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we see what we want, and keep seeing it until something happens to make us see what *is*
realizing that 'gone' did not mean, as it always had, 'forever.'
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Once upon a time, there was a princess. But her story was a little different from the others, for there was no noble prince to save her from desolate towers, evil sorceresses, or enchanted slumbers.
The princess was the elder of the two crown children, her brother to be heir. She spent her days in her tower chamber, reading stories of adventure and romance. And for that, she detested her own life, which was bereft of both. She left her room only for meals and lessons, both of which she scorned. She had no great love for the daily family gatherings, where her father would go on about the news of the kingdom, her shy, frail mother would sit and sift through her foods, and her brother would gloat at the king's side, hanging on to his every word. Her lessons were tiresome and tedious. Day in, day out, she worked by her mother's side on embroidery or hemming; else she spent hot afternoons learning intricate, useless dance steps and etiquette. She longed for her brother's riding lessons, his daily lectures of history, sparring with the castle guards. But she despised the young boy himself. She hated that her father loved him best, because he was to be ruler, and she, she was only to be sent off, married to some old, ugly count for his allegiance to her father's kingdom. How the princess wished to go off on an adventure, and meet a wonderful prince, and fall in love. She minded not the hardships of the novels, for the end always justified the means, or so she thought.
On the day of her sixteenth birthday, her betrothal to a lord of a large township was announced, the wedding date planned for three months after. That night, the princess made up her mind to leave the comforts of her home and go off onto her romantic adventure. She packed up her most treasured belongings and headed off into the night. But she soon found it harder than the novels portrayed.
As she spent her days in 'freedom' she began to wish for the comforts of her own bed, castle and kingdom. She walked most of the day, unsure of where she was going, for she had no landmarks in the everlasting forest that stretched all around her father's kingdom. She had brought little to eat, and scavenging for food was harder than the stories told. She had to sleep on the hard, wet ground every night, and she began to tire of this adventurous life. She had still not found a wonderful prince from a far off country, who would take her away to his kingdom. The princess despaired, wishing she had never left her home. Many times she thought to turn back, but she was too proud to leave her quest yet. She thought of the heroines that conquered hunger and danger to be saved by a charming prince.
Though she did not know it, the princess was wondering farther and farther away from her kingdom, and heading towards the sea. There sat upon a cliff, a dark, gloomy castle, where a cruel, selfish king lived. But the princess knew none of this, though as she neared the ocean, she could smell the salty air wafting towards her. One day, hungry and forlorn, wishing for food and warmth, she stumbled past the forest and onto the sandy dunes of the ocean side. Crying aloud, she pranced happily in the sands, glad for some change in scenery. The princess even forgot momentarily about the pains that ailed her body.
When dusk fell, the princess collapsed down in the soft sands. But now her stomach protested, for she had not eaten for many hours since. But though she scoured the land, there was nothing edible in the barren terrain, only bunches of salty seaweed, that though she tried to eat, could not force down. The princess was tired, and decided that she would sleep, and perhaps in the morning she would find food. So she lay down by the sea, ignorant of the dangers, and fell into a fitful slumber.
As she slept, a blood-red Viking ship rode the waves. Enemies of the king on the cliff, they had planned to land in the deep of night and set fire to the gloomy castle. But when they anchored down, the first of the Vikings found the princess, lying in the sands asleep, and they decided to take her on board. It was only after the kidnapping that the Vikings set out to flame the castle. But alas, the cruel king had set guard to watch for the ship, and when their men snuck up the cliff, the king's soldiers surrounded both the Vikings and their ship. The king took them all hostage, even the princess.
When the princess awoke, she found herself lying on a soft cot. For some moments she revelled in the feeling of a soft bed, before she realized that she should not be there. Sitting up, she found herself alone in a small dark room. She wondered where she was, but did not have to look far for the answer, for at that moment, the door opened, and the king entered. He was darkly handsome, with raven black hair, and eyes the colour of cold blue midnight. The king sat by the princess's bed, and she backed away, but the king only laughed. He did not recognise that she was the princess of the great kingdom to his east; he was so detached from others that he had not heard of the frantic search for her. The evil king told the young woman of whom he was, and that she should feel honoured to be in his house. And that he should honour her host. The princess did not understand at first, but at the lustful look in the king's eyes, she realized what he wanted, and backed away in fear, clutching at her sheets. The king advanced, crawling onto the satin sheets, telling her not to be afraid. And though the princess resisted, pounding her tiny fists against the older man, she could not win, and when he was done, the king left her, bleeding and broken on the satin sheets, and locked her in the little windowless room.
And the princess wept, for this was not the wonderful romantic story of her books. It was not at all like the passionate scenes of love described in her novels; it was pain and horror, dishonour and disgrace. The princess wept for all that she had lost, her innocence and her childhood. But not only that, she wept for her family, whom she had never appreciated. She wanted so much to be held in her mother's arms, wanted her father and her brother to promise to protect her. She wept alone in that tiny room until finally, exhausted, she fell into a dreamless sleep.
Many days were spent alone in that room, and nightly when she slept, servants would bring food to her. One time she tried staying up; perhaps she could use the servants to escape. But that night, as she sat wide eyed on the soft bed, no one came. And she spent that day foodless. She soon realized that she would have no food if she would not cooperate. The princess believed that the king had forgotten about her; she had not seen him since that first night. And for that she was glad; she never wanted to see his face again. She was content with staying in this desolate room if it meant at least that he would not be there.
But alas, her hopes were dashed, as one night as the princess lay in bed waiting for sleep, the door opened to the king. At first she believed it a servant thinking her asleep, but when she looked up and saw his tall frame, she knew it wasn't over. The princess pretended to sleep, but whether he believed her or not, the king grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently. She cried for him to stop, and he leered at her, pinning her to the bed. And no matter how she screamed, no one came to her aid.
This time when the king was done, he stayed in the room, tucking the princess back into her sheets almost gently. But she shrank away from his touch, crying bitterly. The king shook his head at the girl, telling her that she would soon get
used to it, and left the room.
When the princess finally stopped weeping, she did not lay dormant in her bed. She got up and stalked around the room in anger and despair. She would not live for this. If there was no way for her to leave, then she would escape this horror. She picked up a cutting knife from her dinner, ready to use it upon her wrists when two servants burst into the room, grabbing her and wrenching the knife away from her. Though she beat her captives and cried, they only left her to her bed, gathering all the tools and utensils in the room. Soon the room was bare except for the bed and the chair that the king often sat in. The princess wept bitterly now, soaking her down-filled pillows. She realised then that she was forever watched by the servants of the king, and they could be of no use to her. They would not help her escape; for who could watch the cruelties of the evil king, and not try to help?
Days, months passed, and the princess had lost all hope. She no longer fought the king when he had his way with her, and over time, the king led her out of her desolate dungeon and gave her a room of her own in the castle. He knew that she was broken, and would not try to escape. It was true, the princess had nothing left in her to resist. She had long given up on rescue, and spend countless days wishing she had not been so ignorant. The routine never changed; the princess would spend days alone in her room, coming out only for meals with the king, and at night, he would come into her bed. Her body was used to the hardship, and truthfully, he was not so rough with her than she believed. The king had come to care for the princess, in his own, twisted way. Days went on like this, with no change, until one day, sitting alone in her room, the princess watched as a parade of horses and men entered the gates of the castle. She was curious as to who the visitors were; she knew they would have to be allies of the king himself, and would be of no help to her situation. But still, some part of her, buried deep where it could hide from the pain of reality was the tiniest glimmer of hope, that this new change could benefit her.
It was at dinner time, when she was sent for by the king, that the princess learned of the visitor. It was the king's very own son, come to pay tribute to his father. The prince was more handsome than his father, with chocolate skin and eyes the colour of the sea. He was courteous to the princess, and reminded her of her past, where whole courts would greet her as princess of a great kingdom. She sat across from the dark prince through dinner, eating listlessly, until dismissed to her room by the king. For once, her spirits were lifted; she was not be to used tonight, the king was too busy with his son for her. She gave a silent thanks to the young prince, for he had given her a short reprieve. She spent most of the night thinking of the prince, and her illusions of fantasy came back to her. Perhaps this prince would be the one to save her from the evil king's clutches. She would do anything to leave this retched castle. That night, she got her wish. As she was getting ready for bed, the door opened. She shuddered, thinking it was the king, come for her, but when she turned to face the door, the prince stood in its archway. He was gentle and quiet, asking if he was bothering her. He came in, and told her that he knew of his father's ways, and condemned them. The princess was enthralled by the prince, and pleaded for his help. She told her that he would be rewarded greatly if he could bring her back to her kingdom. For surely, her father had been searching for her. Little did she know, that her father had died, leaving her brother in reign, and that he had pronounced her dead, calling off the royal search. Her brother had grown selfish and arrogant, and now, with the power of the kingdom behind him, he could do as he liked. He cared little for his blood sister. But the princess knew of none of this, and so made her promises to the dark prince. But the prince knew of her kingdom, and her brother, he had plans of his own, that would not yet be revealed. And so, he swore that he would help her escape, and take her back to her kingdom. But to do so, he would have to defeat his father. The princess readily agreed to this, for she had spend countless months under his control, and would be glad to see him fall. When the prince told her what she had to do, she had doubts only for a moment.
The next night, the princess waited patiently for the king to come, for the prince had assured her he would. She was not afraid, she had little left to be afraid for. When he came, she lay back and let him do to her what he willed, but when he was finished, she pulled the prince's dagger from under her sheets and plunged it deep into this back. The king looked at her in shock before he fell heavy against her. His dead weight pinned her against the bed, and the princess began to panic. But she resolved herself, and with a great might, pushed the king off of her. She dressed in a frenzy, and met the prince outside the gates where they had planned. She was ecstatic; she was to be free and she was to go home!
But alas, her hopes were ill placed. For when the dark prince brought her back to her palace home, she realised that everything had changed. She couldn't comprehend it. It was only when she was brought before the king that she realised. It was her brother sitting on the throne; her father had died. She still had hope, for surely her brother would take her in; he would see that she was his sister. But her hopes were dashed, when her brother the king refused to admit she was the long-lost sister. He proclaimed that his sister had died long ago, and that she was just an imposter. When the princess looked to her mother for help, she was faced with a hollow, lost woman. Her mother had faced too much grief in her life. The princess didn't know what to, she turned to the dark prince for his aid once again, thinking that he was all she had left. And so the prince struck a deal with the new king, he would take the girl as his wife, and so free the royal family of this burden. When the princess heard this, she was shocked. This was not what she wanted! But her brother, seeing the benefits of this bargain, agreed to the dark prince's wishes, and they became allies over the union. The princess cried and pleaded with the dark prince, but he only laughed at her, telling her she would have been better off with his father, for he was old, and would have died soon. Now the princess would have to contend with him, and he was not so gentle as his father. His true allegiance was exposed; he had never had anyone's interests in mind but his own. He was only using the princess as a tool to get to her kingdom, and into the king's graces. And it was all lost for the princess. She finally realised that she had fled one hopeless situation, only to fall into another. And this time, there would be no prince to save her. She was once again a prisoner, forced to live the will of another.
And that is my story, for better or for worse; for not all stories end in happily ever after, not all chances are taken when given, and not all princesses live to find their perfect prince.
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I'm watching you, through the crowd, making your every move a memory. I think of all the things I want to say, all the things you'll say back to me. I'm moving towards you, pushing through the crowd in a daze. I have eyes only for you. My mind sets up the scene, what'll happen, how it'll play out, as I stumble towards you. You don't notice me. You never notice; with your dark tinted glasses and fast moving pace. Always headed somewhere, always someplace to go, something to do. But I'll keep up. You're almost within touching distance, and I reach out. Brush against your shoulder. You turn, and I catch your eye. Suddenly, there's no one else, despite the fact that the streets are swarming, all I see is you and me. The noise is tuned out, everything's silent. 'I'm sorry, do I know you?' you ask, tilting your head curiously. I have every answer, every story. I can tell you everything. But I don't say anything at all. I stare and you start to look uncomfortable. 'Hello,' I stutter. You smile a little, but move away. 'Wait!' I call, before you turn away. You look back, but now you're weary. 'I, just wanted to say hello... again.' 'What?' You don't understand. You can't remember. You never do. But I remember. And one day, I'll tell you. I'll know the words to say, to make you remember. But now I'm running away, and you're watching me go, incomprehending. Maybe next time... I'll tell you how much I love you, and you'll remember how much you love me...
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[edit : ] At a conversion rate of about 1.6, it would mean 40 dollars per person. Ack. Jeez. Damn Americans.
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Need to do a splash image for the Aya layout. Will go looking for one now.
[edit:] Oh! I already have one made. Wow... suprising. I thought I had made a mistake when I was reading the prev. posts saying I had one made. Didn't remember this. :P Just need to put the required/best viewed stuff on it, and it's ready to go.
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Helium - He
Lithium - Li
Beryllium - Be
Boron - B
Carbon - C
Nitrogen - N
Oxygen - O
Flourine - F
Neon - Ne
Sodium - Na
Magnesium - Mg
Aluminium - Al
Silicon - Si
Phosphorus - P
Sulphur - S
Chlorine - Cl
Argon - Ar
Potassium - K
Calcium - Ca
The first twenty elements and their symbol, memorized in an hour. Yes, I am a loser, but yes, I am *good*. ^_^
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Heartache to heartache...
We stand.
No Promises...
No Demands.
Love is a Battlefield [from Love Is A Battlefield]
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Hey, mutual dislike of Luthor! :P *sigh* No Lex yet; still waiting. Kyla's hitting on Clark though; and vice versa. :P Bleh. Damn you romantic interests. *glare* What's Lex supposed to do against all these female romantic interests poping up?!
Eww, Lionol in skin tight t-shirt. *twitch, twitch*
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fell from Heaven up above.
Now you know, silly thing,
nothing hurts as much as love.
Poem on this site.
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A friend will wait forever if you ask them to, but is willing to move on if you love them enough to let them go.
Friendship is determined by the strength of the bond; not what you're willing to do, but what you'll gladly do for another.
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Jesus. That is too funny. Was looking up phallic (don't ask me why, was after looking up anal) and this turned up.
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come old from new
and friend turn foe
I need just you
I'll walk away
from all I knew
turn from the past
to be with you
and if I ever
doubt what to do
I'll always know
the choice is you
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Did the volunteering last night. Of the 24 people who I knew at the mall, *one* came and bought a ticket. How sad is that? And Julie stole candy canes from us too! Fools. James only bought one ticket. It's really sad. But, we did sell over 100 $ in raffle tickets, so, oh well. Me and Iris were both there. Tiring, because we didn't sit. Probly could have, but didn't. :P
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On another note, Yugi's totally cute. His new clothes, from the new episodes are really, really cute. *grin* Was trying to watch Buffy, but Yugi's captivated me. *grin*
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"Don't start with me, Clark," Lex warned. "Someone was in here messing with my shoes."
"And you'd know, because you count them."
"Clark--"
"Every morning, too."
"Clark--"
"Just in case they get up and walk away."
*grin* This is from below. Henry Jones Jr. Obessions. So funny. ^_^
Clark blinked behind closed eyelids - anybody else see the wrongness of this sentence?
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I want to go!!!
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to draw the line
but it ends up running down the middle of me
most of the time
neat song lyrics. out of range, ani difranco. Not that I know who or what that is. But neat.
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From the Irish root meaning "Crooked"
Expression
Juliana is a pathological liar.
Personality
Juliana would not be a good candidate to babysit your children.
Natural
Juliana likes animals-- perhaps too much.
Emotional
Juliana is deceptively warm and endearing.
Character
Juliana tends to get others down.
Physical
Juliana is often violently flatulent.
Mental
Juliana can be apathetic to a fault.
Motivation
Juliana has a god complex.
It's somewhat sad how much of this is true. And it's just supposed to be a joke. -_- It's from this site btw.
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Find out your inner-Our Lady Peace song!
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Was up late last night. Late-ish. Dying my hair tonight. But school tomorrow, which sucks. :P I need to work on my myth. *sigh*
Will go do so now.
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But enough of the melodrama. :P Buffy was cool. Think it also contributed to this mood of mine. Gonna go read some GW, no more jenn for a while; only gonna pull me under. :P
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'I've never been anyone else's.'
Three Impossible Things by jenn. It's... not perfect. It's not the perfect that you'd read in so many fics. When they just *fit*. Because they don't. Clark pushes, Lex freezes... but, there's never been anyone else.
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out in the universe,
black void of space.
a star dies
before our eyes,
but we don't take notice.
too far away;
too small to care.
another star dies,
while we live.
but we don't all live,
for we all die too.
as days fly by,
another will fall victim to
the fate of the star.
That. Because of an hour + of Sci. notes. :P It's so bad. Arg. What can I do. I've got Rockets. *grin* Yeha. And a stash of more Halloween candy, but that's not the point. :) Math is tedious. And hard to remember. Science... well, you'd be surprised at the things that you retain from gr. 8 Sci.
Characteristics of Living Things (8)
respiration
movement
irritability
adaptability
growth
death
reproduction
metabolism (ingestion > digestion > excretion)
Sad isn't it? -_-;;;
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depressing." Tara, _Buffy the Vampire Slayer_
Eheheh. That's funny. *giggle* From this. The links don't work until you delete the duplicated smallville/ in the invididual story urls. Very cute, very funny.
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Which fandom archetype are you?
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Why Will You Go To Hell?
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Oh no... they're still gonna kill Syd's mom. Jeez.
Oh god. Sloan's wife isn't in the coffin. *twitch* Jeez. You know, they probly should have cliff hangered. And I missed everything just before. Bleh.
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Oh no... the virus... shit. No! Not Vaughn! Nooooooo! Jesus! Not Vaughn, not Sydney! *gasp* Ah. That's where the bed scene is from. Containment cell. *twitch* Scary thought. Why's he dressed so down? Lookit the wrinkly T-shirt!
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Dumdumdum. Kidney transplant. Exciting. Arg. Can't for the life of me remember Sydney's dad's name. Eeew! That's gross. Poor person who knew Syd's mom. *twitch* Em...what the hell is his name?! Arg. *sigh*
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Grasshopper. Heh. Sloan. *twitch* Eck. 'I don't trust *anything* you say. Was that in the last ep. too? Or no?
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Maybe I'll do a GT layout with Rinoa. Hmm...
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Ahh, this is excellent. *grin* Read it on a sig. It amused me.
And today's BMB was sweet. I want Collin and Fox to get together. ^_^ And Skids and Cy. Jeez. Takes so long. :P
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Or maybe I liked being all Mr Dark-and-Broody Billowing-Coat-of-Pain too much for my own good.
He never could sleep deeply, not anymore. It required trust, and Draco felt empty and cold inside.
That was me non-thinking, having a non-thought that was not about Draco bloody Malfoy.
if the Malfoys ever started crying, they would not be able to stop
poison the waters and burn the sky
He could just imagine her looking at him in that level headed ‘I brook no opposition’ way and saying, ‘See this? This is my resolve face. It means I’m resolved.’
[various quotes from HP fanficcer Abbandon]
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I'm falling, down from here.
I'm falling, you can't help me;
You're still in the air.
I'm tumbling through the clouds,
Watching you watching me.
And you're still in the sky,
Falling away from me.
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for i am afraid of heights, and you make me dizzy.
Neat except from a poem, winner of 2001 Nanashi contest.
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Awww.. Vaughn, go comfort her.
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What is with this ep. and ugly old men without tops? Why can't we see Vaughn without a shirt? I'll even settle for Will without a shirt. Even Sydney's *dad*! would be better than the ugly old men.
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O.O ... dear god... and yet... it's incredibly true...... O.O;;
1:21 p.m. // this is my reality \\
Juliana:
You have a love of travel and adventure, and you enjoy sports. You also have a very strong sense of fair play and want justice. You are soft-hearted with a charitable nature. You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you. You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. You enjoy being stroked verbally and physically. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. You have a need to be up front.
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Financial gains and status are important elements in your life. You want to do things in your own way and on your own terms. You need to learn the meaning of true giving. You can be quite inventive and quite curious. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr.
1:20 p.m. // this is my reality \\
We have a new couch by the way. Which was why I didn't blog yesterday morning; we had a dentist appointment, and then we had to move the couch in. Two new leather couches for the living room. Very cool. And I've finished all homework due tomorrow, just need to print the FS stuff out. But I need to do my math as well. Which I will do soon.
1:11 p.m. // this is my reality \\