Thursday, July 11, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Today in Janie News.....
Allo allo everyone!
So, what's happening now....hmmmm lemme use the same format I did the last time:
School: School's done, but will be officially done with it on May 17th!
Age:23~ Yesterday was my birthday!
Hair Length & colour: Shoulder length and black & brown
Marital Status: Dating ^_^ (not a sure thing, simply taking it one day at a time)
Age:23~ Yesterday was my birthday!
Hair Length & colour: Shoulder length and black & brown
Marital Status: Dating ^_^ (not a sure thing, simply taking it one day at a time)
College is ovaaaa!
Man, I am so happy to be done with school. And by "done" I mean, no longer attending but still doing exams and projects. I was getting real tired of UWI's shit, and now I no longer have to deal with it. I know I'm gonna miss hanging out with Nie, Gilly and Sasshy, but girls, we WILL see each other, and besides, if/when I get married, have a party, blah blah etc, you all have to be there! B[.
Dating? Courting? >.>
So, I've been...courting? a fella for about 2-3 months now and we've recently passed the friend stage and started interacting with each other like...ummm romantically? No hardcore "romance" if you get my drift, but still, romance is there. I quite like him, but i'm being careful with my heart. i don't wish to get caught up, not so soon anyway. lol he's quite a tall man, part chinese, part indian, insanely good looking and sweet. Here's the kicker, he's extremely patient...and I'm not. I'm hoping a bit of his patience will rub off on me and God knows I need to mellow out a bit.
My 23 was the biggitty best yo!
Kay, so me, Maria and Jason went to Macau gaming & lounge. We got some vodka, rum, I got two birthday shots of flaming Bob Marleys and man was it good! Got some loaded fries which i recommend from Macau(real large pieces of bacon). I played some Poker and lost U_U. Played Roulette and lost U_U So i made the decision to go to Lucky 38 B[
Meh, the girls were alright....the ones on stage was utterly unattractive, and one couldn't dance to save her own rass life. SHe even tried to con me out of 1000. I wasnt fucking having it -_-
But this other was was good looking and could dance. So I got a birthday lap dance :D And then the stripper was like "I like you." i was like "I aint about that life girl >.>"
Then the police came and shut it down -_- laammmeee. We went home and slept our little hearts out. a good day indeed.
Here's a recent photo:
BYYYEEEE GUUUYYSSSS!
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Now I'm simply....Jane.
So, after a year long hiatus I'm back....kind of. So here's a breakdown of my life and where I'm at now:
I AM NO LONGER INSANE JANE.
That girl is long gone and all that's left...is me.
School: Final Year of college(and very excited)
Age:22 (Just in case you weren't keeping track)
Hair Length & colour:(yes this is important!) Neck length and black & brown
Marital Status: Very single...and very ready to mingle.
So, final year of college. Very excited to be finished with college, and finally being able to find a decent enough job to move out of my mom's house and begin LIVING. Although I've experienced quite a bit of ups and downs from UWI, I do admit, with determination and a strongly written letter, you can possibly get ANYTHING out of them. Alas, I cannot say I will miss it. What happens after college, you ask? I don't know. What do I WANT to happen? Film school...directing amazing, unique movies that'll blow your mind...and I won't stop until I make this happen.
Being 22 years old doesn't really feel as different as being 20, or 21, really. I haven't changed much physically, other than the minor weight gain post-breakup. What can I say? for the past *counts on fingers* 6 months cake, candy and cookies have been my best friends.
I HAVE made major changes emotionally and psychologically. I think and act different, I know, you don't have to tell me. I see it for myself. I'm less trusting of people, I'm more of a recluse now, I find myself no longer craving human contact as I used to. Although there are days when I yearn for someone to hold...anyway, no sob stories -_-
As for my hair cut that most of you have protested, I once said I would be over it like it was a dirty Vietnamese prostitute. I have now reached that stage -_- At the time, it was so...symbolic for me to cut it. Like cutting away all the negative things(my relationships both sibling and romantically...no, not incest -_-) and it meant, for me, a new start. To begin from nothing and grow again. And I have. I've grown so much. I make decisions differently, I choose things that are NECESSARY. Material things hold no meaning to me, and I must say, I'm quite happy with this new ideology I've adapted.
As for my marital status....well, let's just say, I'm ready to love again. So whoever he is, wherever he is, if he's even out there, I hope we find each other.
Here's a secret: i'm getting a job in the entertainment industry soon....and that's all i'm saying on the matter.
Alien out.
Oh, and if you're not my friend on Facebook, here's what I look like now:
Short hair was okay for a while...just grow back already >_<
I AM NO LONGER INSANE JANE.
That girl is long gone and all that's left...is me.
School: Final Year of college(and very excited)
Age:22 (Just in case you weren't keeping track)
Hair Length & colour:(yes this is important!) Neck length and black & brown
Marital Status: Very single...and very ready to mingle.
So, final year of college. Very excited to be finished with college, and finally being able to find a decent enough job to move out of my mom's house and begin LIVING. Although I've experienced quite a bit of ups and downs from UWI, I do admit, with determination and a strongly written letter, you can possibly get ANYTHING out of them. Alas, I cannot say I will miss it. What happens after college, you ask? I don't know. What do I WANT to happen? Film school...directing amazing, unique movies that'll blow your mind...and I won't stop until I make this happen.
Being 22 years old doesn't really feel as different as being 20, or 21, really. I haven't changed much physically, other than the minor weight gain post-breakup. What can I say? for the past *counts on fingers* 6 months cake, candy and cookies have been my best friends.
I HAVE made major changes emotionally and psychologically. I think and act different, I know, you don't have to tell me. I see it for myself. I'm less trusting of people, I'm more of a recluse now, I find myself no longer craving human contact as I used to. Although there are days when I yearn for someone to hold...anyway, no sob stories -_-
As for my hair cut that most of you have protested, I once said I would be over it like it was a dirty Vietnamese prostitute. I have now reached that stage -_- At the time, it was so...symbolic for me to cut it. Like cutting away all the negative things(my relationships both sibling and romantically...no, not incest -_-) and it meant, for me, a new start. To begin from nothing and grow again. And I have. I've grown so much. I make decisions differently, I choose things that are NECESSARY. Material things hold no meaning to me, and I must say, I'm quite happy with this new ideology I've adapted.
As for my marital status....well, let's just say, I'm ready to love again. So whoever he is, wherever he is, if he's even out there, I hope we find each other.
Here's a secret: i'm getting a job in the entertainment industry soon....and that's all i'm saying on the matter.
Alien out.
Oh, and if you're not my friend on Facebook, here's what I look like now:
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The Romantic sooky sooky story part 15
"The princess suffered a gunshot wound to the neck, and was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. Today Princess Aarti, all of Russia weeps for you. May you rest in peace."
Sasha shut the television off and and leaned further back on his pillows. The woman to his left shuffled a bit, her naked form protruding from under the sheets, her platinum blonde hair hiding her face. He wanted to shout at her, tell her that she never should've done what she did, that she would never satisfy him like Aarti would. But how could he hurt his own mother?
She stirred again and hugged him. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing light gray eyes, a content smile on her face. "Today Sasha, today is the day we meet with the council...and I will be the Queen of Russia."
He simply nodded and abruptly rose from the silk bed. She frowned and watched his naked form head for the bathroom. Before he could enter she spoke, "Are you not happy for your dear mother?" He stopped suddenly, his head hung now, "Thrilled." With that, he entered the bathroom and closed the door without so much as a glance at her.
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They entered the council room, surrounded by dozens of men, all dressed as judges. Sasha stayed behind as Lady Fedorov walked to the center of the room, mentally prepared for whatever they had to say. She wasn't leaving until that crown was bestowed on her head.
She wore a black 18th century type of dress and a black netted veil over her face, to show great respect to the council as well as to show her dedication to her mourning for her husband and 'daughter'. She bowed low to the whole room and awaited the head councilman to speak.
"Rise Lasy Fedorov." The highest Lord, Lord Gorbachov said, his voice strong and commanding. She rose slowly, a crocodile tear running down her face. Gorbachov continued.
"For your loss Lady Fedorov," this time the whole council rose, "...we send our sincerest condolences..." She cried even harder now as Sasha appeared at her side, holding her close. She sniffle then nodded to him. He nodded and return to his place by the entrance. She turned back to the council, and unseen glint in her eyes as they all sat down.
"Although we hate to do this, there are situations that must be dealt with NOW." The men in the room began to whisper among themselves now. "Now that the king AND princess have perished, both in less than 2 weeks, Russia is left without a sovereign. There have been suggestions of you, or your son, running the state."
She turned around angrily and looked at Sasha, who's eyes were currently bulging out of his head. He simply looked away and coughed.
"We have been discussing it all morning, and have decided to vote." Gorbachov rose and looked at his colleagues. "All in favour of Sasha Petrov, Baron of Russia, becoming Sovereign of State, raise your hand." Out of the 45 other council members, 13 raised their arms. Gorbachov wrote down the number and asked again. "All in favour Lady Ivanka Fedorov, becoming Sovereign of State, raise your hands." 22 men slowly raised their hands. Gorbachov wrote the number and looked around, "I'm assuming the rest of you are all still either mourning, or indifferent." Some nodded, the rest just stared at him.
He turned to her now, her handkerchief over her mouth, hiding the wide smile, while her eyes still bore a look of sadness. "Lady Nadyenka Fedorov, as of this moment, you are Sovereign of State, Queen of Russia. Your coronation will be two weeks from now. For now both the King's and Princess' funerals will be tended to in a couple of days, and then you will be quickly crowned."
She bowed humbly, her forehead almost touching the shiny tiles. "If you see me fit council, I shall humbly accept this, but know that I accept with a heavy mind and a saddened heart. My heart will forever be empty, with half of my family gone."
They all bowed in response to her. "Now rise Queen of Russia." She rose, "You are dismissed." She nodded for the last time and left the council room, Sasha bowed a last time, and followed closely behind.
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chap 16: explanations, explanations
Sasha shut the television off and and leaned further back on his pillows. The woman to his left shuffled a bit, her naked form protruding from under the sheets, her platinum blonde hair hiding her face. He wanted to shout at her, tell her that she never should've done what she did, that she would never satisfy him like Aarti would. But how could he hurt his own mother?
She stirred again and hugged him. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing light gray eyes, a content smile on her face. "Today Sasha, today is the day we meet with the council...and I will be the Queen of Russia."
He simply nodded and abruptly rose from the silk bed. She frowned and watched his naked form head for the bathroom. Before he could enter she spoke, "Are you not happy for your dear mother?" He stopped suddenly, his head hung now, "Thrilled." With that, he entered the bathroom and closed the door without so much as a glance at her.
********
They entered the council room, surrounded by dozens of men, all dressed as judges. Sasha stayed behind as Lady Fedorov walked to the center of the room, mentally prepared for whatever they had to say. She wasn't leaving until that crown was bestowed on her head.
She wore a black 18th century type of dress and a black netted veil over her face, to show great respect to the council as well as to show her dedication to her mourning for her husband and 'daughter'. She bowed low to the whole room and awaited the head councilman to speak.
"Rise Lasy Fedorov." The highest Lord, Lord Gorbachov said, his voice strong and commanding. She rose slowly, a crocodile tear running down her face. Gorbachov continued.
"For your loss Lady Fedorov," this time the whole council rose, "...we send our sincerest condolences..." She cried even harder now as Sasha appeared at her side, holding her close. She sniffle then nodded to him. He nodded and return to his place by the entrance. She turned back to the council, and unseen glint in her eyes as they all sat down.
"Although we hate to do this, there are situations that must be dealt with NOW." The men in the room began to whisper among themselves now. "Now that the king AND princess have perished, both in less than 2 weeks, Russia is left without a sovereign. There have been suggestions of you, or your son, running the state."
She turned around angrily and looked at Sasha, who's eyes were currently bulging out of his head. He simply looked away and coughed.
"We have been discussing it all morning, and have decided to vote." Gorbachov rose and looked at his colleagues. "All in favour of Sasha Petrov, Baron of Russia, becoming Sovereign of State, raise your hand." Out of the 45 other council members, 13 raised their arms. Gorbachov wrote down the number and asked again. "All in favour Lady Ivanka Fedorov, becoming Sovereign of State, raise your hands." 22 men slowly raised their hands. Gorbachov wrote the number and looked around, "I'm assuming the rest of you are all still either mourning, or indifferent." Some nodded, the rest just stared at him.
He turned to her now, her handkerchief over her mouth, hiding the wide smile, while her eyes still bore a look of sadness. "Lady Nadyenka Fedorov, as of this moment, you are Sovereign of State, Queen of Russia. Your coronation will be two weeks from now. For now both the King's and Princess' funerals will be tended to in a couple of days, and then you will be quickly crowned."
She bowed humbly, her forehead almost touching the shiny tiles. "If you see me fit council, I shall humbly accept this, but know that I accept with a heavy mind and a saddened heart. My heart will forever be empty, with half of my family gone."
They all bowed in response to her. "Now rise Queen of Russia." She rose, "You are dismissed." She nodded for the last time and left the council room, Sasha bowed a last time, and followed closely behind.
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chap 16: explanations, explanations
Monday, January 17, 2011
The Romantic Sooky Sooky story part 14
He felt the bed move beneath him, then an arm encircle his waist as he instinctively wrapped his arms around the warmth. He felt content, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. He snuggled closer to the warmth and slowly opened his eyes to see black...everywhere. He shifted his eyes downwards to see a very lightly tanned delicate ear, pierced with a white pearl earring.
He lifted his head to see that somehow, they had found their way to each other, and he was now holding her close, her face right below his chin. He thought for a while, 'Should I get up? Or switch positions? I don't want to wake her...' He sighed and put his head down, closing his eyes. 'Thank God it's Sunday,' he thought as he slipped into a deep sleep again.
*3 hours later*
He felt like he was being watched, no...stared down. He opened his eyes, and looked down to see her oceanic eyes piercing into him. She whispered, a crimson blush lightly painting her face, "How did I get here?" He frowned, "You were in an accident and-", "Net," she interrupted him, causing him to stop his explanation, "I mean, how did I get..." she looked at her own arms, wrapped around him, "Like this?" He lied, "We must have done it in our sleep." Well, it was only a half lie. They were sleeping, he just kind of allowed it to happen.
She was still blushing as she thought of something to say. "Are...Are you hungry?" her voice seemed timid and shy. "A little." He replied.
She awkwardly removed her arm, and sat up. She crawled to the edge of the bed where she glimpsed the clock. It was 1:36, which mean they slept for about 14 hours. She opened the fridge and retrieved some ham, baby lettuce, pickles, olives, mustard and mayo. She began toasting 4 slices of bread, then washed the lettuce.
She made two ham sandwiches for them both, along with glasses of orange juice. She sat two seats away from him at the counter, staring into her sandwiches as though they held the secret of the universe between the lettuce and tomatoes. He cleared his throat, and her eyes found his. "I'm sorry about...waking up like that." She shook her head, "It wasn't your fault.." He nodded then went back to eating, as did she.
An awkward silence befell them.
"I have a lot of stuff to do today." He said as he took a sip of orange juice, "What kind of stuff?" she asked, taking a bite of her sandwich. "Supermarket, dry cleaners then I wanted to go and visit my parents." She nodded, "Okay." He popped a sliced olive in his mouth, "Would you like to come along?" She stopped drinking her juice and put the half full glass on the counter, "Really?" He turned to her now, "Sure, why not? You're cooped up in here all day. A little fresh air and something to do will be fun for you." A little smile crossed her face. She nodded and quickly ate. As she swallowed the last of her juice, she quickly put the plate and glass into the dishwasher, grabbed some clothes and entered the bathroom. She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth and clipped her hair into a simple pony tail. She opened the door after 10 minutes dressed in simple navy skinny jeans and white turtle neck sweater white a panda bear on the front, her socks on. "I'm ready!"
He smiled, "I can see that. Let me take a shower." She nodded, sitting then swinging her legs a little on her stool. 10 minutes later he emerged from his room in dark jeans and a tan sweater. He walked over and retrieved her jacket and boots and handed them to her. "Here you go." She took them eagerly, putting them on as fast as she could. He chuckled as he slipped his black snow boots on, along with his heavy padded, tan jacket. They left the apartment walking beside each other.
~*At the Supermarket*~
"Okay, since you'll be the one cooking, how about I just follow you around and you pick things up?" he said, almost a little relieved that he didn't have to shop. She nodded happily and walked in front of the grocery cart he was pushing. She remembered what Rachel Ray and Ina Garten taught her, picking up vegetables and jars of olives, and cheese. Then some steak and chicken.
The left they supermarket each holding two paper bags, "Wow, we went all out, didn't we?" he said, chuckling. She nodded happily, a slight blush on her face.
He walked to the end of the street and turned into a tiny shop. "Hey, I'm here to pick up my dry cleaning," he said the man around the counter.
"Ticket." The man simply replied, his accent faint.
"Oh," he replied, searching through his pockets, pulling out a crushed piece of paper. He handed it to the man, who nodded and turned to the clothes hung behind him. After 3 minutes, the short man returned with some shirts and pants covered in plastic. "Here." He said then suddenly froze. His eyes met cerulean orbs and he nearly dropped the hangers.
"Printsessa?" He mumbled, losing all feeling from his feet.
"Izvinite menya?(excuse me?)" She was puzzled, she could have sworn she heard the man call her a princess.
He fell to the floor, grovelling at her, "Ya tak chest byt' v vas prisut-stviya!(I am honoured to be in your presence!)" He began kissing her feet, and hugging her legs. She managed to squirm away from him, to run behind of James and press her face into his back.
He lifted his head to see that somehow, they had found their way to each other, and he was now holding her close, her face right below his chin. He thought for a while, 'Should I get up? Or switch positions? I don't want to wake her...' He sighed and put his head down, closing his eyes. 'Thank God it's Sunday,' he thought as he slipped into a deep sleep again.
*3 hours later*
He felt like he was being watched, no...stared down. He opened his eyes, and looked down to see her oceanic eyes piercing into him. She whispered, a crimson blush lightly painting her face, "How did I get here?" He frowned, "You were in an accident and-", "Net," she interrupted him, causing him to stop his explanation, "I mean, how did I get..." she looked at her own arms, wrapped around him, "Like this?" He lied, "We must have done it in our sleep." Well, it was only a half lie. They were sleeping, he just kind of allowed it to happen.
She was still blushing as she thought of something to say. "Are...Are you hungry?" her voice seemed timid and shy. "A little." He replied.
She awkwardly removed her arm, and sat up. She crawled to the edge of the bed where she glimpsed the clock. It was 1:36, which mean they slept for about 14 hours. She opened the fridge and retrieved some ham, baby lettuce, pickles, olives, mustard and mayo. She began toasting 4 slices of bread, then washed the lettuce.
She made two ham sandwiches for them both, along with glasses of orange juice. She sat two seats away from him at the counter, staring into her sandwiches as though they held the secret of the universe between the lettuce and tomatoes. He cleared his throat, and her eyes found his. "I'm sorry about...waking up like that." She shook her head, "It wasn't your fault.." He nodded then went back to eating, as did she.
An awkward silence befell them.
"I have a lot of stuff to do today." He said as he took a sip of orange juice, "What kind of stuff?" she asked, taking a bite of her sandwich. "Supermarket, dry cleaners then I wanted to go and visit my parents." She nodded, "Okay." He popped a sliced olive in his mouth, "Would you like to come along?" She stopped drinking her juice and put the half full glass on the counter, "Really?" He turned to her now, "Sure, why not? You're cooped up in here all day. A little fresh air and something to do will be fun for you." A little smile crossed her face. She nodded and quickly ate. As she swallowed the last of her juice, she quickly put the plate and glass into the dishwasher, grabbed some clothes and entered the bathroom. She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth and clipped her hair into a simple pony tail. She opened the door after 10 minutes dressed in simple navy skinny jeans and white turtle neck sweater white a panda bear on the front, her socks on. "I'm ready!"
He smiled, "I can see that. Let me take a shower." She nodded, sitting then swinging her legs a little on her stool. 10 minutes later he emerged from his room in dark jeans and a tan sweater. He walked over and retrieved her jacket and boots and handed them to her. "Here you go." She took them eagerly, putting them on as fast as she could. He chuckled as he slipped his black snow boots on, along with his heavy padded, tan jacket. They left the apartment walking beside each other.
~*At the Supermarket*~
"Okay, since you'll be the one cooking, how about I just follow you around and you pick things up?" he said, almost a little relieved that he didn't have to shop. She nodded happily and walked in front of the grocery cart he was pushing. She remembered what Rachel Ray and Ina Garten taught her, picking up vegetables and jars of olives, and cheese. Then some steak and chicken.
The left they supermarket each holding two paper bags, "Wow, we went all out, didn't we?" he said, chuckling. She nodded happily, a slight blush on her face.
He walked to the end of the street and turned into a tiny shop. "Hey, I'm here to pick up my dry cleaning," he said the man around the counter.
"Ticket." The man simply replied, his accent faint.
"Oh," he replied, searching through his pockets, pulling out a crushed piece of paper. He handed it to the man, who nodded and turned to the clothes hung behind him. After 3 minutes, the short man returned with some shirts and pants covered in plastic. "Here." He said then suddenly froze. His eyes met cerulean orbs and he nearly dropped the hangers.
"Printsessa?" He mumbled, losing all feeling from his feet.
"Izvinite menya?(excuse me?)" She was puzzled, she could have sworn she heard the man call her a princess.
He fell to the floor, grovelling at her, "Ya tak chest byt' v vas prisut-stviya!(I am honoured to be in your presence!)" He began kissing her feet, and hugging her legs. She managed to squirm away from him, to run behind of James and press her face into his back.
The man rose and began to walk towards them, causing both James to take a step back. "Hey man, you're scaring her!" The man stopped, his eyes fixed on Leena,whispering to himself, "Printsessa Rossi v moem magazine!"
The man was distracted as James grabbed his clothes, and left, Leena on his tail unable to hold on to him. She only gripped her grocery bags tighter.
After 5 minutes of brisk walking, he turned to her, "What was he saying? Was he crazy?" She turned to him, her eyes lost and confused, "he said he was honored to be in my presence. I...I could not hear anything else." He nodded and looked ahead of him, he could see the red roof of his parents house. "We're almost to my parents...let's not mention the crazy guy to them alright? We'll discuss it when we get home."
She nodded and looked ahead.
They walked up to the house and knocked on the door. He heard the small peephole open then close followed by a lock being unlocked. The door opened to reveal a blond woman, streaks of gray littered her hair. Her face was lightly wrinkled, and her brown eyes twinkled when she smiled. "Jimmy, brought me all these gifts?" she said jokingly. James laughed and walked into the house, placing all the bags on the ground and the clothes and a coat hanger. He turned around and embraced his mother briefly, "Hey mom. How've you been?" She smiled and ran her hand through her hair, "I've been well. You're father on the other hand is such a stubborn man." He chuckled, "Is he eating cake again?" His mother sighed and threw her hands in the air in frustration, "The man has diabetes and wants to eat bacon! Could you please tell him he's not a young lad anymore?" James chuckled, as well as his mother.
Her eyes caught the young girl who clung to her grocery bags as if not to be seen. "Ah, and who is this?" his mother asked sweetly. He turned to Leena and smiled, "Oh, this is Leena. My....friend. She'll be staying with me for a while." His mother raised her brow at him. He mouthed, "I'll explain later." She nodded and walked over to the young girl, "Here dear, put those down so that I may properly introduce myself."
Leena hesistantly put the bags by James' and stood and stared at the older woman before her. Suddenly, she was enveloped in a hug. She stood frozen, then gently wrapped her arms around the woman. She was warm, and soft, and smelled like apple pie. 'Like a mother...' she thought as the woman held her away from her body to get a proper look at her. "You're such a pretty little thing! What's your name dear?" The younger woman mumbled, "Leena, ma'am."
"Well my name is Selene. Your accent...where are you from, Leena?" The blond asked.
"Russia. What part...I don't know." Leena replied solemnly.
"Oh." Selene replied, looking towards her son who mouthed, "leave it alone."
"I hate soy cheesecake!" A voice from the kitchen shouted in frustration. Selene and James smiled as they both turned towards the kitchen to see a tall, brown haired my(with gray streaks), blue eyes and a beard. He was the splitting image of James, except for the eyes. He was about to argue when he saw his son and a strange young woman. "James, my boy, what brings you?" He put the offensive cheesecake in the fireplace, causing his wife to grumble, and walked over to the three. He briefly hugged his son and turned to the girl. He stuck his hand out, "Name's Jonathon, dear. This one's father." He said, gesturing to James.
She thought Jonathon was familiar. He screamed 'father' as the crows feet on his face showed age as well as knowledge. She suddenly felt the urge to curtsy, "Leena."
Everyone stared at her puzzled as to why she would do such a thing. She was confused as well, it was just an urge, something she felt like she should do. Jonathon smiled and bowed as well, "Nice to meet you mi'lady."
She was suddenly lost in her thoughts as she saw people in her head, curtsying as she walked by, or when they came before her. She had been standing. seemingly zoned out as James called her name. "Leena...you alright?"
She sighed and stared at him, "I remember something."
Chapter 15 spoiler- What happens when the throne is up for grabs?
Monday, December 27, 2010
The Romantic Sooky Sooky story part 13
He awoke to the familiar scent of potatoes and coffee. It seemed as if they had gotten into a small routine of eating breakfast, having a small conversation, then him leaving to go to work and coming home later to find a nice home cooked meal on the table. He actually quite liked it.
He rose out of bed and slowly walked to the kitchen. following the savory scent of food and suddenly stopped in his tracks. There she was on the balcony, barefoot in the snow wearing the long white skirt, a white long sleeve sweater, her hair down just staring into the sky, allowing the snowflakes to fall and melt on her face. He unconsciously held his breath...she looked like an angel. He shook his head and quickly opened the glass door, ran outside and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards he apartment. He dragged her in and quickly closed the door behind him, then turned around in anger, "What were you doing out there?! You could have been frozen to death!"
She simply stared at him, her mind blank and her eyes void of any emotions. He sighed and walked into the living room to retrieve her blanket. He wrapped her in it, but it fell. She was just...standing there. He growled in frustration and scooped her up bridal stye and laid her on her bed/couch, and tucked her in, hoping to get the purple colour to subside from her toes, fingers and lips. He walked into the kitchen to get her a cup of coffee when he heard her speak.
"I remember...when...when I was a little girl..." she said, he quickly left the empty mug to sit beside her on her bed, "I loved the snow..." she whispered.
Her eyes met his as he smiled wide, "so you're remembering things!"
She looked away from him, "I saw the snow and that was the only thing I remembered."
He was puzzled, " so how'd you know the little girl was you?"
She snuggled under her blankets, "She had the same color eyes as mine."
He scratched his chin, "Maybe a cousin or something? I dunno.."
"Net....it was me."
He looked at her and saw the sadness etched on her face. He had no idea what to say to her...he's never been in her shoes. He got up, went to his room and re-emerged with his clothes and shoes on. He walked over to the door grabbed his jacket, then grabbed hers and threw it on the bed beside her. "Put that and your uggs on, we're going out for breakfast."
She numbly nodded, slipped her feet into her shoes, put her coat on and stood beside him.
*Cafe'*
"This scone...is delicious." She said, a little smile spread across her face, a little blueberry jam on the corner of her mouth. He smiled and handed her a napkin and touched the corner of his mouth. She took the napkin, puzzled as to why he would give it to her. He took the napkin and nervously wiped the jam off. A crimson red was instantly painted on her face. He put the napkin down and before he could open his mouth again, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Fancy seeing you here!" The voice was familiar but he couldn't figure it out until he turned around. There was Abi (Nurse Smith) standing with a styrofoam cup in her hands, he red hair in a bun, her eyes painted with make-up. 'They're nothing like the turquoise blue of Leena's....wait, where'd that come from?' he thought, shaking the image from his mind.
"Abi, nice to see you again." He said politely.
"Nice to see you James!" He thought she sounded a little too excited.
"Oh," she turned to the young girl dressed in full white and threw a small wave, "Hello."
As Leena opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by Abi. "So James, how have you been?"
He took a bite of a scone, "Good. Leena's doing great too. She speaks a little English now."
Abi's eyes caught Leena's now, "Oh, she does. That's nice." She turned back to James, as Leena's eyes cast downward.
"Anyways, we should have lunch sometime, or coffee, y'know?"
"Uhh, if I have the time, maybe. I've got your number, so I'll give you a call. Okay?" he said a little uninterested.
Her smile dimmed a bit, but she nodded then smiled even wider. "Okay, just give me a call, okay?"
He nodded.
"Well, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Yea, sure. No problem." He said, almost begging her to go, he had no idea why, but Abi made him a tad uncomfortable.
She looked at Leena, and there seemed to be a small glimmer of animosity, then turned and walked away.
Leena flinched, and quickly found the mug of her hot cocoa and stared into it.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, holding out another scone to her.
She took it, and bit a small piece, "Das, I am fine."
He nodded and sipped his cocoa.
They finished their breakfast and were walking down the street. "Do you not work today?" she asked quietly.
"Today's Saturday. I dont work on Saturdays and Sundays." He said, his hands safely away in the warmth of his pockets.
"Oh." A little smile on her face.
He side glanced her, noticing the smile and smiled to himself.
He suddenly grabbed her hand and began running causing Leena to stumble over herself a couple times.
He suddenly stopped, causing her to fall on her bum. He looked down at her, breathing hard, as she looked up at him doing the same. Then she burst into a fit of giggles, that caused him to laugh as well. He helped her up, and opened the door to his apartment. They both went up the stairs, still laughing and settled into the couch bed. He turned the television on, then turned to her. "Wanna watch a movie?"
She smiled and nodded.
He changed the channels until he found the Sixth Sense and made popcorn. They settled in the couch bed together, a foot away from each other and watched movies all day until they eventually fell asleep.
Spoiler alert 14- Feelings start to develop....they're only human.
He rose out of bed and slowly walked to the kitchen. following the savory scent of food and suddenly stopped in his tracks. There she was on the balcony, barefoot in the snow wearing the long white skirt, a white long sleeve sweater, her hair down just staring into the sky, allowing the snowflakes to fall and melt on her face. He unconsciously held his breath...she looked like an angel. He shook his head and quickly opened the glass door, ran outside and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards he apartment. He dragged her in and quickly closed the door behind him, then turned around in anger, "What were you doing out there?! You could have been frozen to death!"
She simply stared at him, her mind blank and her eyes void of any emotions. He sighed and walked into the living room to retrieve her blanket. He wrapped her in it, but it fell. She was just...standing there. He growled in frustration and scooped her up bridal stye and laid her on her bed/couch, and tucked her in, hoping to get the purple colour to subside from her toes, fingers and lips. He walked into the kitchen to get her a cup of coffee when he heard her speak.
"I remember...when...when I was a little girl..." she said, he quickly left the empty mug to sit beside her on her bed, "I loved the snow..." she whispered.
Her eyes met his as he smiled wide, "so you're remembering things!"
She looked away from him, "I saw the snow and that was the only thing I remembered."
He was puzzled, " so how'd you know the little girl was you?"
She snuggled under her blankets, "She had the same color eyes as mine."
He scratched his chin, "Maybe a cousin or something? I dunno.."
"Net....it was me."
He looked at her and saw the sadness etched on her face. He had no idea what to say to her...he's never been in her shoes. He got up, went to his room and re-emerged with his clothes and shoes on. He walked over to the door grabbed his jacket, then grabbed hers and threw it on the bed beside her. "Put that and your uggs on, we're going out for breakfast."
She numbly nodded, slipped her feet into her shoes, put her coat on and stood beside him.
*Cafe'*
"This scone...is delicious." She said, a little smile spread across her face, a little blueberry jam on the corner of her mouth. He smiled and handed her a napkin and touched the corner of his mouth. She took the napkin, puzzled as to why he would give it to her. He took the napkin and nervously wiped the jam off. A crimson red was instantly painted on her face. He put the napkin down and before he could open his mouth again, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Fancy seeing you here!" The voice was familiar but he couldn't figure it out until he turned around. There was Abi (Nurse Smith) standing with a styrofoam cup in her hands, he red hair in a bun, her eyes painted with make-up. 'They're nothing like the turquoise blue of Leena's....wait, where'd that come from?' he thought, shaking the image from his mind.
"Abi, nice to see you again." He said politely.
"Nice to see you James!" He thought she sounded a little too excited.
"Oh," she turned to the young girl dressed in full white and threw a small wave, "Hello."
As Leena opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by Abi. "So James, how have you been?"
He took a bite of a scone, "Good. Leena's doing great too. She speaks a little English now."
Abi's eyes caught Leena's now, "Oh, she does. That's nice." She turned back to James, as Leena's eyes cast downward.
"Anyways, we should have lunch sometime, or coffee, y'know?"
"Uhh, if I have the time, maybe. I've got your number, so I'll give you a call. Okay?" he said a little uninterested.
Her smile dimmed a bit, but she nodded then smiled even wider. "Okay, just give me a call, okay?"
He nodded.
"Well, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Yea, sure. No problem." He said, almost begging her to go, he had no idea why, but Abi made him a tad uncomfortable.
She looked at Leena, and there seemed to be a small glimmer of animosity, then turned and walked away.
Leena flinched, and quickly found the mug of her hot cocoa and stared into it.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, holding out another scone to her.
She took it, and bit a small piece, "Das, I am fine."
He nodded and sipped his cocoa.
They finished their breakfast and were walking down the street. "Do you not work today?" she asked quietly.
"Today's Saturday. I dont work on Saturdays and Sundays." He said, his hands safely away in the warmth of his pockets.
"Oh." A little smile on her face.
He side glanced her, noticing the smile and smiled to himself.
He suddenly grabbed her hand and began running causing Leena to stumble over herself a couple times.
He suddenly stopped, causing her to fall on her bum. He looked down at her, breathing hard, as she looked up at him doing the same. Then she burst into a fit of giggles, that caused him to laugh as well. He helped her up, and opened the door to his apartment. They both went up the stairs, still laughing and settled into the couch bed. He turned the television on, then turned to her. "Wanna watch a movie?"
She smiled and nodded.
He changed the channels until he found the Sixth Sense and made popcorn. They settled in the couch bed together, a foot away from each other and watched movies all day until they eventually fell asleep.
Spoiler alert 14- Feelings start to develop....they're only human.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The romantic sooky sooky story PART 12
"But...but mistress, the princess always asks myself and Ivanka to dress her, why does she need new servants to dress her now?" Yelena asked, following Lady Fedorov's skirt tails closely. "The princess has demanded new servants. She is mourning... your old faces reminds her of her poor, deceased father..." Lady Fedorov said, almost sympathetically, "But my Lady-" Yelena began, "I want no more of this, Yelena. Back to the kitchen with you, there is much to be done!"
"Das...I understand." Yelena replied, bowing with the intention of doing as she was told.
She slowly walked to the lower levels of the castle, where the kitchen and laundry room resided. She walked in, a solemn look etched on her face, and began to prepare beef stragonoff and Borscht for the nights dinner, while the other servants prepared Balyk Sorpa with rice, Svitanak and Abzhorka along with some desserts. She sliced onions, deep in thought, 'Why would my little Aarti wish...for new maids?' she sighed, 'Poor little sveetheart...'
*Meanwhile*
Lady Fedorov entered the princess' room to see three new maids dressing the 'princess' in a pencil skirt suit, a well fitted blazer, and an inner pink shirt, a pair of patterned black pantyhose and real shine leather pumps. Her make-up was lightly done, with bright red lipstick, her hair in a traditional bun. They placed the sash of the princess on her, and the last piece, 'her' crown was placed on her head.
"All of you are dismissed," she said, authority strong in her tone. The three curtsied, and left the room. As they closed the door, the former queen made her way over to the 'princess'. "Now, here are your instructions. Do not fidget, do not embarrass me, and most important of all, DO NOT SPEAK."
"But what if they ask me a question?" The prostitute's voice was high-pitched and timid, nothing like the smooth, proud, authoritative tone like Aarti's. Lady Fedorov rubbed her temples, "Shut up! I told you not to speak, did I not?"
The young girl quickly nodded and took a step back in fear.
"All you have to do, is nod 'yes' or shake from left to right, 'no'. That is it. You aren't dumb enough to mess that up, are you?" the Lady said, taking slow strides closer to the young girl. The girl replied with a firm shake, her head bowed in submission.
"Now come, we must leave to go to the courthouse where you shall meet with the high judges of the country and decide when your coronation shall take place. You see? I have not betrayed my word, you shall be Queen of Russia, and I shall take my place as your chief advisor," the older woman said, a sadistic smile etched on her face.
A wide smile graced the girl's face as well. 'One minute I was selling my body on a corner, and now...I shall be Queen of my country...'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dozens of security guards lined the entrance of the palace, along with police in cruisers and horses, along with a black stretch limo, the Russian flags perched on each side on the bumper. Six security guards surrounded the princess, the former queen and Baron, a title the recent King bestowed upon him, Sasha, as they entered the limo.
They drove in silence to the courthouse, a large crowd gathering at the entrance. The limo came to a slow stop. An attendant opened the door, allowing the Lady and Baron to exit the vehicle, then the 'princess'. Dozens of media personalities and cameras flooded the the square, Russian flags waved among the crowd, and people screaming "Bless the princess!"
The young woman sat in the limo, she took a deep breath, and for a split second, wished she was back on her corner, eating Shashlyk(a popular Russian street food, like a kebab). She quickly shook the thought from her head. She would be Queen, and would be able to get whatever she wanted. No more worrying about where the next meal would come from, or if she would be raped or killed today. Or if her landlord would kick her out of her tiny, insect-infested apartment for unpaid rent. She sighed for the last time and nodded in conviction. As she exited the sleek limo, she did a full turn, waving to the people, a small smile on her face. Never did she feel so important, or even special. As she took her first step towards the courthouse, a shot echoed throughout the whole square, loud gasps and screams heard from the crowd.
The guards and police scrambled, as the people shouted and panicked, everyone fumbling over each other, people falling and stepping on each other. As the crowd cleared, three distinct figures could be seen.
A man holding an older woman, both with a fake look of horror on their faces, and a young woman on the ground covered in blood.
The princess was dead.
Spoiler alert! *there are none -____-*
"Das...I understand." Yelena replied, bowing with the intention of doing as she was told.
She slowly walked to the lower levels of the castle, where the kitchen and laundry room resided. She walked in, a solemn look etched on her face, and began to prepare beef stragonoff and Borscht for the nights dinner, while the other servants prepared Balyk Sorpa with rice, Svitanak and Abzhorka along with some desserts. She sliced onions, deep in thought, 'Why would my little Aarti wish...for new maids?' she sighed, 'Poor little sveetheart...'
*Meanwhile*
Lady Fedorov entered the princess' room to see three new maids dressing the 'princess' in a pencil skirt suit, a well fitted blazer, and an inner pink shirt, a pair of patterned black pantyhose and real shine leather pumps. Her make-up was lightly done, with bright red lipstick, her hair in a traditional bun. They placed the sash of the princess on her, and the last piece, 'her' crown was placed on her head.
"All of you are dismissed," she said, authority strong in her tone. The three curtsied, and left the room. As they closed the door, the former queen made her way over to the 'princess'. "Now, here are your instructions. Do not fidget, do not embarrass me, and most important of all, DO NOT SPEAK."
"But what if they ask me a question?" The prostitute's voice was high-pitched and timid, nothing like the smooth, proud, authoritative tone like Aarti's. Lady Fedorov rubbed her temples, "Shut up! I told you not to speak, did I not?"
The young girl quickly nodded and took a step back in fear.
"All you have to do, is nod 'yes' or shake from left to right, 'no'. That is it. You aren't dumb enough to mess that up, are you?" the Lady said, taking slow strides closer to the young girl. The girl replied with a firm shake, her head bowed in submission.
"Now come, we must leave to go to the courthouse where you shall meet with the high judges of the country and decide when your coronation shall take place. You see? I have not betrayed my word, you shall be Queen of Russia, and I shall take my place as your chief advisor," the older woman said, a sadistic smile etched on her face.
A wide smile graced the girl's face as well. 'One minute I was selling my body on a corner, and now...I shall be Queen of my country...'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dozens of security guards lined the entrance of the palace, along with police in cruisers and horses, along with a black stretch limo, the Russian flags perched on each side on the bumper. Six security guards surrounded the princess, the former queen and Baron, a title the recent King bestowed upon him, Sasha, as they entered the limo.
They drove in silence to the courthouse, a large crowd gathering at the entrance. The limo came to a slow stop. An attendant opened the door, allowing the Lady and Baron to exit the vehicle, then the 'princess'. Dozens of media personalities and cameras flooded the the square, Russian flags waved among the crowd, and people screaming "Bless the princess!"
The young woman sat in the limo, she took a deep breath, and for a split second, wished she was back on her corner, eating Shashlyk(a popular Russian street food, like a kebab). She quickly shook the thought from her head. She would be Queen, and would be able to get whatever she wanted. No more worrying about where the next meal would come from, or if she would be raped or killed today. Or if her landlord would kick her out of her tiny, insect-infested apartment for unpaid rent. She sighed for the last time and nodded in conviction. As she exited the sleek limo, she did a full turn, waving to the people, a small smile on her face. Never did she feel so important, or even special. As she took her first step towards the courthouse, a shot echoed throughout the whole square, loud gasps and screams heard from the crowd.
The guards and police scrambled, as the people shouted and panicked, everyone fumbling over each other, people falling and stepping on each other. As the crowd cleared, three distinct figures could be seen.
A man holding an older woman, both with a fake look of horror on their faces, and a young woman on the ground covered in blood.
The princess was dead.
Spoiler alert! *there are none -____-*
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