dipping it in food coloring and swirling it around the mixture. It helped put a spark to it.

It defiantly took a while to bake; around an hour I think. I was getting worried but when I read over the instructions, it assured me that it would take a while.

The taste test:

This is the part I was greatly disappointed in. I took a bite and was hit with a brick of sourness. The brownie layer tasted sweet enough, it was the cheesecake layer that didn’t have enough sugar. I was told to add ¼ cup of sugar and to some, that may be enough, but to me? Nope.

I ended up solving the problem by drizzling syrup on top, letting it soak into the top layer and then eating it.

Another disappointing factor was the lack of taste I got from the raspberry since it was supposed to be a raspberry cheesecake. I didn’t taste much of it so next time I’d probably add a little more than a cup of raspberry.

It didn’t turn out too bad thankfully but in the end, it didn’t really matter; no one ate it.

This is what u managed to create:

I also tried to match my plate.

Here’s the website I got it off of:

http://bakeeatrepeat.ca/raspberry-cheesecake-brownies-recipe/

Enjoy!

QOTD: Have you ever tried cheesecake brownies? Would you try it? Would you make it?

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Stress ball, broken nails, and weight gain

Wow does that title sound sad.

I have a series of three stories and what happened over the course off the short week.

Yes, yes, I know; the week isn’t even over but whatever.

Stress balls:

I brought two packs of balloons to blow up for a birthday party and ended up having a few left over. So, I took those few balloons home and filled them up with flour. I truly don’t know why I’d need a stress ball; it was the March break and I didn’t have anything to stress about. But I made it anyways because they feel good. I defiantly recommend it. It’s a lot of fun to toss around and it doesn’t hurt until you whip it at someone (would NOT recommend). I’ll leave a link to a YouTube video that I learnt it from.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyfxIryiD8A

Broken nails:

Alright, so I delayed this post and at the time, I only had one broken nail. But just this morning, the nail on the index finger was ripped off. Well, I ripped it off because it was really bothering me. I don’t usually have problems with my nails breaking thankfully but my nails were getting a little too long this time around. I was holding it off until *this* Friday, so when I shampoo, I really get in there. I don’t like shampooing my hair with short nails. Always, yesterday I was throwing the stress ball up and catching it. So, I threw it up and ran forward, ready to catch it. My hand was stretched out. I saw the wall getting closer but I didn’t pay much attention. Maybe I should have. My ring finger crashed into the wall, my nail bent backward and worst of all, tore my skin sandwiched between my nail. The corner of my nail ripped off and fell onto the floor. Just writing this is making my stomach turn. But it’s all right; I rubbed ice on it and then watched a movie.

Weight gain:

Alright, alright, alright. Last Friday, I headed over to my cousins house for a sleep over. I didn’t come home until Sunday and during those days, we ate out a lot and kind of just stuffed out faces. Not so good. I dreaded checking my weight. But that’s not all. Since I’m off of school for the week, all I did was lounge around, giving me more time to eat as well. Sometimes, I can’t differentiate between boredom and hunger. I’m working on it.

That was really just the highlights of my week. There was a few other things but nothing too exciting.

QOTD: What’s the worst pain you’ve experienced?

 

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Tim Horton and Kindness

A lot of people look forward to Friday because the weekend follows right after. I love Fridays with a passion. Out of school for two days, putting off homework for two days and stressing about it on Sunday night. But that’s okay because on Saturday, I just lounge around while thinking about the dreaded future. I try to be extra happy every Friday morning.

The last two Fridays were by far amazing.

The first Friday:

I arrived to my first period class as the national anthem was playing. The teacher stopped a few girls and me at the door, silently telling us to wait for the anthem to be done. During this time, I was facing a girl from class who had also arrived late. When we were allowed to move once more, she gave me a genuine compliment that made me happy. I got another compliment that day but I can’t remember if it was during second period or the afternoon; whatever it was, both compliments made me very happy.

Last Friday:

I was in the car with my mom when I asked her to go through the Tim Hortons drive through. Tim Hortons does ‘roll of the rim’ every year for a certain amount of time. Basically, when you order a coffee and finish it, you roll of the rim and check it you won anything. You can usually win a coffee or donut and a few other things. The bigger prizes people usually aim for is the Honda cars. Anyways, so my friend had won a donut and gave it to me. Bless her. I ordered ice coffee and a honey dip donut. When we pulled up at the window, the lady took my card and the free donut thing, only to tell us seconds later that IT WAS PAYED FOR! I was so surprised. I’ve heard of people paying it forward but had never experienced it until now. I was just a little upset because the woman didn’t give my free donut back. But other than that, I couldn’t be happier. It certainly made my day and every time I think about it, I can’t help but smile.

If you’re the person that payed; thanks, stranger!

Moral of the story: the small (I consider it BIG) things can make someone’s day (or month).

QOTD: Have you ever payed it forward?

 

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“I can’t do it… it’s too hard…”

“This is so hard! I can’t do this,” said the seven year old as she stared down at her math work. She had yet to attempt a question.

“Yes, you can. Just try,” encouraged the teacher.

“No, no. I can’t!”

I felt like that just summed up my entire life. I couldn’t relate more to a seven year old than I could in the moment.

The teacher, we’ll call her Ms. T, had taught a math lesson on subtraction. I think this was the first time these second graders were introduced to subtraction in school.

I watched as this seven year old sat down at her desk, looked at the question and turned to me. “Wow, these are hard. I can’t do it.”

In the moment, I was a little shocked. Did she say she couldn’t do it without even trying it? I attempted to encourage her but she stayed stubborn. “It’s too hard. I can’t do it.” She had made up her mind the second she saw the questions and declared that she wasn’t smart enough to answer these questions.

After she had turned away, I stared down at my work and pondered on her words.

How many of us had been handed something and before we could even try, we shake our head and say, “Can’t do it. Sorry.”

I think I’ve gone a good portion of my life doing exactly that. This year I’ve definitely put a lot of effort in. So far, in math class, I’ve been on top of the game. I’m hoping to keep it exactly like that.

Yesterday, my math teacher had introduced and taught my class a new lesson. Before that certain lesson, I had understood everything. Something that was unusual when it came to math. But anyways, after the lesson was taught, I sat back, pulled out my phone, nudged my friend and said, “This is too hard. I don’t understand it.” For the reminded of the period (there was only five minutes left), I scrolled through Instagram rather than scanning the lesson and asking quick questions.

I took my math textbook home that night and never did the work because I couldn’t stop thinking about how hard the chapter was. Today morning, back in math class, I had the whole period to review the whole unit before our test on Tuesday.

So, I tried to understand the lesson I didn’t understand the previous day and let me tell you how easy it was when I actually tried it.

We force ourselves to believe a lie because we’re too lazy to practice. We’d rather complain than try to understand. We give up too quickly. We make up our minds too quickly. All we need is a little bit of effort.  The negative vibe we have is just a dark, stony cloud hiding the sun.

I vow, from today forth, that I will never mention how hard something is before actually trying it.

Just like how I vowed to never say how tired I am every morning when I’m not even that tired.

Oh, to end this post off positively, after the seven year old was done her page of subtraction, she looked up at Ms.T with a huge smile and said, “Wow, that was easy!”

QOTD: Have you even given up without trying? What was the task?

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Little Monsters 

Children, aka little monsters, fill me with undeniably happiness and a sense of love. There’s just something so amazing about them. Maybe it’s their innocents or the way they smell so good! 

Whatever it is, just making eye contact with a little baby fills me with love. I just grin at them and when they don’t respond, I wiggle my eyebrows. That usually gets an answer, or some times (those awkward moments) they just continue to state at me with that blank look. 

Whetever, I’m not catching feelings because a 3 year old was showing me attitude…fine, just a little. 

But it’s alright because all those giggly children who do choose to smile back make up for those grumpy ones. 

I brought this topic up because recently, I’ve been working with a class full of second graders and I’ve observed many of their behaviors and actions. But that’s for another day. 

I call them little monsters because thas exactly what they can be when they’re tired, angry, grumpy, etc.

They’re all fun and games until they start crying, screaming, picking their nose…all of that ugly stuff.

Their cuteness makes up for it.

QOTD: Do you love children? Do you deal with them on a regular bases? 

(One day someone will respond to my qotd ^ and I will love you forever. I will engrave your name into my brain and wall.) 

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I wish I knew how to spend money

Not knowing how to spend money correctly sounds ridiculous, right? But think about it. How often do you spend money on something that you don’t even need just because it’s on sale? Or how many times have you spend money on something aesthetically pleasing, only to put it in the back of your closet because it’s already too crowded it your house.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m getting better at not spending money on useless things. I think twice before purchasing something that won’t be eaten.

Do I really need it?

Will I use it?

Is it worth the price?

Those are my top three questions I ask myself.

At the moment, I’m staring at the sun glasses I bought over a year ago and still have to use.

I mentioned that I usually think twice before purchasing something unless it’s food. Truth be told, I’ve bought food that I thought I’d eat, only to hand it over to my brothers in hope that they’ll eat it. It’s one of the main reasons I don’t like trying new food. If I don’t like it, I’ll just end up wasting it. I’m trying to reduce the amount of things I waste. Just a few months ago, I bought these chips I saw hanging out on the selves of Wal-Mart, wanting to try it. I tried it, shook my head and put it on the table.

I hope he’ll eat it, I thought as I watched my brother walk past me.

Sadly, neither of them liked it and I got an ear-full from my mom for wasting food.

Back to unnecessarily wasting money; why do we get it if we don’t need it?

The only reason I barely spend much now is because I’m broke. Back then, I was broke too, so I don’t know how I manage to spend.

Oh right, mom came in clutch.

QOTD: Do you spend unnecessarily?

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