tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58921690270862546872024-03-18T20:04:40.463-07:00Smells Like HappinessDrawings, writing, and strangeness...Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-26631019741430761962012-02-18T10:24:00.000-08:002012-02-18T10:24:51.440-08:00Writer fired from writing her own seriesCan we talk about this? <a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/stefan-and-elena/articles/94267/title/lj-smith-fired-from-writing-own-novels" target="_blank">http://www.fanpop.com/spots/stefan-and-elena/articles/94267/title/lj-smith-fired-from-writing-own-novels</a><br />
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It's not about the quality of the writing, or even the story. This woman was <i>fired</i> from writing her own series for staying true to the characters that she created. The books are still going to be written, <i>under her name</i>, by a ghostwriter.<br />
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The moral of this: Read your contracts very, very carefully. Get other people to read it. Get an agent, a lawyer. Just be very, very careful.<br />
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What are your thoughts?Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-63566008169468151052011-11-24T14:20:00.001-08:002011-11-24T14:20:55.218-08:00Good times<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKfQMQfRUnHxRMUtnaIrSe3tdV_2v-6LeYnOrDMe-sz1dHl1cRr2Wi4OHu6GAVDWumaqgDXzfWYn_e7qWQCwGhrP3atKPeemwTKunF-2khKtntb6p1dQN9DrAAgEtfpKyDxh3eaMMLWr4/s1600/Neutral2_180_180_white.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKfQMQfRUnHxRMUtnaIrSe3tdV_2v-6LeYnOrDMe-sz1dHl1cRr2Wi4OHu6GAVDWumaqgDXzfWYn_e7qWQCwGhrP3atKPeemwTKunF-2khKtntb6p1dQN9DrAAgEtfpKyDxh3eaMMLWr4/s1600/Neutral2_180_180_white.png" /></a></div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-21034314634865434952011-04-20T10:25:00.000-07:002011-04-20T10:25:16.149-07:00Update!I just realized that I have to rewrite pretty much everything ever. This is somewhat depressing, but I think it will be for the best. I'm going for my first dress fitting tomorrow, my earrings have been ordered, and invitations are 98% ready to be mailed. Life is exciting.<br />
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Starting school in the fall, Daiquiri never leaves my side anymore, and I finally have all eight badges in Pokemon White. I'm training for the Elite Four, which is taking for ever. Why isn't there a place like in FF8, where you go to the islands between Heaven and Hell and there's super scary monsters there? Leveling would be awesome.<br />
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I need to find a hair stylist for my wedding.<br />
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Have a good one!Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-77997627592580479932011-03-11T08:57:00.000-08:002011-03-11T08:57:45.156-08:0030 Day Writing Meme #1<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><u><i>Day 1-</i></u></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Your favourite writing project/ universe that you've worked with.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My favourite universe to work inside is Eternal Chronicles. I've been working in this world and with those people for so long that it's kind of like I am one of them, and I realize how crazy that must sound. Pretty much everything I write is something that takes place in that one world.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Which reminds me, I'm going to post the next chapter tomorrow.</span>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-48190098952980194902011-02-16T20:20:00.000-08:002011-02-16T20:22:34.031-08:00Sound of Music<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSOSuOvaX1tsu8703P6HAwGKk3t6uLOB9PA9R4tRix9pGEneANMs2433yzwXGqr6tTtnSuXL11D8xUUyJjohSaWgFyO1JQyvp1UYKTHrPQhFWc5JONYiq6akN4CZ_aPBcAp-Uhmyrtp4/s1600/singingroup+copy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSOSuOvaX1tsu8703P6HAwGKk3t6uLOB9PA9R4tRix9pGEneANMs2433yzwXGqr6tTtnSuXL11D8xUUyJjohSaWgFyO1JQyvp1UYKTHrPQhFWc5JONYiq6akN4CZ_aPBcAp-Uhmyrtp4/s320/singingroup+copy.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;">~Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;">Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;">Silver white winters that melt into springs</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;">These are a few of my favorite things</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;">When the dog bites</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;"> When the bee stings<br />
When I'm feeling sad<br />
I simply remember my favorite things<br />
And then I don't feel so bad~</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;">Last piece in the Sonya series. I hope everyone enjoyed our journey! From left to right is Rue, Lieza, and Tobias. These three could be the beginning of a common joke: So a slave, a gypsy, and an Angel of the Lord walk into a bar...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;">I've been wanting to give this trio an official title- all good trios seem to have one. Harry Potter is part of the "Golden Trio," Supernatural has the awesome "Team Free Will".</span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;">Please enjoy!</span></div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-50550612291620477992011-02-16T13:54:00.000-08:002011-02-16T14:04:51.902-08:00Anything for You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MnRWNzrX-ahoVLaTRK-VTOtyBKHij7I1NnIWScAsDZyHb5ZCxdf7NGMB0Hl95SR-GN7KV2JAb0M-eVz3yc6pvxCnYi2WQYpWsmcTYlHntwepHm5uVEpAz9Fu0EQyb-X5u3UkZQFItis/s1600/eriapollo+copy.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MnRWNzrX-ahoVLaTRK-VTOtyBKHij7I1NnIWScAsDZyHb5ZCxdf7NGMB0Hl95SR-GN7KV2JAb0M-eVz3yc6pvxCnYi2WQYpWsmcTYlHntwepHm5uVEpAz9Fu0EQyb-X5u3UkZQFItis/s320/eriapollo+copy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574409250563676066" /></a><br /><div>Blog post is named after Joseph's and my song, from Ludo. It will be our first dance song =D </div><div>As you can see from the countdown posted just below my header, the day is getting close!</div><div><br /></div><div>So, the drawing. I drew this sooo tiny and by the time I even realized, it was too late to turn back. So here's piece 4/5 for the Sonya Series (as I've been calling it in my head) and for today's episode, we have Erimenthia (Eria) and Apollo. We're going to be meeting these kids someday soon~</div><div><br /></div><div>These two are from a race of Nienté called Garantir, who are known for their stellar magical skills (they often get addicted to it though) and for defeating the Humans. Their take over worked well mostly because they look Human, more so than any other Nienté.</div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, chapter 10 has been written, and will be sent to my wonderful beta, Sonya, so the next chapter will be up the first week of March. I will try to continue to update on my monthly schedule again.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope you like it, Sonya! One more to go, I hope you're all excited!</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-44289564914528852722011-02-15T14:24:00.000-08:002011-02-15T14:30:41.593-08:00Flowers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9fb4COl0IalERXt5tprNyFV_BAxx1cDZicyIa_NJ3JzOCyK3nxLf8rBYIoWm0f6KpfZfdJ1h9SPQ1EjbjwMLioe7jCXmrMZ2CTveA4yj2tLPMQVDtgXd8ltMupqX0Nnl46CuuAnSkDc/s1600/liezaandjob+copy.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9fb4COl0IalERXt5tprNyFV_BAxx1cDZicyIa_NJ3JzOCyK3nxLf8rBYIoWm0f6KpfZfdJ1h9SPQ1EjbjwMLioe7jCXmrMZ2CTveA4yj2tLPMQVDtgXd8ltMupqX0Nnl46CuuAnSkDc/s320/liezaandjob+copy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574046158158595090" /></a><br /><div>This is part 3/4 for Sonya. It's looking like it's going to be a five- piecer, Sonya, so be prepared. I'm hoping to draw something real after all these tiny people drawings. But I'm drawing! That counts for something! Chapter 10 is also in the works. Exciting times.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please have Lieza and Job! I don't draw Job nearly enough, even though he's a lot more adorable than I even remembered. See, I'm running a campaign of "Not Every Drow Can Be Evil". There CANNOT be an entire race that is evil. In the world that my characters inhabit, there's good AND bad Drow, just like any normal race of people.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please enjoy, happy Valentines Day (or Happy Drifter Christmas to those of you who are single)</div><div><br /></div><div>Love, Sachairi</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-36098241000150536572011-02-11T14:50:00.000-08:002011-02-11T14:54:38.891-08:00Disco Dancing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMSCVS5u1lIIgCU6n-k9etz7I0NDp7XSX7JzPJi7Ehf3eLAx5mSNyi9zBBEL3HCKcW8sh4bFHcPYbVgc0Y9MJXbJfeRDU5kje-zrTsKq3gUkSaWiChck1rn3AGvdDhesHz21WsbEhLLs/s1600/valtobidisco+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMSCVS5u1lIIgCU6n-k9etz7I0NDp7XSX7JzPJi7Ehf3eLAx5mSNyi9zBBEL3HCKcW8sh4bFHcPYbVgc0Y9MJXbJfeRDU5kje-zrTsKq3gUkSaWiChck1rn3AGvdDhesHz21WsbEhLLs/s320/valtobidisco+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572568503654757394" /></a><br /><div>TIME TO PARTY. Part two of four for Sonya. I guess I'll also dedicate this to... well, you guys know who you are.</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-85780990792416149372011-02-10T15:29:00.001-08:002011-02-10T15:34:16.349-08:00Defender<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMHbp-TRT4DsWQd80zWcEKKldsKdkdxE8lKyH9KSNUrcsdWF7hRqeNWaSxH1doHAuF9ViHQRa6e0JwHqcZOlR1tlpbBlbl9qvDOlvd-2MkboZ5GhgJaHZTS58IA6BsqbbLu-B0aMoXyHg/s1600/ruerhiafight+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMHbp-TRT4DsWQd80zWcEKKldsKdkdxE8lKyH9KSNUrcsdWF7hRqeNWaSxH1doHAuF9ViHQRa6e0JwHqcZOlR1tlpbBlbl9qvDOlvd-2MkboZ5GhgJaHZTS58IA6BsqbbLu-B0aMoXyHg/s320/ruerhiafight+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572207420910466978" /></a><br /><div>Rue, defending his Princess. When I first started this, I was thinking of my lovely Sonya. She's been absolutely lovely. This one is for you, milady.</div><div><br /></div><div>If any of you have colour suggestions for Rhiannon's staff thing, please lemme know. I'll change it. (And I'll add Rhia's necklace as well, I'm always forgetting that piece of jewelry, and it's like, plot- essential)</div><div><br /></div><div>Please enjoy!</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-39098102028979596022011-02-04T14:38:00.000-08:002011-02-04T14:50:03.758-08:00Some... ladies?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjELVg2545r6yI4IS16vfpZdrMuwUGjS1TbaN5R3K4-bk-jDJzoYAH4iwvO-azPdFC-ZmFeAz6OPtArQVC8lcqD1fkgMK6pvAfTkT0DzNPKppiog9KdztEEM209VwZQCViOxKzIjSzI0-8/s1600/women+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjELVg2545r6yI4IS16vfpZdrMuwUGjS1TbaN5R3K4-bk-jDJzoYAH4iwvO-azPdFC-ZmFeAz6OPtArQVC8lcqD1fkgMK6pvAfTkT0DzNPKppiog9KdztEEM209VwZQCViOxKzIjSzI0-8/s320/women+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569967813007110610" /></a><br />I don't know if you can count mostly naked girls posing all sultry like this as 'ladies', but here you are. I think my favourite is the mermaid who is apparently swimming in outer space. I could put in the molecules-to-man evolution stinger that I'm tempted to do, but I won't. I love you guys.<div><br /></div><div>In other news, I've been reading an abomination of a book known as 'Breaking Dawn'. Urgh. I'm nearly at the end of the book (why is it over 700 pages long?!) and nothing has happened! A friend told me once about an RP that she was a part of. In it, suddenly everyone was just playing house, content to take care of babies and cook food or whatever.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ever since Edward and Bella have returned from their honeymoon, 'Breaking Dawn' has been playing house. There was one point where the book was threatening to get exciting, as Bella was dying when her baby was kicking the living crap out of her. (She was giving birth).</div><div><br /></div><div>It was short lived though. On the bright side, S. Meyer has been teaching me an important lesson in grammar that I've known since grade, like, 4. <b>Do not start a sentence with 'and', 'but', or 'because'.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>S. Meyer apparently has a degree in English. WHY DOES SHE NOT KNOW THE BASICS, I DON'T EVEN. That is all.</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-25929594491955829292011-01-31T07:44:00.000-08:002011-01-31T07:55:38.345-08:00TimelineDo any of you guys ever feel like you were born at the wrong time?<br /><br />I feel this way a lot. I love old music- everything from Elvis, Bonnie Tyler, Guns 'n' Roses to Beethoven.<br /><br />I love keeping my head/ hair covered, as well as my body- even on Halloween, when many girls finally have that excuse to dress as... you know, without worrying about being called out on it.<br /><br />I would absolutely love to be able to dress in the French fashions in King Henry VIII's time. Those ladies, although they sleep around a lot (according to Showcase) were classy as far as clothes went.<br /><br />I miss the time when you could easily tell the difference between a man and a woman. Everyone is so androgynous, and I hate having to refer to anybody as an 'it' because I can't tell what they are.<br /><br />I love a lot of stuff that happened way before my time.<br /><br />I'm not saying I'd go back to these times. I like that I have rights *which are only valid, it seems, as long as everyone else agrees*. I like that I'm seen as a being who thinks and feels and that I can vote.<br /><br />I mean, I don't vote (who could you possibly vote for anyway? It's a lose- lose- lose) but I'm glad that I could, if I wanted to.<br /><br />I'm glad we live in a time where it's not okay for either partner to cheat on their spouse. I'm glad that it's considered a crime to beat your wife. Women's lib has done a lot of good and bad for us as a society. (The bad I'm speaking of is how women's rights somehow have something to do with being very pro- abortion)<br /><br />But that is another topic entirely.<br /><br />Have any of you ever felt like you were out of place, like maybe you were born in the wrong time?Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-83020090753884458192011-01-26T12:34:00.000-08:002011-01-26T12:50:00.590-08:00General Update of SortsJust wanted to give a general update on all things Sachairi.<div><br /></div><div>On the right, under "People of Awesome" You will notice some links gone, and new ones to replace them.</div><div><br /></div><div>I still can't figure out Tumblr, but what good are they anyways if they don't even have a Christian section, so I might be able to find a blog I might like? It might be a blessing.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been watching a show called "The Tudors" and it shocks me that King Henry has yet to experience any character growth. Your marriage isn't working out? (Because you spend a lot of time cheating on your wife?) Then I guess that the only solution is to declare it "null and void". Urgh. I know the show is based on real events, but seriously. Grow up.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the bright side, the women aren't all supermodels from Heaven, the costumes and sets are wonderful. I sometimes get distracted from all the cheating to focus on the lovely backgrounds. (Although the show seems to want to make sure that all you see is cheating)</div><div><br /></div><div>Supernatural is returning in a few days, and I'm quite excited. I'm still holding out on seeing a decent Christian, Angel, or even a decent understanding of God (Please, Kripke, read some Bible, or talk to a Christian with answers. There's only like a couple million of us) but I love Dean and Castiel, and for them I will return.</div><div><br /></div><div>They better work on this new character arc for Cas real quick though. What was he doing making out with a demon? It was completely out of left field. (Considering earlier that same episode he wasn't saying anything nice about the fact that she is a demon)</div><div><br /></div><div>Kripke also seems to be on the misunderstanding that humans who go to hell eventually become demons. I guess I should take it easy on him. What else can you expect from an atheist? (Then again, there's a sad amount of Christians in that category as well)</div><div><br /></div><div>I found a few incredible websites for homeschooling kids in a Christian home. I will be linking them as well.</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-14649064326158469642011-01-20T17:33:00.000-08:002011-01-20T17:52:06.818-08:00Bathing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3WniLFDp_TB75aVD-woBIGVhWcBSwkP1usCB9thckGEzULCo-Dj9xUeBZKDqyDakbLcpdlif4kdXXxOSvAkNualCXH1cnA0yfjx6DWnKjKLG2nHXF6EZf83TJeRpuBNzKK2Q6O1pRlg/s1600/rue_bathing+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3WniLFDp_TB75aVD-woBIGVhWcBSwkP1usCB9thckGEzULCo-Dj9xUeBZKDqyDakbLcpdlif4kdXXxOSvAkNualCXH1cnA0yfjx6DWnKjKLG2nHXF6EZf83TJeRpuBNzKK2Q6O1pRlg/s320/rue_bathing+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564446707766212578" /></a>This started out as a little pen drawing so I could get an idea of what Rue's back might look like. Originally I was going to have it a lot more scarred, but then I remembered that I might want to draw Rue from behind again someday, and a million scars might be difficult to place appropriately.<div><br /></div><div>This is also incredibly cliché.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Please excuse my complete lack of being able to draw a person from behind, especially a well muscled person. Would one of you guys like to draw him and I can have some loverly arts to brighten my spirits?</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been a hard last little while for me. I'm still battling feelings of complete lonliness, and a resurgence of feelings regarding my past abuse.</div><div><br /></div><div>Every time I think I've dealt with it, something comes up and reminds me that I haven't. Every time I think I've completely forgiven both of them for what they have done, I am reminded brutally what I've lost because of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was expressing my feelings of anxiety to my priest about my upcoming wedding- more specifically, I know that a person with my background has a few strikes against them before the vows are even exchanged. My abuse, being surrounded by unhealthy marital relationships, and so on. </div><div><br /></div><div>He said it was good that I was concerned, because it meant that I knew it could be a problem, and could look out for it.</div><div><br /></div><div>He also confirmed a fear: It was a strike against me, as far as a successful marriage goes. The most successful ones, he said, were when two Christians married each other and were virgins when they did so.</div><div><br /></div><div>It makes my heart ache. I'm still suffering the consequences of something that <started> happening to me when I was three. For the first time in a long time, I felt anger towards the man who had taken that from me. It's... I mean, I hate to say it, but it just feels so completely unfair. I didn't choose, at the age of three, to no longer be a virgin.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's crazy to think that when I was three, my chances at a successful marriage immediately fell by something like over 50%.</div><div><br /></div><div>I keep praying that God will take this bitterness, anger, and pain away. I truly want to forgive both of them, and become a new creation. In time. </div><div><br /></div><div>For the time being, enjoy Rue, who feels to me like a kindred soul.</div></div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-57636245000943408692011-01-03T06:58:00.000-08:002011-01-03T07:14:51.977-08:002011Well, it's that time again, I suppose.<br /><br />I didn't really come up with a New Year's Resolution this year. I mean, it's getting incredibly difficult. The only thing I ever want to do is lose weight, and that's what I do during Lent. Over 40 days, I eat next to nothing. I figure Jesus did it in a desert, surely I can do it in the comfort of my apartment.<br /><br />So I know what to do for Lent. The only difference this year is that I have to be sneaky about it, because the significant other will be all, you know, "eat or else".<br /><br />I'm going to get back into writing, and possibly drawing more. No sense in my college education going completely to waste.<br /><br />This next year is going to be a lot of changes for me. Namely, I'm getting married in the summer, going back to school because I love having a huge student loan, and Joseph and I need to start making our own traditions, for when children start appearing.<br /><br />I say appearing because it's kind of wishful thinking. I am really torn about the whole pregnancy thing. I mean, it doesn't look too horrible, but my fears of weight gain/ stretch marks/ pain are all things I'm going to have to overcome. But not right now. Let's move on before I have a panic attack. =D<br /><br />So. My goals for the New Years. I'm really quite involved with the church nowadays, so it's going to be a challenge to meet and make friends of my own age. I miss people. Who knew growing up was so... lonely? Not what I expected, to be sure.<br /><br />I think part of it is the fact that I'm Christian. Jesus wasn't kidding about nobody would want anything to do with you. At least He warns you.<br /><br />So, new friends. Back to writing and drawing. I'll try to come back to blogging more often, because I've missed this place. Usual weight loss thing... (I lost a few pounds over Christmas! =D And I was eating SO MUCH cheesecake!)<br /><br />I want to start purchasing dresspants, and more covering shirts. Clothes are too whorish. Whenever I see girls wearing next to nothing, I feel like I'm equally undressed. It's strange. Cover up, girls. That's what ladies do.<br /><br />I'll need more Hijabi materials. (My mother got me the most lovely scarf for Christmas, plus a leatherbound KJV Bible. If you knew my mother, you would know how significant this is)<br /><br />I'm glad to be back, guys. =DSachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-61795434011310431812010-12-05T15:34:00.000-08:002010-12-05T15:59:23.105-08:00In Memory of..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3esPDrMVlRlQAvxa7gQcPxF993yvtFvGn33fgYP2snl8fvcFi8BMa1znQqaGsTP1Hv6F3wqm5WYt2LVRc6LGnpfcRJhhO3f8qvJzcbtNsHl6xJ3yQ8BLD0CaS-nHnEJLoKdVgvQMQxsQ/s1600/valballoons+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3esPDrMVlRlQAvxa7gQcPxF993yvtFvGn33fgYP2snl8fvcFi8BMa1znQqaGsTP1Hv6F3wqm5WYt2LVRc6LGnpfcRJhhO3f8qvJzcbtNsHl6xJ3yQ8BLD0CaS-nHnEJLoKdVgvQMQxsQ/s320/valballoons+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547345863589951426" /></a><br /><div>Read at your own risk. Just remembering Adam.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the second of December, my high school friend Adam died in a vehicle accident at work. I've been having a lot of mixed emotions since then. My first reaction was that it couldn't possibly be true. I mean, I found out on FB, and I had hoped it was just a cruel joke.</div><div><br /></div><div>Part of the reason I thought it was a lie (besides finding out on the internet) was because Adam was born only a few short hours before I was, in the same hospital. For all we know, our mothers could have been in rooms right next to each other, screaming bloody murder. He's no more than three hours older than me- how is it that he is gone?</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span>He offered to fail a grade for me once, when I had been held back due to my constant jigging. Adam, April, Braden, and a lot of others would come over and hang out at my father's house while he was working.</div><div><br /></div><div>Between Adam and Jared, they both kept my locker filled with 2L bottles of Pepsi. They would often go to the Irving down the hill and bring back *bags* of it. In grade 11, we had almost every single class together. When I was in grade 10 or so, he had asked me out. I said 'yes', being completely flabbergasted, and then avoided him like a plague until we 'broke up'. I was quite nervous of boys back then.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember playing all sorts of drinking games with him, and he always made sure I would win.</div><div><br /></div><div>He wore a lot of tie dye shirts, which would bring out his very red hair. He talked a lot about hunting and sports, and when we were hanging out, he'd quickly set us up with something (alcoholic) to drink.</div><div><br /></div><div>He never made me pay to have a cigarette, and he always lent me his coat if it was raining outside during break. We went to a few dances together, one in which we were both so drunk that we could hardly stand. (Yeah, I wasn't the most savoury kid back in the day) It took many people to help me stand upright, and for some reason, our vice principle never gave us any trouble. </div><div><br /></div><div>Despite the fact I toppled over Mr Hare, waving at him like a maniac before proceeding to slap his behind. (Which started a very strange but cherished relationship)</div><div><br /></div><div>After this prom, in which I was technically Holly's date, about 12 of us ended up at my father's house, sleeping on a very tiny army cot, laying on top of each other like Jenga blocks. One girl slept with only her head on the cot, and the rest of her body was on a very comfortable garbage bag of clothes.</div><div><br /></div><div>My dad completely flipped his lid the next day, as we had all slept in our underwear (try sleeping in a huge prom dress!) and he was sure all of us had every STD known to man. Between Ricky and Adam, they actually got my father to back off.</div><div><br /></div><div>Adam was a sweet guy, and he's going to be dearly missed.</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-23443823808330954752010-11-17T11:56:00.000-08:002010-11-18T13:57:32.492-08:00...Then There Were Five<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmz-5Um06IpPno7o5W640UC1CeNywktvB56a6KC_Rh8CCkvnlpKtqDvNdSEJ3_Un8vK1w6sPwY-wTNtQoOAzF5Zzps8vqm5qDJTXR6r3JY3KhhOeIfmfyVKVMx2ljHM79bElQotsTJ74/s1600/sillygroup+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540610192399202386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmz-5Um06IpPno7o5W640UC1CeNywktvB56a6KC_Rh8CCkvnlpKtqDvNdSEJ3_Un8vK1w6sPwY-wTNtQoOAzF5Zzps8vqm5qDJTXR6r3JY3KhhOeIfmfyVKVMx2ljHM79bElQotsTJ74/s320/sillygroup+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><div>For my followers, sorry about all the re- posting. You may know that I post chapters of EC on here, and I wanted to shorten the posts, so nobody would have to scroll down for ever to see previous posts, but nothing seems to work. I've tried everything! If anyone has found a tutorial on expandable posts that had worked for them, please send me the link for it. Thanks.</div><div> </div><div>I was talking to my dear friend Sonya last night, who pointed out to me that I really need to get back in gear and start drawing. I've been looking at other people's work, occasionally stumbling upon something that would destroy my soul a little, so I was told: "Why don't *you* destroy instead?"</div><div><br /></div><div>At the top, flying, is Tobias. The brown guy with blue hair is Rue, the girl on his shoulders is Lieza. Lastly, Valesti riding Rhiannon. I just realized I forgot Valesti's antennae. The next chapter should be up shortly. I need to do some rewriting on previous chapters, as well. Mostly for Tobias and Valesti's sake.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please enjoy!</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-14150653820628369472010-11-10T13:52:00.000-08:002010-11-10T14:12:35.248-08:00Church, Hijab, and StuffI started working at my church as a secretary quite recently, and it seems to be going well so far. I set up a display for Advent (which is during this month). I'm enjoying the work, and it's been nice- I feel almost like I'm back in my home town, you know, what with me spending most of my time in the church now.<div><br /></div><div>I also need to start doing my pre- wedding workout. I hate exercising... I wish I had a workout partner. I'm aiming for a flatter stomach (aren't we all?), a <slightly> thinner waistline (half an inch to go!) and if anybody has the secret to getting my hips to be about an inch wider/ thicker/ whatever, I would love to hear it. I never thought I'd have to <i>gain</i> in order to fit in a tiny American size zero. But there you are.</div><div><br /></div><div>A while ago, my friend Cheryl mailed me a few of her Hijab scarves. It took a lot of trial runs, but I've mastered the pins (be careful, ladies!) and the Hijab is starting to look tidy. I was having this problem that the scarves were loose, and it would slide around on my head, exposing hair and neck. That's not cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>During these trials, I've learned something interesting about myself. Apparently, I have a freakishly long neck. It seems like no matter what I do, some part of my neck is insisting on showing. Most of my shirts have high necklines, it just seems that there's not enough scarf to hide my swan/ giraffe neck. I know no Muslims read this, but if one happens to stumble along, could you share any tips you might have? It's so embarrassing to keep having my neck exposed.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think though that I may have learned the secret behind keeping the scarves in place, so, hurrah!</div><div><br /></div><div>I've also learned this week, where I also teach Sunday school, that I am required to attend the Parish Life Committee Meetings. I've attended once before, and let me tell you, it's an uncomfortable experience. There's bitter words exchanged sometimes, but the worst part is the tediousness of it. </div><div><br /></div><div>It starts like this. "I vote to call the meeting to order?" Fr. Jon or Ken seem to ask this. Actually, Ken is the note taker. Anyway, they vote. I imagine you might know where this meeting goes from there. They have to vote on <i>everything.</i> Vote to move to the next subject, vote to take it to Vestry, they even vote on ending the meeting. They voted once on me being allowed to leave the meeting early.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've seen these meetings before, at my old church in St George. I don't remember them quite like that, but then again, it's been a while since I've been this actively involved in the church.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I'm enjoying it. I also seem to be losing an insane amount of pins in my Hijab. Nothing can hide my neck!</div><div><br /></div><div>I am Pinhead. </div><div>Have a nice evening, folks.</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-79397203300429559102010-11-06T17:48:00.000-07:002010-11-06T17:55:20.940-07:00Tobias<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJjeyA2mj9wlhRnuj4fFV_NM164fj_4KBMbphRaDIcNo1DlBqw3bPLeBbMSpyHgCR8y4QAPVuYJM5D7deboAzca5I4tydTVXDcW7GQBSV0M3Edzs1GWXiw27SHXetOeCSykdtXpJiQVk/s1600/tobiasfun+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJjeyA2mj9wlhRnuj4fFV_NM164fj_4KBMbphRaDIcNo1DlBqw3bPLeBbMSpyHgCR8y4QAPVuYJM5D7deboAzca5I4tydTVXDcW7GQBSV0M3Edzs1GWXiw27SHXetOeCSykdtXpJiQVk/s320/tobiasfun+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536603826733808754" /></a><br /><div>It's been so long since my last update... I felt guilty so I drew a few things for you before posting more text. I'll post the rest of my drawings in a few days. Enjoy my Tobias with questionable hair colour. </div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-3062932434122500222010-09-29T14:34:00.000-07:002010-09-29T14:44:54.941-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhXT35tlf9fpD-ItUnHu4rEdNIGFb5MW-Pe-t7rRPq9zZtoqclwIadAeRmfRRt6vQ38zeAuCCJB-fDpiUmM4I1s4ovT2jIFLyKJLK8A14ZXHkM0pncvHR1dOzutocSZMAJBeQXwdZ88Y/s1600/liezaoutfit+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhXT35tlf9fpD-ItUnHu4rEdNIGFb5MW-Pe-t7rRPq9zZtoqclwIadAeRmfRRt6vQ38zeAuCCJB-fDpiUmM4I1s4ovT2jIFLyKJLK8A14ZXHkM0pncvHR1dOzutocSZMAJBeQXwdZ88Y/s320/liezaoutfit+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522452927490019314" /></a> I finally decided on Lieza's outfit and her colours. In winter, her sleeves are longer, she has a cloak, and she also wears pants under her dress. In summer, everything here stays the same, except her leather boots are either booties or she's barefoot. (Depending on her mood)<div><br /></div><div>The Bacculi women wear wraps around their waists in case of an emergency. Just like in the days of the first neckties, the Bacculi wear them in case of a serious cut, broken bone, or in the chance of a sudden birth. As an apprentice Healer, it's extra important that Lieza is prepared for such an occasion.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please enjoy.</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-67367762728285692002010-09-28T15:13:00.000-07:002010-09-28T15:20:06.729-07:00An Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOCAIddukQnXfNmyGTfnf5PBkRiBNGEJK9xdbvWxNrCwANCmW2vDiVpCDJUh_KryWCOveOgm8uVdZT2ftx3doyYu7LtO6bIWHwmkAgl0dV6dP86jJPjKbRtAO1ASFEt6LbhObs0DbZPs/s1600/weeplieza+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOCAIddukQnXfNmyGTfnf5PBkRiBNGEJK9xdbvWxNrCwANCmW2vDiVpCDJUh_KryWCOveOgm8uVdZT2ftx3doyYu7LtO6bIWHwmkAgl0dV6dP86jJPjKbRtAO1ASFEt6LbhObs0DbZPs/s320/weeplieza+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522091684374226418" /></a>Lieza practice. I was down at the Harvest Jazz and Blues Festival, and I sketched what people were doing. I changed them slightly so they would be crying. (I've been thinking about how Lieza would feel right after the events of the next chapter)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgZNhneC22JTnczBxQFahfy-M1_g8mQo546lRRoSnUVGZVD2bAEVHe3k3Q-E3npLU1Uj0UhOCvvnd5YSOSqrcRRxqIcMc3GzhRjFTViZz4XLpwrAsgqrzZEQVHOX4o8NQI9IJAZB7Gco/s1600/sonyabday+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgZNhneC22JTnczBxQFahfy-M1_g8mQo546lRRoSnUVGZVD2bAEVHe3k3Q-E3npLU1Uj0UhOCvvnd5YSOSqrcRRxqIcMc3GzhRjFTViZz4XLpwrAsgqrzZEQVHOX4o8NQI9IJAZB7Gco/s320/sonyabday+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522091246249029826" /></a>Rue hanging out with Sonya's original character. I don't believe he has a name... Maybe they're travelling together? Getting ready for rest and that guy counting their money. Sonya's cat guy belongs to her, and her blog is there on the right.<div><br /></div><div>Please enjoy.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-79551515746533575962010-09-25T11:38:00.000-07:002010-09-25T11:47:44.095-07:00Anniversary<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGij7UMmsw2h6Jr_hBJ1s4uCsNjYmr2HsV1onO94-pUD5AyLzRlXtg_nv7K92O-oes16BlAeroUjQjVfAKShokHU0rcrLxEGJ0jZ42_OGeudHGAyztg8UcUkVk9RrVBW_9ZUtPV-FFgSM/s1600/apolloeriadance+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGij7UMmsw2h6Jr_hBJ1s4uCsNjYmr2HsV1onO94-pUD5AyLzRlXtg_nv7K92O-oes16BlAeroUjQjVfAKShokHU0rcrLxEGJ0jZ42_OGeudHGAyztg8UcUkVk9RrVBW_9ZUtPV-FFgSM/s320/apolloeriadance+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520923577031040802" /></a><br /><div>A drawing of Erimenthia and Apollo that I did for our anniversary. (Sept 19) I just wanted to thank Mum, my sister Dawn, my cousin Tracy, my friend Julie, as well as Curtis and Holly for congratulating us. I appreciate it!</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-443621653773302112010-09-18T17:25:00.000-07:002010-09-18T17:33:15.898-07:00Lieza and Liam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHgOWl7SXDaeq6db3-coKuI6RQBPK5FL_1Q2tQe_oW9kYzjByqW-KqISybnzkH2Mzjau-RadO-udQggjDPwyoM0xl87-a8iIYj9a4g-J8yG_APVicLjTOdxW5GesMR1DP73EvSDf0_iE/s1600/liezaliam+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHgOWl7SXDaeq6db3-coKuI6RQBPK5FL_1Q2tQe_oW9kYzjByqW-KqISybnzkH2Mzjau-RadO-udQggjDPwyoM0xl87-a8iIYj9a4g-J8yG_APVicLjTOdxW5GesMR1DP73EvSDf0_iE/s320/liezaliam+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518414813339185202" /></a><br /><div>A sketch I cleaned up for Otty and Sonya- whose blogs you can find to the right- for being wonderful and awesome, for listening to me, and for being two of the five people who care whether or not I'm alive.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lieza and Liam, shortly before the events of the next chapter. Please enjoy.</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-25447656013653041682010-09-10T12:22:00.001-07:002010-09-10T12:28:30.934-07:00Parthia Map<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4PZUeHSbSPIoWrXVm_nghzrTa7KC6OGWVQ-xk3WyJfirJcNm2LDOJJMkZbWIGDZRjOQMYN2yvZjoGHbv35xl9kd3zu70yWrQaPBo-umsfcSLI2s7LF4DHCgsNFMCPlEyr7Fa_6jFHis/s1600/parthia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4PZUeHSbSPIoWrXVm_nghzrTa7KC6OGWVQ-xk3WyJfirJcNm2LDOJJMkZbWIGDZRjOQMYN2yvZjoGHbv35xl9kd3zu70yWrQaPBo-umsfcSLI2s7LF4DHCgsNFMCPlEyr7Fa_6jFHis/s320/parthia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515367674619938242" /></a>Sorry if the file is huge. This is a rough map of Parthia, where a lot of the story is taking place right now. Rue and Rhiannon started in Amber (Amberite province), Valesti starts in Levite, and we meet Tobias in Ezira. The characters are in mid Lud right now, about to meet another party member...<div><br /></div><div>So their path was from Amberite, through Lamech, up into Kush, where they hopped a train that took them through Akkad, Nahor, and into Lud. Please enjoy.</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-4422307750256058692010-09-01T15:07:00.000-07:002010-09-01T15:19:23.640-07:00Tobias Page<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjdGlh3QaznzuyaYxJ-3LalBRS9BsZg0GTb2HwIR7by233CMRrnLe0vhnzL6r0VFtMjmNXQcpOmOLeL8awVEVq6OHZZaSlZ9Hh-HsqNuzslI7PwIdUl9YbxfEkuPOEqT5TZbFNX8h80M/s1600/tobiaspage+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjdGlh3QaznzuyaYxJ-3LalBRS9BsZg0GTb2HwIR7by233CMRrnLe0vhnzL6r0VFtMjmNXQcpOmOLeL8awVEVq6OHZZaSlZ9Hh-HsqNuzslI7PwIdUl9YbxfEkuPOEqT5TZbFNX8h80M/s320/tobiaspage+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512072548031514786" /></a><br /><div>Some Tobias so I can stop being so depressed. Whatever happened to "Do Unto Others..?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah. You believe you came from the muck.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please enjoy.</div>Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892169027086254687.post-37153181279791696682010-09-01T10:16:00.000-07:002010-09-01T10:20:34.466-07:00Dancing Lieza<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXue8kiw8cy93IN95JJJSUefWYZAPgMebir0Z7A2V2XfpX-F5hEpTLziT4P3XciNnOxaGYEReEEoGGogIQvL3l1rKMJTRZeoovLbCqY8vmgzhEaiwKqmIEMVf-ArqurXzrx97IMH7pyw/s1600/dancinglieza+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXue8kiw8cy93IN95JJJSUefWYZAPgMebir0Z7A2V2XfpX-F5hEpTLziT4P3XciNnOxaGYEReEEoGGogIQvL3l1rKMJTRZeoovLbCqY8vmgzhEaiwKqmIEMVf-ArqurXzrx97IMH7pyw/s320/dancinglieza+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511995457299025298" /></a>I imagine you're starting to hate me. There's a funny thing about Lieza- as much as I imagine Rhiannon always at the point developmentally at the beginning of her story arc, I always imagine Lieza as how she ends up being. I hope that sentence made sense. This will likely be the last post for today. Prepare though for a lot of Tobias soon.Sachairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01720615768163975664noreply@blogger.com0