New address, fellow peeps, NEW ADDRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Look up at the website address bar. Go ahead, look and see. It's different, I promise. I have changed from www.misticalnia.blogspot.com (because really, who wants to read something with that sort of title, right?) to www.writingawesomeness.blogspot.com ('cause that is much, much better :D ). 


Okay, peeps? So don't get lost on your way here, or else I'll send the big bad wolf after you.  . . . After I find someone to play big bad wolf, that is. Hmm, that'll be a problem. How about you, That Blond Guy? 

Sorry I'm being lazy and not posting part two of my awesome midnight dance story - which is a bit like cinderella, a bit like real life. I'll post soon, I swear. Seriously. Believe me.

Hey. We're all human. We all have faults. Leave me to mine, and I won't nag at yours. 

Calling all patriotic Americans

It's that time of year again here in America and people are celebrating the nation's glorious years starting from its humble beginnings as a newly born country in July 4, 1776 and now 235 years later in July 4, 2011. What changes we've experienced, what happiness, sorrow and everything in between! 


So, just wanted to say, "Happy Independence Day, USA!" Hmm, I wonder if the British celebrate this as a day of sorrow or something for them since they lost the loyalty of a valuable colony on this day. Any British people out there in blogland who could answer this question? What exactly do you guys do (if anything) on this day?   


Aside from that, here's a quote by Erma Bombeck about today: 

You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness.  You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.  

    

The Midnight Dance

Part One

Once upon a time in a kingdom called Fairytale, there lived a dashing young prince by the name of Danek Winsome. His rugged good looks put all others to shame - a tousle of dirty blond hair and deep blue eyes that were so dark they appeared almost black. Thus Prince Danek (or Dan, as he was often fondly addressed by his close friends) had a bounty of female admirers and a never-ending string of courtiers always tagging along behind him. The entire palace staff and household were at his heels, and if he so wished, they would come and lick his feet, so ready were they to obey him. 


However, like all human beings Dan had his flaws, and as comes with such wealth and handsome charm, naturally his flaw should be that he was extremely conceited and narcissistic, which many a times led others to believe he was quite the heart-breaker. He believed that since he had so many admirers that must mean that everyone in the land of Fairytale must adore him. But for one girl this wasn't the case. Her name was Fahtmari, and as her name indicated, she was the only foreigner at the royal court of Fairytale. Ever since Prince Danek had met Fahtmari, he had been fascinated with her uniquely different culture and the ways she did even the simplest things, like dress and eat. One day while he was studying in the grand library of his palace, he came upon Fahtmari sitting by herself in the Love and Marriage section of the place, reading a book on famous historical romances.


Arrogant as he was, Dan walked straight up to her, grabbed the book out of her small hands and said with a smirk on his face, "I see the foreign lady likes to fill her mind with romantic notions." 


"Ah, the great prince has decided to grace me with his presence." Fahtmari was not amused. She snatched the book away from him and tucked it back neatly into a shelf, and then stood up. She had to look up to see his face, since Fahtmari was so small compared to his towering height, and that did not make her pleased. As the prince looked down upon her with that stupid smile still on his face, she had the sudden urge to slap it right out of him. But of course she couldn't do that, so she swallowed her desires and pasted a brilliant smile on her face. "Did you merely come to tease me about my choice of reading material or do you have an actual purpose here, Your Highness?" she asked.


Prince Danek looked taken aback. Never had a courtier, especially a female one, spoken to him in such a way before. At first his face became a scowl, and he thought of punishing her for her insolence  then decided against it. She was, after all, a good friend. "No," he replied, shaking his head. "I came by to see you." 


"To see me? And to what do I owe this great honor?" 


"Lady, if I so wished I could send quite a good number of guards right now after you and send you to the dungeons for the way you behave towards me." 


"Oh, you could never do that, Your Highness." Prince Danek found Fahtmari's knowing smile excruciatingly annoying. He stomped his foot.  


"Yes, I certainly could. And I will." 


"No you won't. For we are friends, are we not? And it would break all rules of friendship for someone, even a prince, to send a good and loyal friend to the dungeons."  


Prince Danek blinked, and then suddenly smiled. Perfect. This was what he had been going for all along. Fahtmari backed away warily; she had learned long ago to be afraid of times when the prince smiled like that. A person who smiled like that never had good things in his mind. 


"So we are friends, then?" 


"I believe I just said that, Your Highness." 


"Then why don't you call me Dan? Why the formality?"


"I'm sorry Your High - Dan. I guess being away from your court for so long has taught me some manners." 


Prince Danek raised an eyebrow. "Is my court so unruly that you had to be gone so long? I missed your company greatly."


Fahtmari allowed herself to smile. The prince had his moments, like everyone else. He only had to be given a chance to express himself. "Thank you, Dan. I missed you, too." 


Prince Danek looked around the library excitedly, checking to make sure no one was nearby. And then he cornered an unsuspecting Fahtmari up against one of the shelves, tilted his head to one side and grinned. "Then come with me to the annual Midnight Dance, won't you? All the great nobility will be present, and of course, I will host it."


Fahtmari frowned and pushed the prince away from herself. To hell with that chance. He didn't deserve anything. Prince Danek with his one great flaw thought that her silence meant she was too shy to say yes and his heart surged with happiness. He was too much of a kingly dolt to see her frown, or take note of the fact that she had just pushed him away from her. 


"Great!" he cried. "I'll seek out the best seamstresses and bring them here to the palace so that you may have your dress designed and made to your liking. I assume that's fair?" 


Fahtmari rolled her eyes. He just did not get it. And probably never would. "Dan," she said, "get this into your head. I am not going to the dance, and especially not with you."   

Types of supposed extrasensory perception . . . just in case you were interested to know if you may or may not possess any of these awesomely freaky mind powers

Here they are: 


Bilocation - the state of being or the ability to be in two places at the same time
Clairaudience - the power to hear sounds said to exist beyond the reach of ordinary experiences of capacity, as the voices of the dead
Clairvoyance - the power of seeing objects or actions removed in space or time from natural viewing
Precognition - knowledge of a future event or situation, e.g. through extrasensory means
Psychokinesis/Telekinesis - the purported ability to move or deform inanimate objects, as metal spoons, through mental processes
Psychomancy - occult communication between souls or with spirits
Pyrokinesis - the ability to set objects or people on fire through the concentration of psychic power
Retrocognition - being or pertaining to memory or extrasensory perception of past events
Telepathy - communication between minds by some means other than sensory perception  
Premonition (this is the most common and widely acknowledged to be present in most people) - having a feeling about the future

My prom story.....sorry to keep y'all waiting

Sorry, but I'm not telling you guys my prom story just yet because, okay, frankly, I'm being lazy. I'm too lazy to type out all of that whole entire thing. So until I get over my stupid laziness, you will have to wait. Hey, I'm only human, all right? 

Wandering thoughts

Some of my friends and I were discussing true love as a theme today in some famous literary works; for example, Shakespeare's beloved Romeo and Juliet - and wondering whether such a thing as true love really exists in this world or not. 

Being an utterly hopeless romantic, I'd love to believe that such a thing as powerful and binding as true love is out there in the world, though difficult it may be to find, but modern-day realism unfortunately cuts in sometimes to shatter my blissful fantasies. With my young years, I have no idea what true love really is so obviously I wonder often: does it truly exist? Can there be such a thing that unites two hearts and souls completely, and makes a person half of the other, and only together they are one? Can a person love another so deeply and permanently that he or she would be willing to make sacrifices for the significant other? I come from a country with a culture of "arranged" marriages (and I put that in quotes because except for in some of the truly rural villages, they're not really arranged anymore, but the parents or the girl seek out a boy they like, the two families meet and voila the wedding bells soon ring). But notice I said like not love. Sure, a married couple can live happily together and be compatible and have children and grow old together, but do they truly and wholeheartedly love each other? Now, of course I'm not speaking for everyone, but there are some married couples out there who appreciate each other, like each other, know each other well as friends, but do they truly love each other?  And I mean love in the sense of the intense, passionate, and so-over-the-top-it-fills-your-mind-with-nothing-else kind of love. In simpler words, the fairy tale kind. 

So what do you guys think? Is there such a thing? And if so, then how do you know when you've found The One?

I didn't mean to get too deep into this, but I've been wondering now for a few days after that discussion with my friends (I swear it was solely related to American literature) so I just had to get it out of my system. And especially since the divorce rates are so high nowadays. According to Jennifer Baker of the Forest Institute of Professional Psychology, 50% of first marriages end up in divorce. As a Muslim, we believe God's words when He said in the Qur'an (our holy text) that He has made us out of the rib of our partner (although this is not able to be genetically tested, and whoever that partner shall be will be the one a person is destined for. So what if a couple marries because they thought they loved each other, only a few years later find they couldn't get along and divorced? Did they think it was love at first, only to find out later on that it wasn't? But if it was real true love, then it would've lasted, wouldn't it? And does it also mean then that that couple wasn't meant for each other, according to the holy verses?