i wanted to get the royal family suite on brilliance of the sea.
but when i went online and view the floorplan, i couldn't find it.
i went on princess and it had something simliar but it is more of 2 suites with a connecting living room.
so is the one of royal caribbean the same thing ?
Answer :
Yes, the Royal Family Suite on the Brilliance of the Seas has a living room, and two separate bedrooms, as well as two bathrooms. The link below has all the details about the Royal Family Suite. The second link has a layout. On the Brilliance the RFS are at the back of the ship.
Answer :
go to this website and it shows u the brillance of the seas royal family suite in a 360 view
ps u will have to go down the page a little bit and u want to click on either the 360 tour or enlarge image depending on what u want to look at
Friday, April 30, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
I need some help with quote language.?
Hey!
I need to comment on the language of this quote:
“The moon was sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark. The sea lay quietly, bathed in a shy, light footed light, a dancing play of black and silver that extended without limits all about me.”
1) The moon was sharply defined crescent : is this a metaphor?
2) The sea lay quietly, bathed in a shy, light footed light, a dancing play of black and silver: is moon's light being compared to a play? is this a metaphor to?
and in general, do you notice any other literary elements in the above quote?
Any help would be really appreciated! Thank you!
Answer :
1) I would say that it is imagery rather than a metaphor because a crescent moon is a shape that is commonly used to describe how the moon looks on that particular evening
2) I think it is just using imagery for you to imagine what exactly the setting is rather than metaphors. But I don't know your teachers mindset and how she would grade it. The moonlight is shining and glimmering on the sea like dancing lights, and it entertains her almost as if she was watching a play.
Sea lay quietly is personification because it gives human like characteristics to an inanimate object.
Don't say they are metaphors unless she specifically asked for them because I couldn't find any. It is mostly just vivid imagery
Also what is that from? If the author is that descriptive in her writing I want to read the book.
I need to comment on the language of this quote:
“The moon was sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark. The sea lay quietly, bathed in a shy, light footed light, a dancing play of black and silver that extended without limits all about me.”
1) The moon was sharply defined crescent : is this a metaphor?
2) The sea lay quietly, bathed in a shy, light footed light, a dancing play of black and silver: is moon's light being compared to a play? is this a metaphor to?
and in general, do you notice any other literary elements in the above quote?
Any help would be really appreciated! Thank you!
Answer :
1) I would say that it is imagery rather than a metaphor because a crescent moon is a shape that is commonly used to describe how the moon looks on that particular evening
2) I think it is just using imagery for you to imagine what exactly the setting is rather than metaphors. But I don't know your teachers mindset and how she would grade it. The moonlight is shining and glimmering on the sea like dancing lights, and it entertains her almost as if she was watching a play.
Sea lay quietly is personification because it gives human like characteristics to an inanimate object.
Don't say they are metaphors unless she specifically asked for them because I couldn't find any. It is mostly just vivid imagery
Also what is that from? If the author is that descriptive in her writing I want to read the book.
Friday, April 16, 2010
What's your take on this still developing story I've written?
Kirsten took a longing glimpse out of the window one last time. Her parents, her friends, everything that was part of her had vanished. She would make sure of it. She had to. For now she has been stripped down of her identity. She is no longer an Osworth. She is now a Leighton, en elite. She clenched her fists and she felt a rush of pang in her heart. Avery Dianne Leighton. Avery Dianne Leighton. Kirsten thought to herself over and over again, letting the reality to seep into her mind. But she couldn't stop the mighty guilt that was building up inside of her. Kirsten was ashamed. She had murdered Avery in cold blood and made it look an accident. It was never part of the plan. But in the heat of the moment, her foolishness and fury had blurred her judgement. A gun shot between the eyebrows and blood came gushing out. Avery's pulse had stopped, her heart forever silenced. It was a treacherous way to die. It was a mistake. A huge unforgivable mistake that would haunt Kirsten for the rest of her life. No. No. No.What's done is done. Kirsten couldn't look back now because she had a plan that would at least give her the chance to make up for her past, to undo the damage. That plan is to hop onto a private jet to Princeton and live the life of luxury as Avery Dianne Lieghton. Her grip started to loosen as she imagined of her plan of brilliance.
Kirsten's phone ringed off the hook. She was startled by it. Her hands perspired with fear. Who could it be? No one knew of her whereabouts, let alone her contact number. She took a second to get a grip of herself and in an instant, flinged open the top cover of her phone. A message alert had popped up on the screen. It was a text message from an unknown number. Kirsten had already figured. Her pulse immediately raised and her blood thumped so quickly she suddenly found herself gasping for air. She was appalled by what was inscripted in the message. It was as though, unfathomable.
I know what you did to Avery Dianne Leighton. You are going to be sorry about it.
Kirsten's heart skipped a beat. Her head started to whirled in mad turns. She let the phone slip out her hands and hit the frigid floor. She was in state of shock and she stood there still for a long time, thinking. Thinking hard. Who knows? Who? Kirsten flooded her mind with questions. Was it Detective Hopkins? Had he figured out that it had been Kirsten on the phone blackmailing him all along? Was he playing her tricks on her now? Or was it Agnus Delaney? The powerful girl who ruled Winston High and knew about every discrete detail possible. Could it be her? Kirsten felt vulnerable and despaired. She could no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel. She cringed at the thought of having to go back to her miserable life behind bars. Slowly, she could feel her knees tremble. She collapsed onto the ground, burying her face in her hands. Tears prickled the back of her eyes and she squeezed her lids tight, willing the moisture not to betray her. It's not over. Kirsten found solace in that thought. So she stood up and wiped the tears off her porcelain face, feeling pathetic. She was in desperation. She knew right then and there that she needed a contingency plan. She needed to keep going as there are no detours up to this point. Her stomach spun, her mind reeled with the possibilities of an exit strategy out of this whole mess. She took a deep breath of the sea crisp air and let it calm her senses. Kirsten had always utilized her pragmatism to deal with things and now came a time where those skills would come in handy. Everything that she had worked for hinged on this moment and Kirsten was not about to give up.
Answer :
I think the amount of detail is great, the only thing I found was the names 'Avery' and 'Kirsten' were a tad repetitive, try changing a couple to pronouns. Only my opinion, people may disagree.
Answer :
It is a fantastic start. It grips you as soon as you read it, which always sells. You must grip the reader at the start. You go into a lot of detail, yet not so much detail that it bores you. The other thing that is fantastic is your grammar. Most authors write and write and don't stop to check spelling errors or bad punctuation, until they finish it, print it out (unless it's hand-written) and do another copy, making sure they correct their previous mistakes (But i would imagine this would take forever!). I think you have a great gift and i think you should keep going!!!
Kirsten's phone ringed off the hook. She was startled by it. Her hands perspired with fear. Who could it be? No one knew of her whereabouts, let alone her contact number. She took a second to get a grip of herself and in an instant, flinged open the top cover of her phone. A message alert had popped up on the screen. It was a text message from an unknown number. Kirsten had already figured. Her pulse immediately raised and her blood thumped so quickly she suddenly found herself gasping for air. She was appalled by what was inscripted in the message. It was as though, unfathomable.
I know what you did to Avery Dianne Leighton. You are going to be sorry about it.
Kirsten's heart skipped a beat. Her head started to whirled in mad turns. She let the phone slip out her hands and hit the frigid floor. She was in state of shock and she stood there still for a long time, thinking. Thinking hard. Who knows? Who? Kirsten flooded her mind with questions. Was it Detective Hopkins? Had he figured out that it had been Kirsten on the phone blackmailing him all along? Was he playing her tricks on her now? Or was it Agnus Delaney? The powerful girl who ruled Winston High and knew about every discrete detail possible. Could it be her? Kirsten felt vulnerable and despaired. She could no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel. She cringed at the thought of having to go back to her miserable life behind bars. Slowly, she could feel her knees tremble. She collapsed onto the ground, burying her face in her hands. Tears prickled the back of her eyes and she squeezed her lids tight, willing the moisture not to betray her. It's not over. Kirsten found solace in that thought. So she stood up and wiped the tears off her porcelain face, feeling pathetic. She was in desperation. She knew right then and there that she needed a contingency plan. She needed to keep going as there are no detours up to this point. Her stomach spun, her mind reeled with the possibilities of an exit strategy out of this whole mess. She took a deep breath of the sea crisp air and let it calm her senses. Kirsten had always utilized her pragmatism to deal with things and now came a time where those skills would come in handy. Everything that she had worked for hinged on this moment and Kirsten was not about to give up.
Answer :
I think the amount of detail is great, the only thing I found was the names 'Avery' and 'Kirsten' were a tad repetitive, try changing a couple to pronouns. Only my opinion, people may disagree.
Answer :
It is a fantastic start. It grips you as soon as you read it, which always sells. You must grip the reader at the start. You go into a lot of detail, yet not so much detail that it bores you. The other thing that is fantastic is your grammar. Most authors write and write and don't stop to check spelling errors or bad punctuation, until they finish it, print it out (unless it's hand-written) and do another copy, making sure they correct their previous mistakes (But i would imagine this would take forever!). I think you have a great gift and i think you should keep going!!!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Have you danced the love dance????!!!! Poem by me, I'm so happy! I'm 14! Please comment!!!?
The Love Dance
I am in the centre of a thousand clover gazes, the flourishing vein-
On a dark, star fish pressed leaf. An ivy infant in a world of moss.
I slam my heels beneath the lantern kindled roof, shuttered from the rain,
And pass my elbow to a coal stained hand, we dance in the symmetry of a ribboned cross.
Amongst so many merry hearts, we sail down the wooden path,
Fringed with curls of laughter and pairs of withered hands that birth this love song.
Clapping together beside the trill weaving of the whistle's nectar laugh,
Side stepping down the clamour of captivated lovers, twisting through the throng.
I have fallen into the lover's spectrum of emerald waters, the lily spray on opal hearts,
Cleansing us both in a fall of moon dappled lace, frayed with the spark of rose thread.
The sun pours honey down onto our sweet, young souls. Blessing us in the sky's roaring arts,
For the sky is the sea and the sea is the sky! Dance with me! Dance until dead!
With music to embrace our shamrock hearts, we will delve into the waters-
The crystal marine sheets of thickened brine, o'er parchment fingers, locked in white spray.
I am the swiftly sailing maiden, the young heart of seven sun caressed daughters,
In this jubilation of brilliance I shall honour my father, who blessed me on this day!
Joyous, joyous are we beneath the bruise of thunder on a rolling sky,
Beneath a dew paled, amber cut sunrise that grapples for us in her locket of awe.
From the wondrous flames of autumn canopy, to the rippling waters of July,
I fell swiftly into this dance of love, bounding over the oak cut floor.
Answer :
This is really really really good
Keep writing, and I think you should songwrite too. If you are a god singer... Wow. Or if you're not just get royalties for writing songs. =D
I am in the centre of a thousand clover gazes, the flourishing vein-
On a dark, star fish pressed leaf. An ivy infant in a world of moss.
I slam my heels beneath the lantern kindled roof, shuttered from the rain,
And pass my elbow to a coal stained hand, we dance in the symmetry of a ribboned cross.
Amongst so many merry hearts, we sail down the wooden path,
Fringed with curls of laughter and pairs of withered hands that birth this love song.
Clapping together beside the trill weaving of the whistle's nectar laugh,
Side stepping down the clamour of captivated lovers, twisting through the throng.
I have fallen into the lover's spectrum of emerald waters, the lily spray on opal hearts,
Cleansing us both in a fall of moon dappled lace, frayed with the spark of rose thread.
The sun pours honey down onto our sweet, young souls. Blessing us in the sky's roaring arts,
For the sky is the sea and the sea is the sky! Dance with me! Dance until dead!
With music to embrace our shamrock hearts, we will delve into the waters-
The crystal marine sheets of thickened brine, o'er parchment fingers, locked in white spray.
I am the swiftly sailing maiden, the young heart of seven sun caressed daughters,
In this jubilation of brilliance I shall honour my father, who blessed me on this day!
Joyous, joyous are we beneath the bruise of thunder on a rolling sky,
Beneath a dew paled, amber cut sunrise that grapples for us in her locket of awe.
From the wondrous flames of autumn canopy, to the rippling waters of July,
I fell swiftly into this dance of love, bounding over the oak cut floor.
Answer :
This is really really really good
Keep writing, and I think you should songwrite too. If you are a god singer... Wow. Or if you're not just get royalties for writing songs. =D
Friday, April 2, 2010
I need some help with these sentences, anyone can help?
Identify the error in the sentence using the following abbreviations
MM (Misplaced Modifier), SM (Squinting Modifier), DM (Dangling Modifier) or FP (Faulty Parallelism).
1. The rescue team almost arrived too late.
2. He knew what to hardly say.
3. Twisting the valve tightly shut, the fire hydrant stopped spewing water into the street.
4. The scientist received high marks for his brilliance and because he was humorous.
5. While gathering fish out of his net, a sea urchin stung the fisherman.
6. We enjoyed his company because of his stories and how he told them.
7. Mary noticed sometimes her hair was askew.
8. Admitting that he was partially at fault, the driver tried to not completely avoid taking blame.
9. While playing basketball in the driveway, my ball was punctured by a cactus.
10. Baring his teeth and growling, the mailman edged nervously away from the dog.
11. Dad said on the way to the game we would stop for ice cream.
12. Dillan tried to sweep the messy leaves from the roof with the broom.
Answer :
1. what grade are you in because that's hard
2. im sorry
MM (Misplaced Modifier), SM (Squinting Modifier), DM (Dangling Modifier) or FP (Faulty Parallelism).
1. The rescue team almost arrived too late.
2. He knew what to hardly say.
3. Twisting the valve tightly shut, the fire hydrant stopped spewing water into the street.
4. The scientist received high marks for his brilliance and because he was humorous.
5. While gathering fish out of his net, a sea urchin stung the fisherman.
6. We enjoyed his company because of his stories and how he told them.
7. Mary noticed sometimes her hair was askew.
8. Admitting that he was partially at fault, the driver tried to not completely avoid taking blame.
9. While playing basketball in the driveway, my ball was punctured by a cactus.
10. Baring his teeth and growling, the mailman edged nervously away from the dog.
11. Dad said on the way to the game we would stop for ice cream.
12. Dillan tried to sweep the messy leaves from the roof with the broom.
Answer :
1. what grade are you in because that's hard
2. im sorry
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