<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883909507543426372</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:09:23.189-08:00</updated><category term='christianity'/><category term='tall ships'/><category term='macintosh'/><category term='satan'/><category term='sea'/><category term='God'/><category term='apple'/><category term='mac'/><category term='macbook'/><category term='religion'/><category term='geese ducks food hungry aquatic fowl'/><category term='prose'/><category term='sailing'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='love'/><category term='boats'/><category term='devil'/><title type='text'>eirwen online: unplugged</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08137657331766519265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOfvIU314cI/AAAAAAAAAak/y-F91WEaIH0/S220/100_1802.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883909507543426372.post-1056506483186538044</id><published>2008-11-24T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:45:53.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a faerie's night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SSr2U9b14_I/AAAAAAAAAd4/1ThXYZjHYlQ/s1600-h/details.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://fc90.deviantart.com/fs39/i/2008/313/e/6/hungry__by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc46.deviantart.com/fs38/i/2008/313/7/5/__sitting_ducks___by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 547px;" src="http://fc46.deviantart.com/fs38/i/2008/313/7/5/__sitting_ducks___by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4883909507543426372-1966454189603544301?l=eirwenonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1966454189603544301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4883909507543426372&amp;postID=1966454189603544301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/1966454189603544301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/1966454189603544301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/2008/11/birds.html' title='birds'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08137657331766519265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOfvIU314cI/AAAAAAAAAak/y-F91WEaIH0/S220/100_1802.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883909507543426372.post-1047708925254209325</id><published>2008-10-24T00:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:53:53.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>Pitter patter. Drops of rain slowly fall on the cold concrete. Exploding into smaller droplets on contact. Beautiful mirrors of colour. Pinks, purples, and blues--all dancing in the light. They hold an audience frozen. There's something purifying in watching the light dance in the water. Slowly the dirt and debris slowly washes away, leaving clean streets and walks behind. Sound echoes in between the buildings. Eerie and beautiful. Nature's gift to human conquest over it. But unless one stops and listens, you'll miss the greatest symphony. People walk by not knowing or caring that they're missing one of history's greatest moments. A crescendo is heard as the light fall of rain turns into a deluge. Haunting, but still beautiful. Young girls and boys spill forth from buildings. Dancing and playing in the water falling heavily from the heavens. A gray curtain hiding the ugliness called humanity. However, it's because of the buildings that the beautiful songs and music can be created. Harkening back to a past that was simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Then it stops. Silence reigns. Children pause, adults slow down. They realize that they just missed the greatest song. Their psyche longs to go back just even ten seconds. But the moment is lost and the magic swept away. Slowly life returns to normal as the sun shines on the water left behind. A tantalizing echo of what just occurred. Reflections bounce off roofs and streets, glaring in the eyes of those who glance at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; And as rainbows fill the cracks and spaces, everyone forgets about the beauty that just took place. Appointments, duties, and needs fill their heads. And as the seconds fade away, the beauty of the moment disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; But yet, it lingers on, waiting for that next rainy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4883909507543426372-1047708925254209325?l=eirwenonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1047708925254209325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4883909507543426372&amp;postID=1047708925254209325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/1047708925254209325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/1047708925254209325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/2008/10/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08137657331766519265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOfvIU314cI/AAAAAAAAAak/y-F91WEaIH0/S220/100_1802.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883909507543426372.post-9012931461161081189</id><published>2008-10-24T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:44:38.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satan'/><title type='text'>il amore e la belleza</title><content type='html'>I was browsing my deviantart account today and I came across stuff I'd written back when I was in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to post a couple of my favourite short pieces :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; “I just want to wake up!”  The scream rose through the darkness that threatened to engulf her.  “Someone, anyone come save me and pull me up!”  She pleaded as a sob ragged and dry escaped her throat.  “Please just come for me,” her form bent over as the rush of tears took over her body.  Spent, she stared at the wall in front of her, one of the four that she had put up to protect herself.  Tears began to prickle in her eyes again as she bit her mouth shut to prevent any sound from escaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Come to me, and I will come near to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Where did the voice come from?  Last she knew no unwanted people, sounds, or voices penetrated he citadel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Come beloved, I stand and call.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Drumming her fingers into her ears, she tried to block out the voice.  Why wouldn’t it go away?  It was wreaking havoc with her heart.  She had thought that she had killed it.  So she couldn’t feel anymore.  She thought she had dealt with that voice years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Beloved!  I love you.  Come.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; No!  She would force the voice to go away.  Standing up, she ran around the confines she had built for herself searching for a way to escape the voice.  It stirred thoughts that were supposed to be long dead.  Smells, feelings, sights, tastes.  All surrounded her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;How I’ve longed to gather you to me my love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Slowly her defenses began to crumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I have never forgotten you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Unbidden, hope began to grow in her breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I have loved you with an everlasting love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; It wasn’t true.  It couldn’t be- could it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;My love, I will be your help.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; That was impossible.  Who would want to help her?  It was her fault in the beginning that she was in this situation.  Was it true though?  These promises of help and love forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Place your hope in me my rose of Sharon.  I will guard it     and help it grow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Everyone she had hoped in had hurt her.  Why should she trust this voice of reassurance?  For all she knew it could be another person, there just to use her until she had served her purpose.  No earlier, no later.  However, there was something in his voice that she couldn’t help begin to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Come search for me, and I will make myself known to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; She just had to search for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;What a joke!  You believe this shit?  You have better more productive things to do than listen to this crap.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Another voice pushed its way into her head.  A grown came out before she could stifle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;What?  You don’t want me?  I heard what you know.  I hear everything who was the one always there for you.  Making sure that you were molded into the person you are today.  He could never do that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; The voice before had sounded more loving and inviting.  Granted he had always been there for her.  His suggestions and prodding somehow had put where she was today.  Prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;There is a glory calling you my love.  Come to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Unbidden, her hands grasped towards the voice.  Loving and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;NOOOOOOO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; A scream so terrible and so penetrating pierced the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;I won’t let go of you.  I worked so hard to get you.  I won’t let you escape.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; The bonds that she had placed upon herself grew tighter, forcing her arms to constrict to her sides.  She lashed out at him, “I want to be rid of you and the “comfort” you give.  Leave me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Never.  You’re mine.  You gave up yourself to me.  Mind body and soul.  It’s impossible my pet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; A hiss of laughter surrounded her.  Taunting and hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;She’s mine.  I created her, and I choose to take her.  I love her with all I posses.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; More laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Like I said, impossible.  She’s mine forever.  Unless…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; The voice dripped with evil and foreboding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Unless I take her place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;She’s destined to die.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;You fool!  Why would you do that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Because I love her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; The laughter sounded again.  A string of bells rung discordantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Finally!  My desire has come.  My desire has taken shape at last.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; She somehow knew what was going to happen.  It was like a blow to her resolve.  This man, whomever he was.  Was going to die in her place.  She didn’t understand.  It was her fault.  It was all her fault.  The yell seemed to come from nowhere.  “NO!  Please don’t do it.  Please!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Oh but it is.  It is far too late.  You stupid little girl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; She shrank under his voice.  Tears sprang to her eyes.  “But I’m not worth it.  I’m not worth it for you to die for me.  I’m not worth it.”  Her voice trailed off into a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;But beloved.  You are.  You are worth anything to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; She could sense it more than feel it.  Someone was dieing.  Slow and painfully.  And she knew exactly who it was.  “Why?  Why?  Why did you ever do this to yourself?”  Tears rolled silently down her cheeks.  There was nothing she could do.  If only it hadn’t come to this.  She would have come to him and loved him for all she was worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;The idiot!  You’re still mine to keep.  Nothing he did or could have done would save you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; The laughter grew around her.  Louder and louder.  Yet could hope be real again?  All because of a thought just borne in her head?  She was free now.   This man who had died for her.  He wouldn’t do that unless he could prove himself victorious.  The hope blossomed within her.  She could be free from the prison she had made.  She only had one choice now.  Freedom or slavery.  Bounding up, she yelled, “I choose freedom and love!”  At the top of her lungs.  “I choose beauty,” she almost whispered to herself.  A loving intimate thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Light began to shine through her walls, crumbling them upon the touch of its rays.  Climbing over them, she shed all the burdens and chains that she had desperately held onto all these years.  For the first time, she felt free, and the scream of dismay at her escape could do nothing to dampen her spirits.  She was free.  If only He hadn’t died.  If only she had chosen him before all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;But darling, I’m here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Spinning, she looked around.  A smile burst forth when she sighted a man waiting for her.  Picking up her feet, she ran into his arms.  All she could feel was love radiating from the arms surrounding her.  “I’m sorry I didn’t come to you earlier.  I’m so sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;You wouldn’t be truly free if it was the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  I love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4883909507543426372-9012931461161081189?l=eirwenonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/feeds/9012931461161081189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4883909507543426372&amp;postID=9012931461161081189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/9012931461161081189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/9012931461161081189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/2008/10/il-amore-e-la-belleza.html' title='il amore e la belleza'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08137657331766519265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOfvIU314cI/AAAAAAAAAak/y-F91WEaIH0/S220/100_1802.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883909507543426372.post-6409717681090482137</id><published>2008-10-22T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:03:01.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macintosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>woot woot</title><content type='html'>How exciting.  I bought a Macintosh.  And no, not the fruit :P  Last week, Apple released the new macbook family and I bought the new and snazzy macbook.  Finally, I'm realizing a dream that I've had since oh gosh, at least high school.  I honestly can't wait till I get it in me puny wee little hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ca/macbook/images/overview-hero20081014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://images.apple.com/ca/macbook/images/overview-hero20081014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ca/macbook/images/overview-gallery4-20081014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://images.apple.com/ca/macbook/images/overview-gallery4-20081014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ca/macbook/images/overview-gallery2-20081014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://images.apple.com/ca/macbook/images/overview-gallery2-20081014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ca/macbook/images/overview-gallery3-20081014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://images.apple.com/ca/macbook/images/overview-gallery3-20081014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am excited. I've been tracking it on the UPS site ever since I learnt that it was shipped.  It started it's journey in Shanghai on the 20th, and currently it's in Anchorage, Alaska, having made a stop in Chiba, Japan.  Woot!  Maybe I'll have it tomorrow or by Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4883909507543426372-6409717681090482137?l=eirwenonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/feeds/6409717681090482137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4883909507543426372&amp;postID=6409717681090482137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/6409717681090482137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/6409717681090482137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/2008/10/woot-woot.html' title='woot woot'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08137657331766519265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOfvIU314cI/AAAAAAAAAak/y-F91WEaIH0/S220/100_1802.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883909507543426372.post-4139247965932458446</id><published>2008-10-08T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:41:40.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOxx8kuA8aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Da6g2281BbE/s1600-h/101_0626blackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOxx8kuA8aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Da6g2281BbE/s400/101_0626blackandwhite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254700150697292194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;nero e bianca. i margherite&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4883909507543426372-4139247965932458446?l=eirwenonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/feeds/4139247965932458446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4883909507543426372&amp;postID=4139247965932458446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/4139247965932458446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/4139247965932458446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/2008/10/daisy.html' title='daisy'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08137657331766519265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOfvIU314cI/AAAAAAAAAak/y-F91WEaIH0/S220/100_1802.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOxx8kuA8aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Da6g2281BbE/s72-c/101_0626blackandwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883909507543426372.post-1713245643627694287</id><published>2008-10-07T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:00:56.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>childlike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOvN4u7jVWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Ft9IebEn-7o/s1600-h/101_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOvN4u7jVWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Ft9IebEn-7o/s400/101_0591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254519764811994466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;la mia amica picola&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4883909507543426372-1713245643627694287?l=eirwenonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1713245643627694287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4883909507543426372&amp;postID=1713245643627694287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/1713245643627694287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/1713245643627694287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/2008/10/childlike.html' title='childlike'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08137657331766519265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOfvIU314cI/AAAAAAAAAak/y-F91WEaIH0/S220/100_1802.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOvN4u7jVWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Ft9IebEn-7o/s72-c/101_0591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883909507543426372.post-2492573004367560335</id><published>2008-10-05T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:09:55.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>l'autunno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOmbxYUtgZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ErHF34UWEcQ/s1600-h/100_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOmbxYUtgZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ErHF34UWEcQ/s400/100_1491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253901712949608850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;some of the most beautiful moments happen when you least expect it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on my way home from the bus stop.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4883909507543426372-2492573004367560335?l=eirwenonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2492573004367560335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4883909507543426372&amp;postID=2492573004367560335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/2492573004367560335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/2492573004367560335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/2008/10/lautunno.html' title='l&apos;autunno'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08137657331766519265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOfvIU314cI/AAAAAAAAAak/y-F91WEaIH0/S220/100_1802.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOmbxYUtgZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ErHF34UWEcQ/s72-c/100_1491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883909507543426372.post-8911854449693527168</id><published>2008-10-04T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:41:10.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tall ships'/><title type='text'>il mare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc39.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/268/d/9/Looking_Out_by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://fc39.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/268/d/9/Looking_Out_by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;vedere fuore&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc66.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/267/8/4/Natural_Beauty_by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://fc66.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/267/8/4/Natural_Beauty_by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;bella naturale&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4883909507543426372-8911854449693527168?l=eirwenonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8911854449693527168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4883909507543426372&amp;postID=8911854449693527168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/8911854449693527168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/8911854449693527168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/2008/10/il-mare.html' title='il mare'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08137657331766519265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOfvIU314cI/AAAAAAAAAak/y-F91WEaIH0/S220/100_1802.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883909507543426372.post-9102968233288230308</id><published>2008-10-04T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:47:59.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc65.deviantart.com/fs22/i/2007/348/c/e/Entwined_by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://fc65.deviantart.com/fs22/i/2007/348/c/e/Entwined_by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Entwined.  Holding the other, safe from the world in which they live.  Even if for a short space of time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4883909507543426372-9102968233288230308?l=eirwenonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/feeds/9102968233288230308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4883909507543426372&amp;postID=9102968233288230308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/9102968233288230308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/9102968233288230308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/2008/10/sisters.html' title='sisters'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08137657331766519265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOfvIU314cI/AAAAAAAAAak/y-F91WEaIH0/S220/100_1802.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883909507543426372.post-5601019424731555914</id><published>2008-10-04T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:42:09.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feminity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc14.deviantart.com/fs37/i/2008/278/b/e/l__attente_by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://fc14.deviantart.com/fs37/i/2008/278/b/e/l__attente_by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'attente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc47.deviantart.com/fs36/i/2008/278/7/5/la_femme_by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://fc47.deviantart.com/fs36/i/2008/278/7/5/la_femme_by_wantingtobreakfree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la femme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4883909507543426372-5601019424731555914?l=eirwenonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/feeds/5601019424731555914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4883909507543426372&amp;postID=5601019424731555914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/5601019424731555914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4883909507543426372/posts/default/5601019424731555914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eirwenonline.blogspot.com/2008/10/feminity.html' title='feminity'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08137657331766519265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5dKOFdfjzI/SOfvIU314cI/AAAAAAAAAak/y-F91WEaIH0/S220/100_1802.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
