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Stories: How real can they get?

2010-03-23T07:58:00.000-07:00

Recently (ok, fine, not that recent, but pretty recently) I read somewhere that some people cried when Harry Potter "died" in the seventh book of the infamous series.

To say the least...

I don't really understand. I'm sorry, but I didn't even feel sad when it happened. Because as we all know, our dear Madame Rowling would never do that, although it might possibly have some interesting consequences.

Actually, I've only (almost) cried once when reading a book. Specifically, one part of a book: the final letter written to Hastings by Poirot at the end of Curtain: Poirot's Final Case. That was about, what, two years ago when I read it? And every time I see it, I still feel sad... There's a big difference. I guess I've come to love his character over the course of reading the Poirot books. Not to say that I don't like Harry, but it's just not the same, you know? Poirot is like... so real, that except for a few unlikely characteristics, he could very well exist in the real world. (I would love it if he did.)

God, what am I going to do with my life? I want to do everything, and I can do everything. I can do everything, but I can't do anything. If I can't do anything, then what's the point of doing everything?

I wish I knew the answers...

New skin. Again.

2010-03-22T07:04:00.000-07:00

Well, I (as you probably have noticed anyway) have changed my blogskin! *audience lets out overwhelming applause, cheers*

Thank you. *bows to the audience* I know I am very famous.

(Oh dear me, I think some skit is starting to seep into my writing! Oh no! Get a fire extinguisher here quick! A team of medics! Barack Obama! Anything!)

*audience has alternately fallen asleep, been sprayed with fire extinguisher foam, resuscitated by EMTs, lectured on health care reforms, and trampled by a horde of "Anything"s*

Speaking of my famous-ness, and of course, my undeniable wonderful-ness (Now I'm starting to sound like Lockhart. Or maybe it was Keyhart. Anyway, insignificant people, back to the point.), I stumbled across something when doing a random Pipl.com search today. (You should try it too, it's great for paranoia maniacs who are convinced that the world has to have been stalking them.)

Interestingly enough, I happened across a blog post that was dated on my birthday last year. And I'm pretty sure it didn't turn up the last time, because I checked. All I discovered were some less... interesting stuff. It's rare to suddenly pop up in the post of somebody you've not contacted in more than two years. Weird.

Who can you consider a best friend? One that you were close to for a year? Hell, how do you even know who's a friend, and who isn't? Can somebody not be either, or both? The line seems so thin, yet the gap so wide...

I'm just so tired...

Impressive.

2010-02-08T05:22:00.000-08:00

I actually decided to post. *waits for cheers*

...

What, you're not cheering? Oh fine then. Be that way.

So, I shall not lament on the difficulty of typing random things. Instead, I shall tentatively venture to actually type something. Like I said, impressive.

This is getting annoying. I've been sitting here for three whole minutes, but I still can't think of anything. Seriously...

Well, at least I'm happy that SMPF's over. Not that I didn't like it - I really enjoyed it, actually - but it was really clashing with, like, everything else. And I think all my band seniors will be after my blood. Ah, whatever. I don't know what I was thinking, seriously. Maybe I should have joined something else. God knows I love the band, but I think I will go nuts from all the clashes that happen every time. It's traumatizing to say the least, having to choose between different commitments.

Why is it that we always think twice only after we've made a decision?

And just when you thought you'd seen it all...

2010-01-29T06:34:00.000-08:00

...here is somebody who actually forgot her blog address. *cheers, waves*

Yeah, that's me, in case you took some skull-thickening potion this morning.

So, I finally rediscovered the darned password, which results in this post. Whether this development is good for the continued survival of this planet is a topic for another day. (Which is a nice way of saying that it should not be discussed at all.)

Okay, so almost a month of the new year has passed.

Honestly, and-yes-I-know-that-it-sounds-cliched, I didn't realize that so much time had come and gone. But in some ways, I definitely feel that time has passed. Four weeks into the school term, and here I am, thinking it's just the end of the second week, but feeling like it's the sixth week already or something of the sort. It's an... unusual feeling, to say the least.

Fortunately, (or unfortunately, and-yes-I-know-that-this-is-cliched-too) this year doesn't seem too different from the past two in terms of studies, though the amount of things that we need to memorize has definitely increased. In terms of other things... well, let's just let sleeping dogs lie. I haven't been able to finish a single book ever since the start of the year (okay, I did finish on, but that one doesn't count, I didn't like it). That's a record.

And I'm sleepy. Come to think of it, that's another record. I'm almost never sleepy. Hmm.

second post...

2009-11-01T12:26:00.000-08:00

yay. this blog survives to see its second post...

now to find something to write about... let me think.

hmm.

okay, here we go.

firstly, let me laugh incoherently at the poor souls who are still in the deep, murky depths of parry hell. hahahahahahahahahahaha.

done with that. now, on to my second agenda... wait, what agenda? i can't even think of anything to write. further evidence that a school year, and subsequent holidays, are enough to rot anybody's brain.

talking about the holidays, let me decide what i should do...

to do list for holidays:

blog!

study some sec 3 stuff... ew.

go online.

study theory grade 5...

do holiday homework.

band practice...

wow. what a boring life.

the first post...

2009-10-31T06:45:00.000-07:00

okay, new blog, new skin, new music.

before anyone asks, no, i have no idea how long i will be able to keep this up. enjoy it while it lasts.

anyway, i made this skin myself. (fine, not from scratch. but i did lots of editing. i only kept the code for the archives, blog entries, and crap like that, as i have no idea how to write them.) pretty big achievement, eh? (yes, i know it's not very nice, but well... wait til' i have more time to further tweak the skin and/or picture.)

so... now that i am finished being high from managing to set up this blog, let me talk about more sensible stuff. stuff that happened in the last week...

firstly, my promotion. now, i have absolutely no idea how i should feel about this. seriously. because it's, like, a conflict of interests; obligation versus passion, need versus want. and myself, right in the middle, walking a thin, fraying tightrope quite viable to snapping at any time. if not by the hand of others, then my own. it's... delicate, to say the least.

...i know i'm most probably over-dramatizing this, with my pessimistic tendencies. dump this on any other person, they probably wouldn't feel as conflicted as i do, just tired, i guess. but well, that's that, another part of my weird life.

secondly, my to-be absence in a certain awards ceremony somewhere in november. i am rather pissed about this one. i bet i could've gotten myself an invitation if i really tried, but i didn't, and here i am... (of course, if only we took english instead of writing...)

i want to get it next year. not that i (really) want the medal, or the money, though they wouldn't hurt. it's just that i absolutely hate not winning/getting anything that is within my abilities, or anything that i have gotten before. (which brings me to another competition earlier this year, but don't get me started on that...)

this post is getting rather long already, so one last one... i am darned glad that the school year is over and done with. seriously, i felt like jumping for joy (no pun intended) when i finally got out of the classroom. i don't know why. i don't hate it, but i don't like it... guess that's why.

anyway, i'm off to enjoy my holiday, and please note the sarcasm in that comment. please leave a message on the tagboard, and check out the links page.

bye.