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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 4:07 pm
____________________❀ 01: Journal
____________________❀ 02: PRP
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____________________❀ 08: Journal
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____________________❀ 11: BRP
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____________________❀ 13: Journal
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 1:42 pm
I hate him.
He is self-centered, arrogant, and most importantly, delusional.
I do not know where and how he got this silly notion that I wanted to enter the Academy. I understand that it is common for most Lunarians to enroll in the Imperial City’s Academy before becoming a soul conduit or a warrior to ensure a strong basis of the fundamental skills necessary to their path. However, I have no interest in such things. I don't care if it is family tradition, or if it is a national tradition. Though, to be honest, I am not even a real part of this family anyways. My father dotes on me, but clearly that is more so because I look like my dead mother than anything else. He can’t bear to keep me away for longer than necessary; my face reminds him of her. It’s disgusting. I wish he would realize that I am my own being before I am his son. But, that is beside the point.
As I was saying, I am quite content with my current tutors. I have no interest in being a channel between the living and the dead or being a warrior for the nobles. I wish to be a scholar nothing more. I don’t understand what’s so bad about becoming a man well versed in the arts of poetry, music, and literature. Besides, he was the one who suggested that I have a strong background in it to keep to my ‘noble heritage.’
Even so, he’s full aware that my affiliation to the nobles is by force and not choice. Father is one, and until I am free on my own, I am to be one as well. And quite frankly, at the rate things are going, I will never be able to free myself from his shadow.
I do no wish to be chained to this hellhole for any longer than necessary.
But as I was saying, he had this notion that enrolling me in the academy would make me the happiest son on earth. Which, I must say is completely inaccurate. I like the privacy and serenity of my room. The Academy has hundreds of people. It will be cramped, loud and most important, a complete waste of my time. I do not wish to be in the company of others, let alone people who are ignorant of the classical arts. Second, given notoriety, I am certain that some large hulking beast of a Lunarian will find me as the perfect target to their daily musings. If you ask me, I am learning just fine from my tutors and Inden. In fact, I am quite positive that I have learned more from Inden than I would any regular Academy teacher in the same span of time. Inden’s vast knowledge of politics and history of the course of his lifetime and following his death have made him to be the perfect teach for me. What he cannot expand my knowledge on, my tutors do a fine job of teaching to me.
I will say his decision to enroll me in the Academy was the most misinformed one he could have possibly ever made. He’s too simple. He believes I will make friends, ‘open up,’ and even find myself a nice girl. Who would friend a child with mixed blood like mine? How will I ‘open up’ when the people around me do not move me to become close to them? Why on earth would I want to waste my time with a girl? Just looking at my half sisters is more than enough to put me off from the whole female gender. They waste their time filling the air with idle chatter about parties, boys, and fun. They do not look past the surface of things, nor do they think before they act.
In an attempt to get him to rescind his decision, I confronted him during one of his resting hours. Needless to say, our verbal argument quickly escalated into a horrendous fight. It ended with a humiliating defeat on my part. However, more than a few broken vases remain as proof of our bitter conflict. Though, I admit my father is not as quick as I am to grab the nearest object and hurl it at the wall. My personality is another that I have not inherited from my father. Only my fair skin and hair are proof of his paternity. The rest I am told, ‘belonged to my mother.’
I will have to try again tomorrow. I have no intention of going to this academy so easily.
In the event I fail again, I have a rough idea of how to get out of this Academy nonsense.
I will just make myself sick everyday. I will skip meals, sit outside in the cold, run around the garden, and even ask the cook to feel me foods high in fat. Then, when I have missed a considerable amount of days, he will have no choice but to pull me out.
I refuse to attend the Academy.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 6:15 pm
Today, I went to the academy's archery field early in the morning hoping to catch a glimpse of the archers practicing. Much to my chagrin, not only did I see an archer but I also got to talk and become acquainted with him. His name was Qián Jianyu, a son of the famous tattoo artist Liwei that so many of my father's guards seem to enjoy visiting for their tattoos.
I am never one for tattoos but many of my father's guards also take pride in showing off battle scars. It's understandable that we have striking differences in hobbies. They like to get drunk and I like to read poetry. Most of them do not have an education to begin with so I shouldn't compare myself to them.
As I was saying, this Jianyu was... not so interesting but not quite so dull either. He had the look of an intelligent person but overall, he is hard to describe. He had tan skin and dark brown hair, akin to the color of Autumn woods. His fins were of a brilliant gold color, a nice contrast against my own shimmery cobalt ones. Needless to say, he was... very vibrant in terms of appearance. The opposite was so for his personality. I found him succinct and short of words. However, I did see a sense of depth in his eyes.
Despite being a legionnaire, he seemed to harbor no malice towards me. It is wrong of me to assume that all legionnaires have intent to harm, but my experiences with them have driven the thought deep.
As I was saying, we spent the time getting acquainted and eventually he invited me to walk with him to the Main Street. For personal reasons, I did not eat any of the food sold by the street vendors but I did spend my time wisely by observing Jianyu. He is stoic. Not like how I am but stoic in a sense of lacking liveliness. If I didn't know any better I'd say he's nothing but a shell. However, I can sense something lingering past those deep wells.
In short, our first meeting isn't one that could be described as impressionable. However, I wouldn't mind meeting him again. I believe there is much behind the person I saw today. Perhaps, in time I will come to know all aspects of Jianyu.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:33 pm
I had the misfortune of running into a horrid Lunarian by the name of Bataar. I am usually not this bad with my disdain for others, but that oaf managed to make my day infinitely worse from the first second we met.
It takes a certain talent to completely ruin someone’s day. Bataar has this talent; I am sure of it. My day was going well. I had finished my studies early and decided to stop by one of the Imperial City’s most esteemed tea shop where a series of unfortunate events began. I was sitting at my table enjoying a hot cup of tea when he decided parade around like a fool. I am assuming that is how he first took me as a woman. Against my will, that fool picked me up in his arms and and went so far as to grope me! The nerve! But, I admit that is not the worst part. That is just the beginning.
Upon finding out that I had a snake on me, he prompted me dropped me on the floor! Now, normally that is not a bad thing, but in case, I was dropped in such a manner that my wrist broke! Not only had this smelly mongol managed to ruin my tea drinking experience but he also broke my wrist! My suspicious of a broken wrist were founded when there was a loud cracking noise following by blinding pain. Later, it was confirmed by the family physician, and I am stuck wearing this… dehabilitating splint on my wrist.
Of course that is not the end. If it were the end, I would be overjoyed. However, father ended up getting involved in the whole situation after Bataar and I both realized that we do not know the city’s layout well. My reason being that I am never allowed outside the estates, and Bataar’s being that he is a new immigrant.
In any case, the situation took a turn for the worse when I had to sent Inden to get father. By that time, I was in too much pain to even realize what was going on. But, from what Inden tells me, father HIRED Bataar to be my personal guard! I do not need anyone to protect me, let alone that smelly, rodent loving mongol. I am certain things will only get worse with his arrival. They say that water and oil do not mix well. I hope my father knows what it is he is planning or else there will be severe consequences to his decision in letting Bataar live with me.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 4:39 pm
[Reserved for PRP NIGHT OF THE NOBLES with Ah-Ra]
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 1:52 pm
Lately I have found the Cherry Tree Hill to be one of my favorite places to go when I need a moment to think to myself. The hill has a very serene atmosphere along with a pleasing scene. So, naturally it also happens to be the favorite spot of many others aside from myself. In fact, just today when I went to have some time to think alone to myself, I ran into someone there. Another noble by the name is Mayu, it was my first time meeting her.
I admit that our meeting was not off to the best of starts. I criticized her on something I shouldn’t have; something I have no real knowledge on. Needless to say, it went badly.
I came across her practicing several stances for fan fighting. Something I have always admired because my father’s guards practice it from time to time despite it being characterized as a ‘woman’s art.’ It is a breath taking thing, watching those men stopping swords and arrows with those. While most of I stems from years of hard work and impeccable reflexes, their movements have a sense of fluidity to them that one might fight in a coursing river. When I saw Miss Mayu practicing her skills on top of the tree, instead of admiring the energy and determination she was putting into her practice, I came to nitpick on how her stance wasn’t very graceful.
It is something I dearly regret. As I deserved, she was quick to reprimand me. Fan dancing and fan fighting are two different arts. I have grown up watching both, but at that moment, I had melded the two together into something that each wasn’t. I am humbled by the experience.
Despite that, she was gracious and forgave be whist giving me a warning not to make the same mistake again. It is an advice I will take to heart.
Despite, that her personality is not one that I find to my liking. Certainly, I admire her trait of correcting someone when they are wrong. However, she is what one might say… very flirty. I am not much for physical contact myself, so I took my leave early.
I hope I will see her again. I want to see how much she progresses with her fan fighting stances. Not to mention, I can’t help but be amused at how similarly we resemble one another. Her dark hair to my own, her vibrant clothes to my more faded hues even though they are the same colors. I want to know what lies under those teasing eyes of hers. Certainly, she has piqued my interest.
Perhaps, I will watch my father’s guards some more so that next time we meet I can offer her legitimate constructive criticism instead of unnecessary words of ignorance.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 6:38 pm
As I sit here writing out my thoughts under the dimming lights this candle, I can’t help but stare at Bataar’s sleeping figure. I am not sure what I feel when I look at him. For the past several days, only irritation would seep into my blood when seeing the male and his rats, but now… I believe the proper word is pity. For today, I had a eye opening experience.
It’s hard to explain how the whole thing came to be, but I definitely remember it beginning with an argument. I admit, that the argument wouldn’t have even taken place if Bataar hadn’t been so pigheaded. True to his usual self, Bataar was refusing to bathe despite the horrendous stench he was starting to emit. But as I was saying, that lead to a large argument between us and Bataar disappeared his little tent no doubt to sleep and roll around in his yurt some more. Sometime later that day, dark clouds rolled in until the skies were dark. Occasionally lit up by the light of an errant bolt of lightening.
While Bataar was in his little tent, I was in my own room catching up on some classical readings. I recall there being a particularly nasty strike of thunder that shook the whole compound. Next thing I know, Bataar has broken down my sliding doors and taken residence in my futon! The nerve! I admit, I could have been more sympathetic towards him at the time but my irritation towards him killed whatever kindness might have been in my heart for him. I recall shouting something at him and suddenly the Mongol was close to tears shouting some nonsense about Tengri.
I don’t believe I’ve ever seen Bataar in such a pathetic state, and my sympathy got the better of me. I let him stay, but only after he changed into some fresh clothes to ease the stench and stayed in that corner of the room.
But that is not the point of this journal. I suppose, what I am trying to say is… Today, I learned something new about Bataar, and it has even changed my perspective of the large Mongol. From the moment we met, he was always stressing how masculine he was. Engaging in sports like archery and wrestling, and going so far as to keep vermin in his tent to prove his point. However, it’s nice knowing that Bataar has a fear of storms because thunder is an embodiment of Tengri’s anger. I had never expected for the male to be scared of anything so… simple. I will have to reassess my manner of dealing with him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 6:39 pm
[Reserved for PRP SPRING CLEANING with JUN]
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 10:01 pm
Dipping the brush in ink again, he hummed a few notes from his favorite song. Lifting the brush up, Kyung stared in horror as blood red eyes looked up to lock with his own silvery ones. He was frozen in fear and disgust at the sign of the giant hairy rat that had somehow taken a seat on his sheet of calligraphy practice. He could hear the scream building up in his throat. Knuckles white, both he and the rat quickly turned their head at a loud snapping sound. The calligraphy brush had been unmercifully snapped in half at the hands of the terrified noble.
Yet, before he could even reach for a scroll to knock the vermin dead, something dark flashed in his peripheral vision. Suddenly the air was alive with shrieks as he saw the rat halfway inside Nemu’s jaws. And then, the sudden disappearance of all of Bataar’s rats was starting to make sense. NEMU WAS EATING ALL OF THEM. No wonder she was starting to get heavy.
Wait a minute…………. Nemu was eating them.
…………. Nemu was eating Bataar’s disease infested rats.
”NEMU! SPIT THAT THING OUT THIS INSTANT!” Eyes wide with horror and disgust, he tried to get her to spit it back out by tapping her lightly on the skull. It was an action that the snake promptly responded to by trying to slither off the table while swallowing the rat further. ”You are not getting away from me Nemu!” He shouted. Grabbing his familiar by the tail, he pulled her back onto his table. ”Spit “it out Nemu. He hissed, trying to force the python’s jaws wider so he could pull out her midday snack.
Nemu’s jaw in one and his hand on the rat’s tail, he gave a rough tough. However, when the rat’s hind legs gave a terrified kick, Kyung let out a scream and promptly released Nemu and her meal. The thing was still alive!
Tentatively bending over his desk to look for Nemu again, he let out an exasperated sigh when he saw the snake’s mouth closed with part of the rat’s tail hanging out. The large bulge just below her head made it obvious that the snake had done away with her meal. No way to get it back out now. ”I hope you know what you’ve done.” He murmured, only to let out a grimace as Nemu turned to look at him with with that appeared to a smug self satisfied look.
”Shut up and finish eating.” He said scowl. When the snake came back up onto the table, he couldn’t help but smile. ”Thank you for doing best control. But next time, let Yi Li’s cat do it.” Giving her smooth scales a rub, he sat her back down on the floor and turned his attention back to his broken calligraphy brush. Great.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 5:48 pm
[Journal Entry - Strange Pains]
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 9:56 pm
[Reserved for PRP THE BACK OF THE TREE with Huang-Fu]
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 1:56 am
[Reserved for BRP continuation of THE BACK OF THE TREE with Huang-Fu]
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 1:57 am
[Reserved for PRP Family Terrors with Bataar]
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 1:58 am
[Journal Entry - Skeletons out the Closet]
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 1:59 am
[Reserved for PRP FREEDOM IS BEING ALONE with Yuudai]
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