Woooah:: tennis :: ping :: pong :: wii :: lala :: sliced ::

rightey, sooo i shouldn't make apologies i dont do that a lot, but i do say i'm sorry for not posting in, frankly, ages!! lol
oh well,
soo what has been happening,
well,
on sunday i shall be going to see 'tennis legends' in Belfast, which should be awesome. The greats will be there; McEnroe, Leconte, Cash, etc.
Can't wait, {*thanks emma*}

Rightey, didah, oh yeah and nearly sliced my finger yesterday! stupid me!! i was washing up the food processor cutting thing and it sliced through my thumb nail and into my thumb. The weirdest thing was though, that i didn't feel it. It didn't even hurt, the only thing that hurt was having to put my thumb underneath ice cold water for AGES till my finger might as well have 'dropped off' . The only reason i was washing up was a) we we're cooking b) Yosh was watching Project Catwalk . We cooked...Jamie Bodgers, basically Jammy dodgers but without the Trade Mark name!! and they had buttercream in and were actually...really nice!! And we made Profiteroles!! :) that weren't quite profiteroles, we tripled them sooo they were more likeChocolate choux buns!!!

Sooo...it's kinda near easter, well, no, its just gone past half term but still!! I just want you lot all to buy fairtrade Chocolate eggs, divine, i think thats the brand name. They're fairtrade which guarantees a proper payment to the cocoa manufacturers, who, unless you do, will get paid pence.



cya,
for now!!

william


Trees surrounded Deity, he headded north, directing Crimien with a slight click in the darkness. The moonlight was perticulary little today, the stars flickered little either, as if knowing of the sadness the world felt below. Dheity had once been told of the stars, there was an astronomer like person in the village who had said, "The stars are symbols of life, if they shine brightly, you are living, if they start to dim you are close to death." Although Dheity hadn't heisitated at the time of believing this, now, it seemed, he wished it not true.
Cold grass lay around them as Dheity whispered into the night that they were, finally, here. A small mound lay beside a tall oak tree, its roots, the creater of this small underworld. Dheity grasped Crimiens wrist for the last journey forth was dangerous, and if not taken carefully could lead to severe pain at the hands of the roots. The Tree it seemed, liked to control things, it liked, it seemed, people familiar with the trees ways and dangers, and smited those that wished to hurry. Its micro world was souley controlled by the Tree, nothing could pass it without feeling at least a little of its power. Even if it was just the wind rushing by, the tree let some of this wind, occasionally powerful through a gap in the mud, blasting in the inner compartment with its wrath.
Dheity remembered these, his feelings on the subject, therefore he tred, carefully under the roots, barely touching it, "as if it was a woman", he thought. Dheity almost smiled, but he thought, that would be disresptful to the people who had died earlier that day.
He had not heard them, but then again, his hearing wasn't as refined as some in the tribe. Or, what was left of the tribe, he added to himself grimly. Lost in thought he found himself, to his surprise sitting down beneath the roots, toying with a piece of mud on the ground.
Crimien spoke from the abyss; "It is so big! There are many trees of this size in the wood, but, i didn't think any housed such a world of things. Do you think anyone else knows of this?"
"No, well, i dont think so, i keep some food in here, just in case i felt like running away, i never have though. " Dheity scrambled to the east wing, where water hit him suddenly and unexpectadly, Dheity inturpreted this, that the tree was speaking to him, saying, do not be so hasty, there is time beyond means in this, my paradise. Dheity almost nodded, but caught himself, and began grabbing a few eddible leaves from the pile.
"Where are you?" Crimien prodded him on the back, Dheity outstretched his hand and felt Crimien take it. "It's paradox leaves. Not the best tasting...but...it'll do."
"Firey blood! I always sleep after paradox leaves, it's almost as if i'm accustomed to sleep after them, so i feel drowsy." Crimien yawned.
"Sleep, i shall look after it in here, i've always wanted to see the sun rise above the roots and shoot through them like a stick through mud. "
"Thanks, thought even with Paradox leaves, i dont know if i'll be able to sleep."
"You'll have to sleep sometime, they have gone, i think, but i dont know for how long. Please sleep, i would rather be alone to my thoughts anyway."
With that Crimien lay day trying to get to sleep, sleep came and went like blooming flowers, until he woke to the blood red morning sun.