I am JadedKnight...

It's been eons since I wanted to start my own space inside the I-way. There's Debbie and Sher who would constantly ask me when I'll start my piece in the web; Jona and Dhon who would push me to give blogging a shot (to release stress); and Markee our homegrown blogspot guru who would just give me that "don't-be-a-dummy-Clarence-stare" every time I barge at his station and do my FAQ'ish exploits. Markee's resignation would always be just click here, then here and there!

With Posh and Becks on my boobie, a crawling Internet connection, a very hungry belly... and pulsating heartbeat (blame it to the boozzie earlier)... I was able to gather enough force and fervor from literary land to draft my first entry... KAZOOOM to moi.'

So that my spot wouldn't be as dubious as the ones used by extremists and leftists, because of the word 'jadedknight.' I need to answer the question you have for me. Why JadedKnight?

As a pupil of experience, people sometimes see me as jaded because of my cynical views on love, and love only. Outlook brought on by the idea that this path that I took would never give me a Grimm'esque tale on love. But really, behind the jaded armor that I fashionably wear, I'm a knight. A knight who craves for the so called "moments," that sword slashing nirvana where everything seems to move faster than carriage pulled by a batallion of white Thoroughbreds. Like a knight who is a staunch defender of his king, I am a protector of my life's king... my heart. Earnestly, at this very instant, and I would utter it only here, I'm a knight ready to hand down my lance of haughtiness, my sword of fretfulness and my shiny shield of vainglory for that requited ardent feeling to be emotionally attached.

I am a JadedKnight because behind that strapping cynicism on my definition of love I am deeply fascinated by simple yet beautiful love stories (and cry also). By now you would be thinking that I'm such a crackhead because I can't seem to get a purer definition on loving and romanticism. Maybe, this is for seeing the bigger picture of being attached and... thinking the kind of pain that you have to endure after falling out of love. For my endless search (or am I really searching?) for THE ONE and the chivalry on the side, I am already weary, disillusioned, ergo jaded! But like a knight, and my friends would always say - I should need to pursue the search gallantly to conquer my castle with all the charms of good life in it.

So can anyone place their chalice of thoughts on my roundtable? Would love to hear from people who valiantly pursue the king of kings... LOVE.