tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103990282024-03-13T14:54:35.063-04:00Ashtear's Corner of RealityMy blog in the Digital Web. From here you can see the paper trail of what I find on the net that I like, as well as any interesting happenings. Also of interest to some are my writings, small pieces of fiction based on worlds created by others (as is the case of the Exalted sequence), or by me (as in the Dark Ages and Present Time series). My main anchor now is <a href="http://ashtear.hinoarashi.googlepages.com">here</a>.Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.comBlogger1582125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-16891810929005680342020-08-07T08:08:00.003-04:002020-08-07T08:08:58.177-04:00<p> I just rediscovered these, more than a decade later... It will be interesting to read them, and see who I was...<br /></p>Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-42821511461542404122013-05-12T02:34:00.001-04:002013-05-12T02:34:26.521-04:00Blood-Sin - The Final Fantasy Wiki has more Final Fantasy information than Cid could research<div dir="ltr"><a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Blood-Sin">http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Blood-Sin</a><div><br></div><div><h1 style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;display:inline;font-size:26px;line-height:27px;word-wrap:break-word"> Blood-Sin</h1> <a accesskey="e" href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Blood-Sin?action=edit" id="ca-edit" style="border-width:0px 1px 0px 0px;border-right-style:solid;border-right-color:rgb(152,117,51);font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px 8px 0px 5px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;color:black;display:inline-block;border-top-left-radius:4px;border-bottom-left-radius:4px"><img alt="" class="" height="16" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIABAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAEALAAAAAABAAEAQAICTAEAOw%3D%3D" width="22" style="border: 0px; 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font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;"></a><a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/File:Blood-Sin.jpg" class="" title="View photo details" style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:4px 0px 0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;float:right;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://slot1.images.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb62145/common/skins/oasis/images/sprite.png);height:16px;width:16px;color:rgb(90,54,150)!important;background-repeat:no-repeat no-repeat"></a>The Rood of Iocus, an inversion of the Blood-Sin.<p style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0.4em 0px 0.5em;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline"> The <b style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline">Blood-Sin</b> (also known as the <b style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline">Rood Inverse</b>, <b style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline">Holy Win</b>, and<b style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline">Ensanguined Rood</b>) is a tattoo of great power in <i style="border:0px;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline"><a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Vagrant_Story" title="Vagrant Story" style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;color:rgb(90,54,150)!important">Vagrant Story</a></i>. Whoever bears it upon their back has the power to control <a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/The_Dark" title="The Dark" style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;color:rgb(90,54,150)!important">the Dark</a> and the city of <a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Le%C3%A1_Monde" title="Leá Monde" style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;color:rgb(90,54,150)!important">Leá Monde</a>. It was first born by the Kildean priestess, <a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/M%C3%BCllenkamp" title="Müllenkamp" style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;color:rgb(90,54,150)!important">Müllenkamp</a>, and those who followed her cult. After the influence of the cult waned and the Iocus priesthood dominated the region, the Blood-Sin symbol was adopted and inverted to be known as the "Rood of Iocus". This symbolizes their aversion of the Darkness the cult had worshiped. The priesthood had since labeled the Blood-Sin symbol as the "Rood Inverse".</p> <p style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:1em 0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline">Somehow, the lineage of Müllenkamp survived, and the Blood-Sin has since passed through the family of <a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Aldous_Byron_Bardorba" title="Aldous Byron Bardorba" style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;color:rgb(90,54,150)!important">Duke Bardorba</a>. <a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Sydney_Losstarot" title="Sydney Losstarot" style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;color:rgb(90,54,150)!important">Sydney Losstarot</a>, the Duke's son, holds the Blood-Sin for much of <i style="border:0px;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline">Vagrant Story</i>, and his main goal is to pass it off to another who will not abuse its Dark powers. Both <a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Jan_Rosencrantz" title="Jan Rosencrantz" style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;color:rgb(90,54,150)!important">Jan Rosencrantz</a> and <a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Romeo_Guildenstern" title="Romeo Guildenstern" style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;color:rgb(90,54,150)!important">Romeo Guildenstern</a> desire the power of the Dark, and so search for "the Key", not knowing it was this tattoo all along. Guildenstern goes as far as to tear the tattoo off Sydney's back so as to obtain the power of Darkness, though he only bears it for a short time. In the end, both Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead, and its powers instead pass to <a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Ashley_Riot" title="Ashley Riot" style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;color:rgb(90,54,150)!important">Ashley Riot</a>, a <a href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Riskbreaker" title="Riskbreaker" style="border:0px;font-style:inherit;margin:0px;padding:0px;vertical-align:baseline;text-decoration:none;color:rgb(90,54,150)!important">Riskbreaker</a> with no love for the Dark. He becomes a vagrant, and never uses its power for evil.</p> </div></div></div></div> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-63989559550392657162010-12-06T06:57:00.001-05:002010-12-06T06:57:05.173-05:00Ashtear Hinoarashi invited you to Dropbox<table width="650" align="center" style="font-size: 14px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <tr id="topshadow"> <td height="10" width="10" background="https://www.dropbox.com/static/images/emails/shadow_tl.gif" bgcolor="#ffffff"></td> <td height="10" background="https://www.dropbox.com/static/images/emails/shadow_top.gif" bgcolor="#ffffff"> </td> <td height="10" width="10" background="https://www.dropbox.com/static/images/emails/shadow_tr.gif" bgcolor="#ffffff"> </td> </tr> <tr id="header"> <td width="10" background="https://www.dropbox.com/static/images/emails/shadow_left.gif" bgcolor="#ffffff" rowspan="2"></td> <td height="102" background="https://www.dropbox.com/static/images/emails/header_bg.gif" bgcolor="#e6f1fb" align="center"> <table width="95%"><tr><td align="left"><img src="https://www.dropbox.com/static/images/emails/email_logo.gif" /></td></tr></table> </td> <td width="10" background="https://www.dropbox.com/static/images/emails/shadow_right.gif" bgcolor="#ffffff" rowspan="2"> </td> </tr> <tr id="content"> <td bgcolor="#f4faff" align="center"> <table width="95%" cellpadding="30"> <tr> <td align="left"> <font face="Lucida Grande, Segoe UI, Arial, Verdana, Lucida Sans Unicode, Tahoma, Sans Serif"> Ashtear Hinoarashi wants you to use Dropbox to sync and share files online and across computers.<br/><br/> <a href="http://www.dropbox.com/link/20.LW6vLAAHKA/NjUwOTA2Mzk0Nw?src=referrals_bulk0">Get started here.</a><br/><br/> - The Dropbox Team<br/> </font> </td> </tr> </table> </td> </tr> <tr id="bottomshadow"> <td height="10" width="10" background="https://www.dropbox.com/static/images/emails/shadow_bl.gif" bgcolor="#ffffff"></td> <td height="10" background="https://www.dropbox.com/static/images/emails/shadow_bottom.gif" bgcolor="#ffffff"> </td> <td height="10" width="10" background="https://www.dropbox.com/static/images/emails/shadow_br.gif" bgcolor="#ffffff"> </td> </tr> <tr id="copyright"> <td></td> <td> <table style="width: 100%;"> <tr> <td style="font-size: 11px; color: #909090; padding-left: 45px;"> To stop receiving invites from Dropbox, click <a href="http://www.dropbox.com/bl/0285d7cc5dad/ashtear.cellpost%40blogger.com">here</a> </td> <td style="text-align: right; width: 120px;"> <img src="https://www.dropbox.com/static/images/emails/gray_logo.gif" alt="" align="absmiddle"/> <span style="font-size: 12px; color: #888;">© 2010 Dropbox</span> </td> </tr> </table> </td> <td></td> </tr> </table>Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-39131252793187258012010-05-27T23:32:00.001-04:002010-05-27T23:32:50.450-04:00Tor.com / Science fiction and fantasy / Stories / The Cockroach Hat by Terry Bisson and Red Nose Studio<p><a href="http://www.tor.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=story&id=59390&j=23790251&e=ashtear.hinoarashi@gmail.com&l=15162145_HTML&u=272607191&mid=83886&jb=0">http://www.tor.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=story&id=59390&j=23790251&e=ashtear.hinoarashi@gmail.com&l=15162145_HTML&u=272607191&mid=83886&jb=0</a></p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-36957191716582739172010-02-09T22:57:00.001-05:002010-02-09T22:57:09.860-05:00Juan R. Marquez wants to share their location with you on Google Latitude<p> Juan R. Marquez (ashtear.hinoarashi@gmail.com) wants to start sharing their location with you on Google Latitude. You too can share your location with your friends with Latitude using your mobile phone, computer, or both.</p> <p><b>Aww snap. You don't have a Google Account.</b></p> <p>To use Google Latitude, you'll need to sign in with a Google Account. If you don't have one, use the following steps:</p> <p>1. Create a new Gmail account at <a href="https://mail.google.com/mail/signup">https://mail.google.com/mail/signup</a> or create a Google Account for your existing email address at <a href="https://www.google.com/accounts/NewAccount">https://www.google.com/accounts/NewAccount</a></p> <p>2. Get Latitude on your phone by going to <a href="http://m.google.com/latitude?dc=lati">http://m.google.com/latitude?dc=lati</a> in your phone's web browser. Don't have a supported phone? Go to that page from your computer to use Latitude in iGoogle.</p> <p>3. Open Latitude and add Juan R. Marquez (ashtear.hinoarashi@gmail.com) as a friend!</p> <p><b>Learn more about Latitude</b> <br> Go to <a href="http://www.google.com/latitude">http://www.google.com/latitude</a></p> <p><a href="http://m.google.com/latitude?dc=lati"><img src="cid:mapImg" alt=""></a></p> <p>(c) 2009 Google Inc., 1600 Amphitheatre Parkway, Mountain View, CA 94043, USA. <a href="http://m.google.com/static/tos_en-US.html">Terms of Service</a> | <a href="http://www.google.com/m/privacy">Privacy Policy</a></p>Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-77985459705823481772009-12-07T22:27:00.000-05:002009-12-07T22:27:09.204-05:00SicknessI ran as fast i could as soon as i realized. I usually kept a thread of my life attached to hers, so as to always know how she feels and that she's safe, but this time, i had been tired, and couldn't afford to have my essence spread so thin. But now, i ran, putting the entirety of my divine energy in my strides, in my leaps, as i ran over the city, back home to my beloved.<br />
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My desire arrived before i did, my soul manifesting itself as a soothing calm that enveloped her minutes before i arrived. It was as if my spirit had raced ahead to her and now my body was running to catch up. She laid in our bed, her brow damp with sweat. She was feverish, i didn't need to touch her to know this.<br />
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I perceived the entirety of the house with my essence as it diffused to encompass her surroundings. I could feel the taint of disease in the jagged shards of pottery on which she cut herself, and from it's positioning could tell that it had fallen from the kitchen table, smashing itself against the floor. Knowing her, she probably heard it break, and went to pick it up, when she accidentally cut herself.<br />
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My body was coming inside the door, and i rejoined it, concentrating all my power once again. I sprinted to her side, grabbing her hand in mine. She was unconscious, mumbling to herself as her body fought it's invaders. I caressed her cheeks, placing a soft kiss on her lips as i did so.<br />
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I then cupped my hands together, pooling the essence of my spirit in the space between them. It looked like a silvery liquid, shimmering as if thousands of stars twinkled in it's depths. It would take me years to recover myself from this, but they would be empty years if i lost her.<br />
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I placed my hands to her lips, letting a shard of my divinity pour down into her lips. I could feel myself weakening from the expenditure as i felt her strengthen. Her body's natural processes increased to preternatural heights, scouring the infection from her body. I could see her sweat congeal a dark fluid as her body ejected the sickness, and then purified it with it's newfound powers.<br />
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After only a few seconds, she opened her eyes, just in time to see me stagger and drop to my knees besides her. Her concern was obvious on her face, more for me than for herself, even though she had been on the brink of death.<br />
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I smiled at this, at her love as it radiated from her, litterally shining forth from her with her innate spirit, reinforced as it was now with mine. Showing me beyond any doubt that the choice i had made was the right one.<br />
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This was the woman i wanted to spend my life with for the rest of eternity.Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-85603410130142985352009-10-16T12:50:00.001-04:002009-10-16T12:50:15.242-04:00~speechless~<p>Today in the line to get lunch at work, I was listening to music on my phone, and suddenly a recording comes up. When I raise the volume to identify what is it, it's my baby singing ~The Greatest Love~, by Whitney Houston. </p> <p>My eyes water up immediately. I was so stupid to lose her. I remember sometimes that she would sing and I would actually get upset, because she wouldn't let me listen to the song by itself... now her voice is music itself, no matter what's coming from her lips... </p> <p>I miss her so much, but I have to be strong. For myself, and if there will ever be a future us, which I hope, I must still be here...</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-53624243335088008112009-10-14T18:26:00.001-04:002009-10-14T18:26:43.668-04:00~exhale~<p>Well, today changes my perspective on many things. We'll see what the future holds. But I'll miss her. I wish we could at least keep playing WoW together... if just so we're still marginally connected by a very flimsy thread instead of entirely separate.</p> <p>Not that it changes anything. I was asked today if my love was big enough to understand, and live through, this moment, more for her than for us. And yes, it is. So I'll wait. Not forever, but I will.</p> <p>Anything less would not be true to the very strong emotional bond I feel for her... the love I feel for her...</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-79517481924682084632009-10-12T22:45:00.001-04:002009-10-12T22:45:22.716-04:00Yet...<p>Yet in the deepest darkness, there is always light. As I stand in emptiness, a shooting star passes by. Her brilliant light dazzles me and my surroundings, staying long enough to show me that the world doesn't have to be a dark dreary place.</p> <p>Yet she moves on, towards her true love. The fact that she leaves sinks me into further despair. But what would have been better, to have known her, if only for an instant, or to not have seen her at all?</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-76512270937577750012009-10-12T18:38:00.001-04:002009-10-12T18:38:58.083-04:00It starts again...<p>The emptiness consumes me as I await something that will never come, something for which I would give my whole life. Even now, here, surrounded by so many people, I feel loneliness devour my heart, leaving a void that in turn devours everything. Nothing can silence it's hunger, and the piece that fits over it is forever out of my reach.</p> <p>Is there something I didn't give you? Is there something you want from me? Just mention it and it's yours. But please, return my life. To it's halcyon days, to it's times of simple bliss and love everlasting...</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-84691744423780725712009-09-03T00:57:00.001-04:002009-09-03T00:57:48.106-04:00There is no worse blind...<p>... than the one who doesn't want to see...</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-22162587933758897712009-08-31T01:10:00.000-04:002009-08-31T01:18:31.287-04:00It's done<p>Well, that's that. Now I have to try my best and learn from this experience before the next one.</p> <p>It hurts like hell, but then again, I've been feeling this pain for months now. We were together only in name,because, although we do love each other, she doesn't trust me, or talk with me...</p> <p>Love isn't enough. They should fix all those stray fairy tales before people keep getting hurt.</p> <p>Still, like the adage says, </p> <p>"If you love it let it go.<br> If it's yours it'll come back.<br> If it doesn't then it never was."</p> <p>I hope she'll at least say hi and not ignore me if we run into each other at college or something...</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-56055835142415011032009-08-30T15:31:00.005-04:002009-08-30T15:31:41.784-04:00Discomfort<p>I want to tall you. Ask you how you've been, how you're feeling. But i don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. So i guess i'll have to stay away...</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-46547357125436355332009-08-30T15:31:00.003-04:002009-08-30T15:31:41.202-04:00Guess you forgot to call...<p>Good night, love...</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-28695204878349082212009-08-30T15:31:00.001-04:002009-08-30T15:31:39.051-04:00My loneliness...<p>I just spoke with you. And after all the walking i did, i'm gonna take a shower while you take your bath. I miss you terribly... my father said that i should look into the prices of the cabins and places around here so i could come with you. And i thought of all the things we could do, the places we could see...</p> <p>I feel alone without you. But like you said, the awkwardness that pervades us now makes me feel alone when i'm with you sometimes as well. </p> <p>So many questions you don't know the answer to... it's scary, you know? To be in such an uncertain relationship, where you don't even know if you want to talk to me or not... but i have hope, and faith, that you do, even if you don't know it.</p> <p>I fought you once for us... now i have to fight myself.</p> <p>I love you. Hope you enjoy that bath, and remember the way my hands feel on your skin when i wash you on those rare occasions we get to bathe together. Would you like to feel that now?</p> <p>If you do, then it's gonna be all right.</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-21220868527291348052009-08-29T20:56:00.001-04:002009-08-29T20:56:44.882-04:00Hey...<p>I'm on vacation, so i'm supposed to be happy, right? But my baby isn't here, so i miss her terribly. </p> <p>This place would be awesome if she were here. The way the moon glimmers on the ocean waters in the horizon... I wish she was with me to see it...</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-71641496587184713162009-08-20T13:51:00.001-04:002009-08-20T13:51:04.024-04:00Back to work...<p>Well, now I have to manage work again. I think I can deal with it. Then we have my love, whom I think will be wonderful. The car I'll try to manage tomorrow. Things are better with dad already after yesterday's mechanics session.</p> <p>My only concern is my baby. I hope she gets better...</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-61376099743041156512009-08-20T03:27:00.000-04:002009-08-20T03:27:18.914-04:00Onyxia Wipe Animation: Because it never gets old<a href="http://www.wow.com/2009/08/15/onyxia-wipe-animation-because-it-never-gets-old/">Onyxia Wipe Animation: Because it never gets old</a>: "<center> </center> <br>Not Safe For Work, and all that good stuff. But you already know that.<p style="padding:5px;background:#ddd;border:1px solid #ccc;clear:both"><a href="http://www.wow.com/2009/08/15/onyxia-wipe-animation-because-it-never-gets-old/">Onyxia Wipe Animation: Because it never gets old</a> originally appeared on <a href="http://www.wow.com">WoW.com</a> on Sat, 15 Aug 2009 12:00:00 EST. Please see our <a href="http://www.weblogsinc.com/feed-terms/">terms for use of feeds</a>.</p><p><a href="http://www.wow.com/2009/08/15/onyxia-wipe-animation-because-it-never-gets-old/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent link to this entry">Permalink</a> | <a href="http://www.wow.com/forward/19129798/" title="Send this entry to a friend via email">Email this</a> | <a href="http://www.wow.com/2009/08/15/onyxia-wipe-animation-because-it-never-gets-old/#comments" title="View reader comments on this entry">Comments</a></p>"Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-26567015035176925102009-08-10T18:09:00.001-04:002009-08-10T18:09:12.508-04:00What I Want...<p><br> I want you to give of yourself to make me happy, the way I do.</p> <p>I want to see your feelings, bare and raw.</p> <p>I want to know how you feel, and what you feel, about everything.</p> <p>I want to be together with you, not as a separate person, but as a couple, together in everything.</p> <p>I want you to give me a daughter, with your eyes and hair.</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-25711203346013417582009-08-05T22:46:00.001-04:002009-08-05T22:46:50.755-04:00A Perfect Day<p>I wake up to the soft music of my cellphone's alarm. I reach my arm from around my love to the phone to turn it off before she wakes. It's 4:30 am. Time for me to wake up.</p> <p>I get up before she does, so I get first dibs at the shower. But I decide to surprise her this time. I go to the kitchen, and start working on breakfast. Eggs with bacon and toast. I add the bacon to the eggs crumbled, just as she likes it.</p> <p>Once done, I go back upstairs and gently lift her from the bed. She snuggles up to me even while asleep, and it is my gentle yet insistent kissing of her lips which wakes her up. By this time I'm already lowering her into the warm water I had prepared in the tub, so she has a moment of panic as she feels herself sinking.</p> <p>Yet as she realizes what's going on, she soothingly allows the water to caress her body. I pick up the sponge and soap, and start to slowly bathe her. She relaxes and allows me to do as I wish, gently scrubbing away the sweat from last night. </p> <p>In our post-passion exhaustion, we fell asleep as we lay besides each other. And I fix that now, bathing her with all the gentleness I would a newborn. This brings my mind into other avenues, and a smile splits my face.</p> <p>By this time she's awake, smiling as well. She enjoys my attentions, and with a gentle pull brings me inside the tub with her. She stands up, and does the same for me, washing my body with the same tenderness and care.</p> <p>We both rinse each other, and go to the room to pick clothes and dress. It's a long day for us, a Wednesday, which means both class and work. But we've done it before. What was once such agony is much more bearable now that we have our own place. Even though it's more, and harder work, the fact that at the end of the day we will be together again lifts my spirits and makes me soar over any problems the day might bring me.</p> <p>We dress, get our things, and go to college. As always, the happiness and love we feel for each other makes everything ok. I drive, with her snuggled against my arm, catching a fewmore minutes of sleep while we get there. I'm still amazed at how much the woman sleeps. But I can't really complain. She sleeps with me, and she's so beautiful when she does...</p> <p>We arrive at college, taking our classes. We stick together, help each other, and focus. It's our last trimester, giving us both the final classes as well as the excitement of knowing we're almost done. But we reign in our dreams, and give it our all. After all, we've waited two years for it. What's another 2 months?</p> <p>We get out of class and she drives us out to lunch. Ever since she started working she insists on paying for everytime we eat out, as if paying back for all the times I paid while she didn't have a job. I admire her determination, the way she holds on to herself and hates freeloading.</p> <p>We eat at a fancy place, where she does her usual mix of cheesy macarroni with apple sauce and other weird stuff. It's always amused me how much she loves that, like a little kid. I look at her and can't help but love her. I take just some bread and wait for the main course.</p> <p>My ribs arrive, and she takes her bacon cheeseburger. We eat in earnest, sharing strategies about games, ideas for our projects, and commentary about our jobs. It's the one time we don't spend together, and our anecdotes about things that happen are usually humorous, so again she smiles, lighting my world.</p> <p>She drops me off at work, and leaves. Work is entertaining, but dull. Without her presence, all colors seem to go down a few shades in intensity, and the world just seems bleaker, colder. Her text messages spread during the day are like sharp ink blots, brightening my life for abit before the weight of banality pushes in again.</p> <p>And she picks me up, and we go home, where I cook dinner, and we eat it, snuggled in the couch while we watch anime. Or play games. Then it's bed time, where our bodies entwine and our souls whisper to each other of ourwish to have a baby, and the promise for our future.</p> <p>Exhausted, I wander into sleep, our whisperings of love still in my ears as my consciousness fades.</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-74911883488775469312009-05-31T05:12:00.000-04:002009-05-31T05:13:05.840-04:00She said she would call....<p>But she didn't... again.....</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-26075548395953335502009-05-30T01:39:00.000-04:002009-05-30T01:40:07.657-04:00Fire and Ice, by Robert Frost<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Some say the world will end in </span><font color="Red"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Fire</span></font><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">,<br> Some say in </span><font color="PaleTurquoise"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ice</span></font><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.<br>From what I've tasted of </span><font color="Magenta"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Desire</span></font><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">,<br> I hold with those who favor </span><font color="red"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Fire</span></font><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.<br>But if it had to perish twice,<br> I think I know enough of </span><font color="DeepSkyBlue"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hate</span></font><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br>To say that for destruction</span><font color="paleturquoise"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Ice</span></font><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br> Is also great<br>And would suffice.</span></span> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-80200276638482156612009-05-29T21:22:00.001-04:002009-05-29T21:22:01.175-04:00class...<div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/87e14dbe-15b1-4aa2-89f1-cec5a7fba929_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>my Visual Semiotics class... ~yawn~</p></div>Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-5265356239976558712009-05-26T17:05:00.001-04:002009-05-26T17:05:18.036-04:00Hello Again!<p>Hey guys. I'm posting here because my baby mentioned that i haven't posted lately. First, that means she's been checking up on me, which is sweet. Secong, it states that she cares about me writing, which is doubly sweet.</p> <p>I explained to her that the reason for my blog use these past times was because I "spoke" to it when i couldn't speak with her; be it because she was inaccessible or otherwise unavailable. Now that the relationship is in such a good state, i don't need it anymore, because i am at much more liberty to speak to her.</p> <p>Baby, I love you.</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10399028.post-13360816900901534452009-05-04T16:22:00.001-04:002009-05-04T16:22:40.649-04:00I wish...<p>... that I could sleep and never wake until she was ready, to come to me herself and wake me. As I am, I am a burden, in the way...</p> Ashtearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220395038773191603noreply@blogger.com0