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John Donne

2008-02-22T08:27:00.001-08:00

For this Love is enraged with me,
Yet kills not ; if I must example be
To future rebels, if th' unborn
Must learn by my being cut up and torn,
Kill, and dissect me, Love ; for this
Torture against thine own end is ;
Rack'd carcasses make ill anatomies.
- John Donne

If 'twere not so, what did become
Of my heart when I first saw thee?
I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room I carried none with me.
If it had gone to thee, I know
Mine would have taught thine heart to show
More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.
-john Donne

2 of my favs

YES! my blog is officially unwanted and well.. erm... never visited? and erm... unwanted... did i just say that?

2008-02-22T08:23:00.000-08:00

Take me to you, imprison me
for i never shall be free,
nor ever chased except you ravish me.
this love will last untill the
ends of time, and even then,
i would halt time; so that time would
last forever and love everlasting. hahaha trying to get in touch with my poetic side..

Dinner with my cuz i have never met in my life

2008-01-06T06:31:00.000-08:00

the title says it all...i just took the most intresting thing at the dinner place(some weired restraunt), tried squid ink pasta yay....zzz.... sorry for the looooong wait... hehe

random past scenes

2007-08-17T06:02:00.000-07:00

hmm... odds of her not talking to me...99.9%...ill take it! thats 0.01% more than the last!

My Archives...

2007-08-14T02:36:00.000-07:00

When you borrow something you see through,till it meets the hands of its owner. WHEN YOU BORROW MY BOOKS AND DONT RETURN THEM I'D RATHER YOU HIT ME! ______if.. its damaged.. im gonna ""steal your liabary""

Worst Maths Test EVER.....

2007-08-14T01:47:00.000-07:00

calculator broke just as i keyed in the first question...questions were in EqNs...

Emo weekly

2007-08-13T02:11:00.000-07:00

You made a place in my heart where I thought none for anything else,You have made flowers grow where i cultivated dust and stones.Rember this, on this journey you insist on making.if you die,i will not survive you long.

wise words of Hiro the Jap guy

2007-07-31T07:32:00.000-07:00

went with parents for dinner with jap guys.
Wise words from MR Hiro-"pretty gal,(long pause)90% bad heart(starts touching his chest)(sticks an inverted thumb)".

Emo weekly

2007-07-24T05:11:00.001-07:00

If love were blind,i live in a void wrapped in nothing but you.

----Chapter 3----(A)

2007-07-22T08:10:00.000-07:00

Lord Ren stood on one of the gordy decorated belconies of his estate overlooking the feilds of Ehllan and distanced watch towers in late evening. He was taller than most people his age,with a body which spoke of the sword though paler from practcing indoors. His coat a dark dark blue,embroided with lacework,crawled all the way till the rim of his neck. The silver falcon sewn stright across his chest from shoulder to shoulder reminded his followers of his stature,the soul heir of the Great lord Ehllan.

His burnished long sword hung by his waist,it looked at one with him. He had just finished his time in the dungeons,and had come up this far to clear his thoughts away from those watchfull eyes.

Ignoring the view,Lord Ren paced back and forth thinking with his fingers. "Why had his father send two legions of his best men down river towards his domain.","Why send the iron fists(The Iron Fist--Blademasters of the Great Lord of Ehllan) redied for battle." he noticed something amiss.

From the corner of his eye,a silver blade sprung from the depths of the blood red balcony curtains. Lord Ren acted on reflex,long sword flared from his waist,"crane takes flight" in two gentle steps. Head and arm was off the attacker,its dead and lifeless body fell limp across the marbeled floor.

He spun around taking in the horizon,he had anticipated this move from his father. Flame erupted from the watchtowers burning a hole in the dark of night. And in the distance the banner,the wind arrow of Ehllan shone high above The Silver Falcon which at that moment was set ablaze. Lord ren turned and charged down his estates weathered stairs.

Battle had already begun in the outer fringes of his domain, men fought men some screaming and others shouting battle crys. He had to ralley his men somehow,unite them under one song "For The Silver Falcon,The Falcon soars!". his one shout was joined by others,at first only a handfull recited in the frenzy,but after beating down the first wind arrow party he had enough men to form a legion. They fought through halls,along the square of meetings, form corridor to corridor. On one ocasion he took on ten men with five with as few as two deaths.

Sweat rolled from the corner of his eye,he stood alone in the Great Hall facing at least twenty armed spearmaen. the mixture of blood and sweat seeped into a gash under his lower jaw,left from a failed attempt at his head. Pain filled his face,he could hardly move his mouth without feeling that it would fall open. One of the intricately carved doors opposite the yong lord flung open.

----Chapter 1----(T)

2007-07-21T08:01:00.000-07:00

As he stubbled out of his fathers wine cellar,Lance son of Tear of the fields of Ehllan embraced the bone chilling wind and rain,as he stepped out of the musty darkness and into the cold frenzy of crazed droplets. Stopping to catch his breath, he gazed around gathering his surroundings,unconsiously acting as a filter for the damp air. He was darker then most boys his age as a result of the long hours in the field with his father,Of an average height and quite largely built.

The wind wipped round his head,thrething to pull of the roots of his hair but his short cropped locks were as stubborn as a mule at midday. He stood there for a moment,and realised his boots had collected enough water for a washbasin. Then ran frantic towards his fathers estate.

----Prologue----(A)

2007-07-20T07:31:00.000-07:00

The 5th age
Sparks flew as metal rang upon metal,muttering a curse,Lord Ren of the house of ehllan turned toward his opponent,sweat matted his hair,his breathing heavied. Flame errupted in the corner of his mind,the sweet sensation of emotion engulfed him removing pain as it swelled.

He took a step forward,he felt his opponent,felt him raising his sword,felt the blade as it fell. In a fluid counter stroke Lord Ren spun the attacker to his side,revealing an opening across his chest. He plunged his sword in a spiral fassion,only to be stopped short by an even heavier blade,which slammed his nearly out of his hands.

Pulling off his blindfold,the first eye he met was his trainers,his face scared and placid never bearing a shread of emotion even during his childhood days,watched him intently.His arm still shook from the aftershock of his blade but Lord Ren managed to pull that aside.

Letting go of the rage that was in him took more effort then that of the whole practice round. Gathering himself he stretched out a hand to help his fallen opponent,positive gestures were exchanged,but broke when his trainer stepped in.

He was a blademaster,and the young lord only a small frament of what he was to become."punishment",he had a horse voice that reverbrated throughout the pratice halls,"A week in the dungeons should remind a yong lord never to use emotion as an asset in battle for the twelveth time.". feet dragging,Lord Ren forced himself to obey,in fear of his father.