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a simple kenning to the common tongue

"My king..."

He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, deep in his thoughts. The voice that spoke to him in his mind seemed far away. Too far, perhaps. Whether it was real or an illusion, he knew not. The man was in his mind, probing to the far reaches of the domain of his creation.

"My queen,"

And there she was, his lovely queen. Beautiful, nubile, and voluptuous; she was his morning and evening star. The king loved her dearly, and she to him. They were both young and foolish, but back then, those thoughts never once crossed his mind. She was his world, and he was given a mission; to crown this beautiful flower as his queen of love and beauty.

It was a difficult mission, but he was not one to give up so easily. As skillful as he was in bed with the lady, he was also an excellent tactician and speaker. Couple that with his position as the ruler, he was unstoppable. The lady stood no chance against him, nor did his assailants and protesters. In the end, he was king, and he gets what he wants.

It was a chase, a thrilling run, a stressful ordeal; all to reach that goal. And like any other man, he enjoyed challenging games very much.

"I am with child, my king," she bowed, "Your son,"

He was sure, he was so very sure that it was. The guests were invited, the christening arranged, the envoys sent to deliver the good news to the other rulers; he had them all arranged.

"A son?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow, "I am to have a son, you say?"

"An heir to your throne, beloved," she smiled, rubbing her hand over her bloated tummy, "The continuity of your legacy,"

The king rolled to the side of his bed, staring at his table filled with books. He was preparing. Yet...

There was a knock on the door. "Your Majesty," said a voice from behind it.

He looked up to the door, remembering who it was, and sighed; "Enter,"

The door opened...

"What is it?" she cried in desperation, "Please, tell me!"

Her dearest sister stood by her side, calming her down with her gentle caresses and coos. She smiled and whispered into her sister's ears of the child.

And as soon as she heard that, the queen of love and beauty fainted.

The king seemed to ignore whoever it was that entered the door. He rolled again and landed on his back, his eyes going back to the ceiling once more.

"What is it?" he demanded, stepping into the room.

The queen, in all her grace and beauty, announced it with pride; "A beautiful princess," despite her words and her demeanor, she was highly disappointed with herself.

He stared into her eyes, seeing all his hardwork and all the troubles he went through just sinking down the drain like it was all for nothing. This beautiful flower of his had conceived a princess when what he dreamed of was...

"My queen, you and I," he started slowly, swallowing the disappointment, swallowing the frustration that was about to burst forth from within him, "We are both young. There is still time," but even he doubted his own truth that he wanted to believe in.

He turned and left.

"Your Majesty," she bowed.

That was it, this was his downfall, again; he lost it.

He turned to look at a young woman, standing by his door. Smiling, he rose from his bed and approached her, scanning the woman's physique from top to bottom like a predator to its prey. She was a pretty little thing; scared, timid, and in awe of the king's presence.

Her body tensed as he moved in closer, his hands groping her small, lithe body. He touched the smoothness of her skin, letting his tongue run across it from the nape of her neck to her white shoulder. He heard her gasp, and in his grasp, he felt her shudder; she was ready.

Smirking, he moved his lips closer to her ears, breathing into it first before whispering his request to the woman; "Do you play chess, my lady?"

And there, in his arms, was his most prized possession; his queen of love and beauty. His, and his alone.

"I love you," he said to her, "You are my only one, my love, the only one I ever wanted,"

And she, his lovely queen, smiled gently in return as she caressed his cheeks, "Yours alone, my king?" apparently, she did not seem to understand his words. He had to further accentuate it to his beloved.

"Yours truly,"

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Just a written adaptation from the end of episode 3 of The Tudors, season 2.

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A belated Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all my readers!

R.I.P Yasmin Ahmad. We miss you.

This girl was a very cheerful girl, and she never lets anything get her down. Because if that really happens, then she's in for a big one. Of course, she was somewhat spoiled and her parents would go and comfort her should she throw a tantrum.

She was 9 when she started noticing.

9 years of complete attention from parents. Why, she was one of the happiest kids around. And in school, she would go through great lengths to please others, just so she could be accepted by her peers and become friends with them. She didn't mind making herself look like a fool to them; to her, she was making them happy. Laugh. And in return, she receives the same attention that she gets from her parents.

But when things went awry somewhere down the road, she found herself terribly confused. At night, she would hear loud voices coming from outside the door of her room. Someone would force her out of bed so she could sit there, by the door, and listen to those voices. When day came, things changed; her mother and father were gone. But when night came, only her father returned.

He no longer sleeps in the bedroom with her mother, and instead, sleeps in the guestroom. From time to time, she would join him as well, not worrying in the least bit that these two would later go their separate ways. But there was still much confusion in the air. Rumours of separation floated about, worrying her, scaring her. She did not want them to part, but what was she to do? She had no clue at all.

People told her to use brute force. But that only resulted in more loud voices.

Someone told her to use pity. But that was only answered in a series of complicating answers that made no sense to her.

She tried many things, many ways. She even planned out a scene with her sister to bring them back together, just like how it was in The Parent Trap. They were her idols, and she was bent on changing it back to normal. But movies are just as they are; Lohan too didn't have a happy ending on her end, her REAL end, that is. And the girl, she was probably seen as a nuisance for hindering them from THEIR plans.

And her sister was only 5.

So when her father moved out of the house, that was when she decided that she wouldn't care at all. In all her childish tomfoolery, she decided to let things be as it is. Relationships, friendships; they are as they are. And in the words of her mother, "people come and go". For the longest time, this was her motto. For the longest time, she told herself that she need not anyone.

For the longest time, she was alone.

She went on in life, avoiding arguments after arguments, she realised a lot of things. Someone told her that they went their separate ways long before she realised it. Another person told her that she was selfish. Others thought she was crazy. If anything, it made her sink in deeper into that comfortable shell of hers, ignoring the world around her as she did so.

That shell was comfortable, but it was very lonely.

But as she grew up, she realised that there were people who were there for her. There were people who still worry, who still care, who still loves, who still stayed. And yes, she treasured them, cherished their very existence, and loved them whole-heartedly. But then, her mother's words returned, and she stopped. She was doubtful.

A thoughtful voice spoke up from within her; "They come and they go because there's something missing; effort," said the voice, "Your mother said that because she gave up, in the most grown-up way possible, with flowers and complicating arrangement of posies here and about.

She gave up, but would you?"

It struck her right in the face that all these while, her mother had been wrong. But what would she do? If there was nothing for her to hold on to, what else is there?

"You are you, and this life is yours,"

The girl realised something; like how a lioness would leave her cubs after a certain age, her parents would do that too. But those cubs, they were sent out there, equipped with nothing but their mother's lessons. The rest is entirely up to them to live their lives through the savannah. Like those cubs, she was one too.

"It is time you create something in which you can hold on to. It is time for you stand on your own,"

She was reborned into a more mature figure, into one who is both fair and just, into one who is both humble and wise, into one who is both determined and mindful. The girl grew, and decided she was ready for the world.

Out she burst forth from the shell, and in one swift move, she plunged herself into the world.

But because she was a late bloomer, there were many, many things that she faced that forced her to the verge of insanity. Yet, she prevailed. Day after day, bearing scars after scars, and this time, she was not alone. She had comrades with her, people she could trust, people she loved.

The girl was not alone.

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I realised that I have been staring into the computer screen a lot these days. This I noticed when my eyesight started to blur out when I drive on the road. As dangerous as it may seem, I just can't be the least bit bothered about it, simply because I have another bigger problem in me that has been there long before I had to start wearing my glasses.

Ignorance.

Sure, it helped me a lot back in those days. But really, how long can anyone even stay like this? To be honest, it's...maddening. I'm glad I got it out of my system. Well, maybe not all of it, I mean, it's good to be ignorant sometimes, but the kind of 'ignorance-stage' I went through was...hell. =/

I'm glad it's out.

We are in the news, it would seem.

Results show teacher died from A(H1N1)

Ah, what fame. =.=

Normally, I would write bits and pieces of the things I have done today and tell the world of my happiness and joys. But now, it feels as though there is nothing else to write. Oh no, it's not depression I feel now. In fact, it's...joy. Pure joy.

Hm, I don't suppose I've told you much about my life nowadays, do I?

To be honest, there's...too many to tell...and there's nothing much tell. Or maybe, in other words, there's just a lot of stories to tell that I simply couldn't find the words to say or to convey these multitude of feelings in here. *chuckles* Maybe it's like what Mo said, I use too many flowery words in most of my entries. It's either that or I just write it like a merry-go-round, round and round we go till the ride stops.

But that's...that's just how it feels. And it feels like I would do it great injustice if I don't write it in such a way.

Imagine that you had just experienced the best day of your life, ever (of course, to each individual, the term 'best day' differs. So I'll leave this for you to think on). You wouldn't want to just...write an entry put it all in plain words like this:

"Today was great. I did with . Here are pictures of us doing . It's awesome. I wish my day was like this all the time."

Sure, probably other people would write it like that and show their joy through their pictures. But I, I'm no photographer. I am not well versed in the art of capturing moments in time.

But I could turn it into a prose. And it comes down to me to paint my story with many flowers and soak it all with the sweetest honey that would make even my readers turn away in disgust and loathe; and all is done according to my appropriate dosage of the day.

Selfish, is it not?

But I asked for it when I started this blog. I already know that this is how I would be writing, and I know of its little risks and troubles when I put them up for display. I know that I am acknowledging to that 'selfish' feeling I have in me. Hell, this whole entry is based entirely on 'selfish' and 'vanity'. XD

So call me pretentious, but this is the selfish side of me. And I am not ashamed of it.




In any case, let me update you with what has happened in my life so far. And yes, this contradicts my points above, but meh.


Aaaaaaaaaaand I will write a proper entry for William when I have the time. I promise you, that particular entry will be filled with huge amounts of fangirl-ism and love. So see this as a warning of some sort to stay away from Aufsteigende Flugel for a while. ;]

Until then, farewell, my fellow readers.

So there was a discussion in the LowYat forums on the H1N1 flu, and the appearance of this user named 'Perseus' pretty much stirred up a lot of things in there. Eventually, the whole discussion turned into a debate on the authenticity of Perseus's conspiracy theories.

But our man Perseus is very very bent on his point that he immediately labeled us all as 'sheeps' for not believing in him. And of course, he also blamed us who tried to 'oppose' his words for not being able to come up with a proper argument or point to counter his. The more I think about it, the more it seemed like this man/woman would not listen to anyone's words except for his own.

Sure, some of us did note his very authoritative-like tone in his posts and well, one of us pretty much told him off.

Which I thought was quite true and was about to agree with him until the 'sheep' came up. Of course, in all my anger and rage, I did want to post something back to this bugger, but I decided to let it lay because clearly, there is no moving from one spot to another for Persie here. Which led me to think that perhaps he has also been through a lot of these and has learned to overcome such trials by glorifying himself to make himself feel better, knowing that he is right.

If such is the case, then this man/woman is a very lonely being.

Such humans exist.