http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:Navaunir&section=today deviantART RSS for by:Navaunir en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Sun, 06 Dec 2009 19:58:00 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/28689929/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/28689929/ Tue, 01 Dec 2009 12:23:32 PST Since I haven't written anything at all in the past couple of months, let alone put anything on my DA, I am here to ask anybody if they have any ideas.

Soo... Get that think-tank a-rolling!

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/28185148/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/28185148/ Fri, 06 Nov 2009 18:47:26 PST I started some new deviation to do, but I ended up hating it because only the first part of it was actually good and the rest of it didn't fit at all (of course I'm talking about literature; I hardly ever draw). If blegh was a word, I would use it to describe the slump I'm in. Not agonizing, but just blegh.
Of the least importance, I just made a Facebook, and within two minutes of creating it I recieved five friend requests, and now I'm up to eighteen in less than a day. Sure I know most of them, but what is the point of such a website? I hear everyone talking about Farmville, a game you can play that is supposed to be more addicting than it is fun. I immediately became a fan of "Not playing farmville" if anyone knows what that means. In fact, if anyone else knows anything about facebook, please tell me. I'm pretty much lost.
Once more, with feeling: blegh and goodbye.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/26614221/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/26614221/ Sat, 15 Aug 2009 17:52:29 PDT Now that I'm back, I have less than two weeks to find my french book and finish two summer projects... (it's just like last year! Damn you John Stienbeck for making Grapes of Wrath so long!)
I really can't bring myself to do anything right now. As soon as I got home at 2:00 in the afternoon (that is, 14:00 for those of you that run on the wierd time scheme) I really did nothing until some pizza came at 7:00 (19:00) and then here I am now.
I really don't feel like doing anything right now....

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/26366059/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/26366059/ Mon, 03 Aug 2009 18:54:37 PDT Praise God, since I've finally finished my paper on the Crucible! Now, I need to start my US history work (said to take three weeks, which is about all the time I have left before summer is over) and my French work. Unfortunately, I lost my copy of Le Petit Prince, which we were supposed to read. If anybody has one (mainly you, Jordan, since everybody else who's my friend is from a different country) I'd love to borrow it.

Last night, I dreamt something pretty weird. There was an unveiling of a new pokemon game with only one new pokemon: a metal tentacool. Some dude dressed in an Ash Ketchum suit lead the demo, and then I was randomly at the zoo where an aligator was swimming in a shark tank with the limb of a fellow aligator in its mouth. Then my mind somehow managed to fit in a sequence where Led Zeppelin was a Christian band, and one of their songs was basically saying 'f-you demonic people,' but eloquently. If you're wondering where the angels come in, it's right after that.
Some song that I apparently dreamt about before (though before it had no words) now presented two lines of strange lyrics:
Songs... In the night-time
Angels... In the dark
The voice singing it was very soothing and the music accompanying it sounded a light sage green (if you can relate noises to colors, like I can. If not, then you'll have no idea what I'm talking about).
Does anybody else relate colors to sounds, really?

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/25251019/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/25251019/ Thu, 11 Jun 2009 09:18:26 PDT
Other than that, Assassins' Creed made me angry yesterday. During a mission where I had to steath-kill three people (that's it. Only three people), I kept failing for practically no reason. I'd kill one of the guys only to have the second stumble upon his dead body and have the mission say I've failed as I was just about to kill him too. Plus, there are retarded people all around you and will push you onto the ground, making it nearly impossible to remain hidden, therefore failing the mission on you. The best part was that one of these targets was on the roof, so I'd need to go out of hiding to reach him, only to figure out he was on another rooftop. Thankfully, I succeeded some half hour later and as a cause of that I enjoyed assassinating their leader a little too much.

Well, until next time, then?

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]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/25156996/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/25156996/ Sat, 06 Jun 2009 07:25:45 PDT Watching the announcements at school inspired me somehow (we have video for ours, and some kids did all kinds of special effects), and now I have a new idea about something resembling the piece I did with Rachael's Song, except less/more depressing, depending on how you see it. I have not forgotten about Eloren's story (from my piece entitled Confidence, if you remember). Perhaps I'll mold these three stories into one at some point, since I started thinking what it would be like to have my new character and Eloren fight Alether (the main character of LM. You never got to know his real name, so Serene called him that which means "The One From the Middle." This battle would be interesting since Alether basically cannot die).

By the way, the upcoming movie 9 looks interesting, and not because it is Tim Burton's newest work.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/24657477/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/24657477/ Fri, 08 May 2009 19:12:47 PDT Like a Boss is the funniest song I have ever heard, as an unrelated topic.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/24361534/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/24361534/ Tue, 21 Apr 2009 14:21:36 PDT Other than that, I've started to work on Tales of Lod again, and this time I think I know how to start it (and by that I mean Chapter one. I have completed the Prologue and I shall post it here if you guys want me to.)
Also, I have recently created three short stories for my creative writing class and if you would like to read those, then I can post them too (two are about marital problems and one is a new fantasy for me to distract myself with, though it still has the theme of dreams and such as with Lost Memories).
Speaking of LM, I will hopefully be submitting the flashback chapter and the sad ending soon.

Alas, spring (and therefore its warm weather) is upon us. Thus, my progress (or lack thereof) will be impeded if the day would be considered "nice" by my father, causing me to stay outside until the sun goes down (or if I happen to be swamped with a whole-day consuming project of which I had procrastinated). In other words, things may take a little longer than expected.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/23947313/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/23947313/ Sun, 29 Mar 2009 08:40:04 PDT [link] ) and you need the RPG maker RTP to play it, which can be found on Google somewhere. I've decided to spread it to you guys since the usual crowd on UI aren't as responsive.

In other news, Happening 68 was great, The Children of Hurin is the prequel to the prequel to the LOTR series, and I am happy.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/23327452/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/23327452/ Sat, 21 Feb 2009 15:58:04 PST )is most likely going to get sick within the next three days, since she's been hanging out around me too much. As a side note, alca-seltzer may taste horrible, but it works.
In other news, I've started to replay Jet Set Radio Future, an Xbox game that came with the system. It's fun, though most of the time you're left wandering around not knowing where you need to go, and because of that the game takes about 20 hours to complete the story, not counting all unlockables. Also, the songs from the game are so dang catchy that you'll have them stuck in your mind for hours or even days after you've stopped playing.
In the lightest mood I could possibly be in at this state, I recall the five episodes of The Chasers' War on Everything that have aired on G4 on Wednesdays. They are freaking hilarious, and some of the jokes I understand the meaning behind them (like the one where they make fun of people putting so much money into Christian music while Jesus set an example as a poor man and said not to concern yourself with wealth or popularity or proud or etc.) though most of their jokes are just them being jack-asses, but in a safe way (the Doctor Who song). As I've said to a few other people, I reccomend watching it, Wednesdays at 9:00 (PM).

PS, Jordan, will you come to Happening this time, or shall I send my ninja friends to drag you there themselves?

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/22758684/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/22758684/ Fri, 23 Jan 2009 12:07:38 PST Aside from my love of cold weather (haha! COLD weather, COLDplay. I didn't even mean for this to happen), Happening is coming around again! Which means I'm going to annoy you (Jordan) and many other people to come (though I'll understand if you need to take your time while considering which religion to celebrate--Christianity or Tim Burtanity with the new movie Coraline (no, they do not mean Caroline))!

Among other announcements, I'm in a creative writing class this semester and will hopefully be getting the materials I need in the mail (it's an online class). Thankfully, there are only seven assignments that need turned in, so I still have quite some time. Though, being that the second assignment is a short story, I'm really hoping that the materials will come soon. (Be expecting for me to put up some of the works later on in the year).

Lastly, I have finally begun writing ToL, after an extensive period of writing down most of the symbols/characterizations/etc./etc./et cetera... Maybe I'll put that up too so that you'll actually understand me when I'm talking about my book.... Just maybe...

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]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/20875297/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/20875297/ Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:24:56 PDT and maybe *cough*)! I've really nothing to report at this moment except that I feel really excited for Fable II and Happening (*cough* Jordan) even though I have a huge load of work to do for this week (not mentioning that Fable II and Happening aren't for weeks to come yet). Lastly, before I leave you all again for an undisposed period of time with which I will not be writing much at all, I give you...

MURPHY'S LAWS (reader discretion is advised at the last part. Stolen from my friend's myspace page)



Nothing is as easy as it looks.

Everything takes longer than you think.

Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong. Corollary: If there is a worse time for something to go wrong, it will happen then.

If anything simply cannot go wrong, it will anyway.

If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which a procedure can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop.

Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.

If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.

Nature always sides with the hidden flaw.

Mother nature is a bitch.

It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.

Whenever you set out to do something, something else must be done first.

Every solution breeds new problems.


Murphy's Law of Research

Enough research will tend to support your theory.

Murphy's Law of Copiers

The legibility of a copy is inversely proportional to its importance.

Murphy's Law of the Open Road:

When there is a very long road upon which there is a one-way bridge placed at random, and there are only two cars on that road, it follows that: (1) the two cars are going in opposite directions, and (2) they will always meet at the bridge.

Murphy's Law of Thermodynamics

Things get worse under pressure.

The Murphy Philosophy

Smile . . . tomorrow will be worse.

Quantization Revision of Murphy's Laws

Everything goes wrong all at once.

Murphy's Constant

Matter will be damaged in direct proportion to its value


Murphy's Corollaries




Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.

It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious

Law of the Perversity of Nature (Mrs. Murphy's Corollary):

You cannot successfully determine beforehand which side of the bread to butter.

Corollary (Jenning):

The chance of the bread falling with the buttered side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.


Commentaries




Hill's Commentaries on Murphy's Laws



If we lose much by having things go wrong, take all possible care.

If we have nothing to lose by change, relax.

If we have everything to gain by change, relax.

If it doesn't matter, it does not matter.


O'Toole's Commentary

Murphy was an optimist.


NBC's Addendum to Murphy's Law
You never run out of things that can go wrong.

Murphy's Military Laws




Never share a foxhole with anyone braver than you are.

No battle plan ever survives contact with the enemy.

Friendly fire ain't.

The most dangerous thing in the combat zone is an officer with a map.

The problem with taking the easy way out is that the enemy has already mined it.

The buddy system is essential to your survival; it gives the enemy somebody else to shoot at.

The further you are in advance of your own positions, the more likely your artillery will shoot short.

Incoming fire has the right of way.

If your advance is going well, you ar... ]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/20675532/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/20675532/ Thu, 25 Sep 2008 18:59:25 PDT
And to show you all my inner confusion in a sense that won't be understood, I give you all The Ocean by Led Zeppelin.

Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain
Hitting on the moonshine, rock you in the brain
Ain't no time to pack my bag, my foots outside the door
Got a date, I can't be late, for the high hopes hailla ball. (???)

Singing to an ocean, I can hear the ocean's roar
Play for free, play for me and play a whole lot more, more!
Singing about good things and the sun that lights the day
I used to sing of the mountains, has the ocean lost it's way?

Sitting round, we're singing songs 'til the night turns into day
Used to sing of the mountains, but the mountains washed away
Now I'm singing all my songs to the girl who won my heart
She is only three years old and it's a real fine way to start.

Yeah. Eventually when we grow up to be men or women, we need to leave our mystic Mountains of the daydreams of our childhood behind. Eventually we only start to care about our family (sons, daughters, whatever)... Meh....

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/20153756/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/20153756/ Mon, 25 Aug 2008 17:49:16 PDT Ugh!" And despite me having practically no sleep on acount of a nightmare I won't disclose, I wasn't that tired in the morning. Man...It feels wierd to be back. And crowded, because the school board people are retards and don't know how to manage their business *cough* 3.5 million dollars in debt *cough*.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/20007331/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/20007331/ Sun, 17 Aug 2008 15:47:07 PDT Anywho, now that I'm here, I'll tell you about my trip (No Flashback Included). First, the eight hour car ride. GPS lady voices and the same old comedy that we always watch are the only things you hear. Ah, I don't kow what my family would do without My Big Fat Greek Wedding... (Also, just to let you know, we brought our dog, Roxy, along with us. She can't sit still for more than two minutes, so you can imagine the fanagaling I had to do with the dog sitting on my lap). As soon as we get there at around 7:00, we are treated to a nice, meatless dinner. As I didn't mention, my cousins in Indiana are vegetarians, all except for the dad, who is allergic to some dog fur. Luckily, Roxy is a hypoallergenic breed. But wait, they too have a dog. A practically bald (except for the face), pimple covered, potatoe-shaped dog named Maxine. The dogs hate each other. They don't really bark, though. They just sit there, eyeballing each other. Sinisterly... (Mwahaha! Poem reference!) Our sleeping arangements were so...(word that means 'I am not used to it'....Either sleep on a brick that's raised up or on two slabs of wood on the floor (i.e. a stiff bed or two couch cousions). Next day I saw the wierdest commercial, quote 'Hey guys, want some good quality entertainment?' with a girl in the background in a yellow jump-suit. Guess what it was for? I'll give you some more quotes 'Come down to the greatest strip joint in town!' or 'Want it round an' firm? Or how 'bout clean an' smoothe?' Still no guesses? Fine, I'll tell you. It was a used car parts commercial for a place called 'ull-A-Part.' Yup. I couldn't escape the notion of sex throughout the entire vacation. Bugs mating in my mother's hair. Turtles. WALRUSES. That's right. Koo-koo-kachoo! I felt so wierded out, I just couldn't stand it (not to mention that in The Grapes of Wrath, there is notions of breeding cows). Besides the koo-kachoo-ing at the zoo, I got to pet a shark, and I also had the choice of getting mauled by an emu. I chose not to, 'cause, well, look at it! It was standing right next to the railing, staring at you. The sign that said 'It might bite' was right under it. Oh, that's really inviting, especially if people are all around you and...well, you get the picture. Other than that, canoe-ing, and the state fair, we just did nothing. All I can say now is thank God that I'm home!

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19892948/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19892948/ Mon, 11 Aug 2008 08:21:36 PDT Buy every site on the internet and ration off the pornographic sites only to the nations that obey you!!! Hahahahahahaha! I'm still insane! Though, we may need military back up for those tougher nations... Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19866253/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19866253/ Sat, 09 Aug 2008 17:25:02 PDT
PS, my "mood" button is broken, so by no means am I content.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19559185/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19559185/ Wed, 23 Jul 2008 16:51:07 PDT guest lecture... When that is over, you go into your mom's or sister's car and go home. Not also to mention that It is coming with you. By the time you are home it is 5:00 or around there and you need to eat dinner, do any chores/excersizes/etc. Thankfully, It left as soon as you got home, so you do not need to be bothered. But, now you try to relax, but your little brother is on the computer, your little sister is watching every single TV in the house AND is on the other computer, and your older sister is in oblivia, so no communication is possible. Eventually, it is time to upstairs. I would say "time to go to sleep," but you won't find that sweet getaway so soon. You must talk with your little brother long into the night even after you finished watching a movie till late at night. When you finally fall asleep, you are awakened at 8:00, being told that It is going to come soon and you must eat your breakfast quickly.

Anywho, besides what I have to go through five days out of the week, I am writing a short story. This is more or less an excuse as to why I haven't put anything up in a while, but oh well. You all are lucky that you don't have to deal with It, though I am going to be "thrust forward 10 years in the computer science field," so I guess I'll have to stomach it.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19207331/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19207331/ Fri, 04 Jul 2008 18:20:26 PDT The Tales of Lod. I came upon this name when thinking of what would go on the back of the book. Of course it was a poem, and I was thinking of a word to rhyme with God. Ohh, it's so PERFECT!!!

Also, for those of you who care, this is not an ordinary story. You will not be able to predict the outcome of the book even before the last chapter. It does not have a happy ending, but it is not a tradgedy. I would say it has a hopeful ending. Hopeful that you can escape all of your mistakes and start anew...The main character is not human-like in any aspect except for physically (and that is hardly close). He cannot love. He cannot feel happiness. He cannot feel pain. He cannot feel anger. He cannot feel sadness. Inside him is a war between light and darkness, constantly, while he himself is trying to fight an external darkness. And to spoil you, by the near-end of the second book...it looks like the inner darkness is winning...

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19131988/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19131988/ Mon, 30 Jun 2008 17:00:39 PDT
While on his constant run away from the Enforcers, our out of place protagonist(?) encounters a speed bump. Oh, but this is no ordinary speed bump. This is an aerial speed bump. Completely pointless, they just float aimlessly in the skyways with their large yellow print "CHANGE ALTITUDE!!!" While trying to avoid it, he crashes part of his windshield off of it. He presses a button on his steering pad and makes a phone call.
"Yes? Send me to my insurance agent." he says, half of the transmitted picture gone because it is shown on his widsheild.
"What do ya need? ((In Spanish))"
"Let's say I hit a speed bump and it broke my windsheild... Am I insured?"
"Did you try to avoid it? ((This time, in English))"
[[Also, keep in mind that the police sirens are constantly in the background as he continues to fly at full speed, talkint to his insurance agent]]
"Of course! I bet they made those things for people to get hit! So, am I?"
"Let's see..."
He passes through an electrical field and his communications are severed. I guess even bad(?) guys have bad(??) days too...

Aside from this, I found the ultimate inspiration to write:
Get a burnt cookie and set it right next to you as you write. You are not allowed to get up or stop writing until you finish that cookie. If you get up, get another cookie. No milk allowed.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19096527/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/19096527/ Sat, 28 Jun 2008 17:10:57 PDT no one ever steals these days, we're just all pirates. It's true. Nobody actually pays for music these days. Anyways, my life is just confusing these days, and it's driving me crazy. If any of you have remedies for insanity, please tell me so. I have searched for a cure for too long now, and I've all about given up. So much so that insanity is normal. ... Okay, I'm not really that insane, but I am a little off. Oh well. Everything heals in time.

A random dream I had over the past few days:

A man with bleached white curly hair down to his mid-back wearing 80's punk rocker attire is running away from the cops. Of course, this is in the future, so he is on a futuristic motorcycle, called a CEED, that is capable of both ground and air travel. While running away from the cops, or Enforcers (as my dream called them), he is playing tapes of Samuel Richards, a name that just popped into my head. He speaks of things like "There once was a time when the sun shone down on this land; but it is not this day. There once was a time when there was joy in men's hearts and laughter in children's mouths; but it is not this day." Among others.

Anyways, I've been thinking, and I guess that produced nothing as of now. So, to make up for that, I shall give you Over the Hills and Far Away by Led Zeppelin. This is probably one of the few songs that everyone can like from Led Zeppelin. And, as sort of a disclaimer, the Nightwish version of this song sucks ass. Pardon my French, but it's true. Nightwish is the worst band in the entire world that sings in English. Now, whithout further ado, here it is:

Hey lady--you got the love I need
Maybe...more than enough.
Oh darling, darling, darling
Walk a while with me

Ooh, you've got so much...so much...so much...

Many times I loved
Many times been bitten
Many times I've gazed
Along the open road.

Many times I've lied
And many times I've listened
Many times I've wondered
How much there is to know.

Many dreams come true
And some have still their linings.
I live for my dreams
And a pocket full of gold.

Mellow is the mind
Who knows what hes been missing.
Many many men
Can't see the open road.

Many is a word
That only leaves you guessing
And thinkin' 'bout a thing
You really ought to know, oh, oh, oh, oh
Really ought to know, oh, oh
I really ought to know, ooh, oh
Oooh, you know I should, you know I should, you know I should...

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18874266/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18874266/ Mon, 16 Jun 2008 13:31:04 PDT Two days ago, my father made me realize something important: someone could steal my idea for my book. Even though I have a creative commons license, I will be removing most of my work pertaining to my book. However, for those of you that haven't read it yet, I will keep The Broken Legend up on this site for a little while longer (and I call it broken because it is not finished, not even the first chapter).
I am sorry for those of you that cared, but not many of you do, so whatever.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18816581/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18816581/ Fri, 13 Jun 2008 08:35:33 PDT Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more

Don't say -- goodbye
Don't say -- I didn't try...

These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies
You told us
The hurt, the blame!

And we will weep
To be so alone
We are lost!
We can never go home

So in the end
I will be -- what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me

Now we say -- goodbye
We say -- you didn't try...

These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!

And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost!
You can never go home

Jordan, I believe you'd be the one to listen to this song. I don't know about the rest of you, but this song is terrebly sad. Not to mention that it fits with Gollum's life (or Smeagol, whichever you prefer). I can't seem to find myself these days. My thoughts are lost, though my body is found. Found in the light, though mind is clouded dark...

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18789458/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18789458/ Wed, 11 Jun 2008 18:02:35 PDT Words fall short to hope, again
How beautiful, how vast Your love is
New forever, world without an end.
Mighty One, the Lord, calls to all the earth
From the rising of the sun
To the place it makes its bed
He calls His people,
And we will listen
He will not keep silent
'Till we feel the fire again
Wo-oh
'Till we feel the fire again
Wo-oh
A thankful heart prepares the way for You, my God (x2)
Come fall on us, we fall on You,
A thankful heart will be our rhythm
Come fall on us, we fall on You
A thankful heart will be our song
...
Mighty One, the Lord, calls to all the earth
For a mind that would bow down,
For a head that He could lift
He calls His people,
And we will listen
We will not keep silent
'Till we feel the fire again
Wo-oh
'Till we feel the fire again
Wo-oh
A thankful heart prepares the way for you my God
A thankful heart prepares the way for you my God

Come fall on us, we fall on You,
A thankful heart will be our rhythm
Come fall on us, we fall on You,
A thankful heart will be our song

In the soundless awe and wonder
Words fall short to hope, again
How beautiful, how vast Your love is
New forever, world without an end.

-----For the last two paragraphs, fade from "Come fall on us" to "In the soundless awe" until you have everyone singing the last paragraph.

If any of you know the real name of this song, please tell me. I wrote this all down from memory and I really want to find it. And, if you ever heard this song in real life, you would feel the same way.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18772670/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18772670/ Tue, 10 Jun 2008 18:58:21 PDT
Anyways, my old friend Nathan is coming back from Arizona. He's still the same, except just taller.

Neither one of these experiences heightened or dampened my mood. I just feel strangely indifferent right now.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18693300/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18693300/ Fri, 06 Jun 2008 08:16:01 PDT I HATE the heat
I HATE allergies
I HATE it when there are no clouds in the sky!!!!!!
Though, now my fears have no power over me. I can dismiss them with just a quick exhale. Normally stated, I am getting stronger physically and mentally.
I'll finally be able to drive in October, though before I'm actually allowed to because I was born at 11:55 at night

And this is Kashmir...

Whoa let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
Secret with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
Talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.
Oh, oh.

Oh, baby I been flying... Oh, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin
Ooh, I've been flying,
Mama, mama, ain't no denyin, no denyin

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I've beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnn.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert scream
My shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats behind you, we're movin' through kashmir.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, 'long the straits of fear
Ohh, oh.
Ohh, oh.

When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there. Let me take you there


I don't know why, but it sounds like you're flying through space when you hear this song...Plus it helps me visualize parts of my book, so it's an automatic favorite.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18476593/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18476593/ Sat, 24 May 2008 09:30:23 PDT I found a song, called Into the
Golden Sunset. I found it through
Limewire, and it didn't download.
I tried and tried, but to no avail.
Now, I found the peaceful song;
What a glorious tune. I now long
For not but these tunes to prevail
In my head. So I'll go down the road
On the path so tried and true
Where I alone, and you and we
Can Into the Golden Sunset go.

It really is a good song. It turns out that it was a remastered version of the credit music to A Link to the Past, all in piano.
bogusred.net if you want to hear it. Go to music and it will be near the bottom.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18371927/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18371927/ Sat, 17 May 2008 19:03:14 PDT
Today, I saw a small dot floating in midair. It just flashed, because I blinked almost as soon as I saw it. It was rainbow colored and the colors were swirling around randomly.
I saw many of these same dots on April 14 of this year, though they were much larger and I tried to keep them in view as long as possible. That means not blinking.

I don't know why, but I defaulted to calling them "the Light."

My eyes are probably just playing tricks on me, though this is too weird to be explained by my nearsighted eyes having light refracted onto them at many points at one time.

You can choose to ignore this, and probably just ignore most of my journal entries because they are mainly reminders for myself.
If you want to try and help me figure this out, you can. Though, then you might be as crazy as me.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18351326/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18351326/ Fri, 16 May 2008 12:31:37 PDT Remember, weither it be a metaphorical or material mask, DO NOT WEAR IT!!!!! Unless, you are not hiding behind it, then you can wear it for the sake of the party.


Firmin:
Monsieur Andre!

Andre:
Monsieur Firmin!

Firmin:
Dear Andre, what a splendid party

Andre:
The prelude to a bright new year

Firmin:
Quite a night, I'm impressed

Andre:
Well, one does one's best

Andre and Firmin:
Here's to us

Andre:
A toast for the city!

Firmin:
What a pity that the Phantom can't be here!

Chorus/Crowd:
Masquerade! /Paper faces on parade/Masquerade! /Hide your face so the world will never find you/Masquerade! /Every face a different shade/Masquerade! /Look around, there's another mask behind you.

Flash of mauve/Splash of puce/Fool and king/Ghoul and goose/Green and black/Queen and priest/Trace of rouge/Face of beast/Faces!/Take your turn, take a ride/On the merry-go-round/in an inhuman race/Eye of gold/True is false/Who is who?/Curl of lip/Swirl of gown/Ace of hearts/Face of clown/Faces!/Drink it in, drink it up/Till you've drowned/In the light/In the sound/But who can name the face?

Masquerade! /Grinning yellows, spinning reds/Masquerade! /Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you/Masquerade! /Burning glances, turning heads/Masquerade!/Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you/Masquerade!/Seething shadows breathing lies/Masquerade!/You can fool any friend who ever knew you/Masquerade!/Leering satyrs, peering eyes/Masquerade!/Run and hide, but a face will still pursue you.

Carlotta:
What a night!

Firmin
What a crowd!

Andre:
Makes you glad

Firmin:
Makes you proud! All the crème, De la crème

Mme. Giry: (Overlapping)
Watching us….

Meg: (Overlapping)
Watching them

Carlotta: (Overlapping)
All our fears are in the past

Andre:
Three months

Piangi:
Of relief!

Carlotta:
Of delight!

Andre:
Of Elysian peace!

Piangi:
And we can breathe at last.

Carlotta:
No more notes

Piangi:
No more ghost

Madame Giry:
Here's a health

Andre
Here's a toast, to a prosperous year

Firmin:
To our friends who are here

Piangi and Carlotta:
And may the splendor never fade!

Firmin/Andre:
What a blessed release!

Madame Giry:
And what a masquerade!

Christine:
Think of it
A secret engagement. Look, your future bride. Just think of it.

Raoul:
But, why is it secret? What have we to hide? You promised me.

Christine:
No, Raoul, please don't, they'll see.

Raoul:
Well then let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime.
Christine, what are you afraid of?

Christine(and Raoul in parenthesis):
Let's not argue(Let's not argue)/Please pretend (I can only hope)/You will understand in time (I'll understand in time)

Chorus/Crowd:
Masquerade!/Paper faces on parade/Masquerade!/Hide your face so the world will never find you/Masquerade!/Every face a different shade/Masquerade!/Look around, there's another mask behind you/Masquerade!/Burning glances, turning heads/Masquerade!/Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you/Masquerade!/Grinning yellows, Spinning reds/Masquerade!/Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you.

Phantom:
Why so silent, good Messieurs?/Did you think that I had left you for good?/Have you missed me, good Messieurs?/I have written you an opera./Here, I bring the finished score./Don Juan Triumphant!/Fondest greetings to you all/A few instructions just before rehearsal starts/Carlotta must be taught to act/Not her normal trick of strutting round the stage/Our Don Juan must lose some weight/It's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age/And my managers must learn that their place is in an office/Not the arts/As for our star, Miss Christine Daae...

No doubt she'll do her best/It's true, her voice is good/She knows, though/Should she wish to excell/She has much still to learn/If pride will let her return to me, her teacher/Her teacher...

Phantom:
Your chains are still mine,
You belong to me!

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18293214/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18293214/ Mon, 12 May 2008 16:56:04 PDT Two nights ago, I dreamt a happy dream that excited me. I was Urynd (a character from my book) and I dove down from a steep height, pulling up at the last second, feeling gravity against me. Another reason why I'm crazy. I feel things in my dreams. Anyways, I went through many exciting escapades that thrilled me so much.
I wish I didn't have to wake up sometimes. Or at least slow time so I could lay in bed and dream. I was like this when I was born and up until second grade. Now I finally think I'm back to normal. That, I believe, was the feeling I had when I realized the meaning of my Dream.

Magnificence,
Moonroses,
Deadtree beasts.
The Test of the Garden,
Serene, my love.
The comfortable tower room,
The Stitch on the Middle of the bridge.

Lyn, a hero
World reknown.
Though not a dime
She had.

The place of the dream
Of the Skyhigh Elevator,
That's where it began.

Five people with me.
Two forgotten,
One left,
Two remembered,
One forgotten and lost
Forever.
One smiled at me.
Time left, but I went after.

I choose the Magnificent side,
For there is my lover, Serene.
I was born on the Stitch.
She smelled of Moonrose.
I have wings, though can only fly
On the Magnificent side.
She wore soft blue and white clothes.
I have not the protection of the Moonrose petals
Though if I gather enough, I may live with my love.
Her hair was as blue as the night sky above us.
She was born on the Magnificent side,
Protected by the Moonroses
And granted wondrous wings.

Why, oh why did I have to wake up?

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18100877/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18100877/ Wed, 30 Apr 2008 12:12:57 PDT Inoreth
Dyrakin
Bavarus

The four races of Izëa. Loosely translated, they are called the Livers, Smithys, Shifters, and Builders.
The Livers, or humans, have no special powers and are left alone by the other three races to live their lives--hence their name. They are also regarded as somewhat sacred, to kill an Orusa is to be punishable with Soul-Sealing; a process where they store your soul inside an object as a sort of permenant jail. You are permitted to die only if someone unbeknownst to your punishment breaks the object. If it is broken by someone who knew, you are transported to the nearest object within the range of reality.
The Smithys build weapons. Only weapons. They have become so accustomed to their surroundings, that they themselves can transform a part or all of their body into a weapon. Legend has it that this race started when a Dyrakin and a Bavarus had a child. The Bavarus showed it how to build things, the Dyrakin showed it how to transform. It was a demented child, they say, and wanted to do something besides build safe things and transform into organic creatures. Eventually, it became an Inoreth, though that is only Legend.
The Shifters do what their name tells of them. They can transform into any animal, element, plant, etc. that they wish to at nearly any time. However, they must transform back into their original form before transforming again. Also, transforming quickly takes far more energy than taking a day or so. Because of this, they only use their shifting powers as a last resort in combat. Furthermore, violently changing from one thing to your original form to another again without waiting at least ten seconds in between could cause a permenant characteristic of one of those transformations to become a part of your original form. Or, even worse, you will become a mix of those three things and never be able to return to your normal state.
Lastly, the Builders, like the Dyrakin, do as their names tell of them. They build, or rather have built every thing in existence in Izëa, save for the weapons. They appear almost machine-like, though they are organic creatures. Instead of veins, they have green lines of energy flowing across their metallic "skin." Every sound they make, even their voices, sound like they've been made in a synthesizer. They are regarded almost as highly as the Orusa, though killing one only results in death. A Bavarus walking down the street is a phenomenon to behold, because their main way of locomotion is by a thin disk, hardly big enough for two sets of feet, which floats a few feet to a few miles above ground.

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Another book idea. It just started with the four letters, then I made up the names, and it just went on from there. Tell me which race you would like to be and why. And feel free to ask questions, even ones I don't know myself. These will help me come along with setting up the world.
And as a side note, in no way, shape, or form besides a synopsis am I finished with Altaiis, my first book idea. This is just a second one, still in the planning stage and to be kept so until I finish the Altaiis series (two or three books for the whole thing. First is the mainland, second is the east, third, maybe, is the story of Orion, Zoron, and Athasenthi, Orion's sister. Also, please help me think of a better name for Orion's sister!).

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18035499/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18035499/ Sat, 26 Apr 2008 09:01:40 PDT Today I will try to do an interview of one of the funnier characters in my book: Jacanthar (though, everyone calls him Jac)

1. On a scale of one to ten, how would you describe your mental capacity, with ten being the highest?
Jac: Mental capassitee...hm... I'd say...uh...(Hey, what's capassitee mean?).........Um...Three? No, two.

2. What is your favorite color?
Jac: Um... What color is on the fruit called an "orange?" 'Cause that's the color I like best.

3. What is your favorite food? (Keep in mind that Jac is a werewolf)
Jac: I don't wanna tell you. You'll laugh.........(Um... it's so hard to choose! Scooby Snacks or rabbits?)

4. What would you say is the best thing about you?
Jac: I'm strong and have supa-fast reflexes!

5. What would you say is the worst thing about you?
Jac: Sometimes I get fleas.
Are you sure?
Jac: Yes.
What about your stupididy? Isn't that a bad thing?
Jac: No. Lossa people are unedjumacated.

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I hope you see that Jacanthar is a blithering idiot by know, or you may be in the same range of intelligence as him. And I know I'm not that funny. I may have the face of a wild Arab, but I have a stiff Englishman's brain.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18025655/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/18025655/ Fri, 25 Apr 2008 16:20:19 PDT Black night, still left shining,
I can't stop, keep on climbing,
Looking for what I knew.
Had a friend, she once told me,
'You got love, you ain't lonely,'
Now she's gone and left me only
Looking for what I knew.

Mmm, I'm telling you now,
The greatest thing you ever can do now,
Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now,
It's very easy, just...

Met a man on the roadside crying,
Without a friend, there's no denying,
You're incomplete, they'll be no finding
Looking for what you knew.

So anytime somebody needs you,
Don't let them down, although it grieves you,
Some day you'll need someone like they do,
Looking for what you knew.

Mmm, I'm telling you now,
The greatest thing you ever can do now,
Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now,
It's very easy...
Easy...

This song reminds me of the part in my book when Areilu returns to Rakkain. The black night (Dathry) is still overpowering the land, and Areilu is looking for what he knew: the sky-city Drakago, his home. He finds the ruins of his blessed place of birth, and he lets out a cry of pain and sorrow. He then buries all that died from the destruction and "grounding" of Drakago. Let's say it took quite some time for him to finish. The graves can be found for miles around the heap of fallen stone and wood.
As a side note, no, I am not messed up in the head. Yes, my book is morbid, but it has...*cough* well, that would be telling too much.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/17960975/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/17960975/ Mon, 21 Apr 2008 14:32:45 PDT Though, now that I'm home, I'll say
Hoo-ray for my loving family
And now, well, there is to see
Three three things in my way:
School, work, and getting through the day.
Say now, these aren't so hard
Just deal with what is dealt of the cards.

w00t-AGE!!!111oneoneone
I feel better now!!!!!!!

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/17885210/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/17885210/ Wed, 16 Apr 2008 17:53:14 PDT I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends posses'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself alone almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
Then I scorn to change my state with kings.
.........
The beginning of this sonnet was how I was feeling for a while. But then, for a brief moment, I felt as I would if the end of the sonnet were my life--I was happy and contented in my state of being. But the feeling passed into familiarity, and then I did not feel that way. I felt gray, not happy, not sad. This is how I feel now, though I believe things may have an upward turn. Aside from my feelings, I may be posting a few deviations soon. Though, only if the fickle window of opportunistic fate is openly smiling upon me.

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/17799804/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/17799804/ Fri, 11 Apr 2008 17:47:56 PDT
I feel the wind in my hair,
And it's whispering, telling me things,
Of the storm that is gathering near
Full of power I'm spreading my wings

Now I'm leaving my worries behind
Feel the freedom of body and mind
I have started my journey, I'm drifting
Away with the wind
I go

I am Hunting High and Low
Diving from the sky above
Looking for, more and more, once again
I'm Hunting High and Low
Sometimes I may win sometimes I'll lose
It's just a game that I play

After the storm there's a calm
Through the clouds shines a ray of the sun
I am carried from all of my harm
There is no-one that I can't outrun

Now I'm leaving my worries behind
Feel the freedom of body and mind
I have started my journey, I'm drifting
Away with the wind
I go

I am Hunting High and Low
Diving from the sky above
Looking for, more and more, once again
I am Hunting High and Low
Sometimes I may win sometimes I'll lose
It's just a game that I play

(Repeat above verse multiple times and fade out)

]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/17717259/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/17717259/ Sun, 06 Apr 2008 14:30:32 PDT
]]> ~Navaunir http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/17525596/ http://Navaunir.deviantart.com/journal/17525596/ Wed, 26 Mar 2008 13:35:01 PDT
Sisters of the way-side bide their time in quiet peace,
Await their place within the ring of calm;
Still stand to turn in seconds of release,
Await the call they know may never come.
In times of lightness, no intruder dared upon
To jeopardize the course, upset the run;
And all was joy and hands were raised toward the sun
As love in the halls of plenty overrun.

Still in their bliss unchallenged mighty feast,
Unending dances shadowed on the day.
Within their walls, their daunting formless keep,
Preserved their joy and kept their doubts at bay.
Faceless legions stood in readiness to weep,
Just turn a coin, bring order to the fray;
And everything is soon no sooner thought than deed,
But no one seemed to question in anyway.

How keen the storied hunter's eye prevails upon the land
To seek the unsuspecting and the weak;
And powerless the fabled sat, too smug to lift a hand
Toward the foe that threatened from the deep.
Who cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened stand
Adrift upon a sea of futile speech?
And to fall to fate and make the 'status plan'
Where was your word, where did you go?
Where was your helping, where was your bow? Bow.
Dull is the armour, cold is the day.
Hard was the journey, dark was the way. Way.
I heard the word; I couldn't stay. Oh.
I couldn't stand it another day, another day,
Another day, another day.

Touched by the timely coming,
Roused from the keeper's sleep,
Release the grip, throw down the key.

Held now within the knowing,
Rest now within the peace.
Take of the fruit, but guard the seed.

They had to stay!

Held now within the knowing,
Rest now within the beat.
Take of the fruit, but guard the seed...

]]> ~Navaunir