You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.

I has been attacked by the fanvirus as well.
The Harry Potter fanvirus has gotten to me.

Gyahhhhhhh. I just felt so... sad while scrolling through those tumblr Harry Potter quotes.
I feel really resentful that Twilight got ''Movie of the year" instead of Harry Potter. It's the last movie already (Deathly Hallows), so why give it to Twilight? I mean, Harry Potter was an awesome series, something magical and so beautiful--EPIC.

I'm not a fan of Twilight. The books make me laugh, though. I would say that in terms of books, I would prefer Harry Potter but Twilight--the overall plot idea is rather... refreshing...?--is not that terrible. Twilight (book version) seems to be more of a whine/rant. I think it's one of its weaknesses, written in a first-person format that perhaps the author kinda slipped away? Also, Twilight is kinda draggy. I mean, example:

1. They arrive at a conclusion (like... Bella's being chased by some vampire)

20 or more pages later...

2. They're still describing Bella's fear of being chased.

Okay, so in that 20 pages or so, there's probably going to be some flowery details about her fear (heart pumping--basically, the works). Or maybe they used up 18 pages of that 20 to write about Edward's perfection?

((I have to confess--the idea of a sparkly vampire turns me off))

Whereas, Harry Potter may be a little mundane, but it's really got this grip on you. I think it rather describes characters who we can relate to and the English is rather good. It doesn't have a lot of description (of, for example, the patronus looking so sparkly and silver and all that) but it leaves it to your imagination. :D

The books are away from me now, so I may not be as accurate. :D
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The movies:

Harry Potter


I didn't really feel the 'magical' part in the first movie. But watching the first part of Deathly Hallows made me go eye-wide and cry. I--kinda--cried because it was so awesome (I cried during Madagascar 3 because the effects were just so epic and it was so inspirational, the music...). I wanted to watch the second part because it seemed like the end of everything and I wanted to just follow Harry's journey.

Despite the overall positive review about the movie series, I thought that in the first part of the Deathly Hallows, they lengthened parts that were supposed to be short and vice-versa. Dobby's death didn't really seem to... it was just like a flash, then gone.

But I have to give a thumbs up for this one scene of Harry and Hermione dancing in the tent when Ron left (I do not ship Harmione--or whatever it's called). Because it brought out the bitterness of children being forced  to fight and grow up in such a horrible reality. Think about it. Harry has got almost no childhood--his parents died, he's facing Lord Voldy all the time... And at that time, they're simply dancing, enjoying themselves as children once again. Then the music stops, the spell breaks (much like Cinderella) and they're back to fighting evil again.

Inserts Molly's voice: "They're just children!"

The movie made me feel more overwhelmed (definitely!) than the book. Perhaps it's because in screenplay you can see more emotions? :D

Twilight


... Uh. I have to admit, when I went to watch New Moon with my sister and her friends... halfway through the movie, I slept. That was a waste of ticket money...
But seriously, there was no trigger, there was no excitement and the spinning scene (change of months) made me dizzy.

Think about it. A diary of a teenager who's mesmerised with her boyfriend... it doesn't really seem to make a good movie story, does it? Since all you're writing about is the awesomeness of your boyfriend. You may disagree, saying that there are all the... dangers (of the Volturi and...) but it's not gripping enough. The effects don't seem really strong and powerful. It seems like you're describing the perfection of your sparklypie-of-a-boyfriend while being hunted down. That really doesn't seem as attractive.

I'm kinda glad I didn't buy the Twilight CD and instead opted for the Half-Blood Prince CD. :D

I think that Kristen Stewart doesn't really seem to display much emotions... Perhaps it's because there really isn't much change of emotions in Bella's role to begin with? But even so, you'd get tired after looking at a person who's displaying the same emotions every. single. time.

So there.

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I'm not a fan of Twilight because it just doesn't suit me. Still, if you're a Twihard, continue trolling supporting your love for your fandom. We Potterheads don't need to put down anyone to show that we're awesome.

...wait.

"We Potterheads"?

I has fallen to the fanvirus! Oh no!

Since I am a 'Potterhead' now, might as well start trolling and flaming Twilight?
No. But Bella really is a Mary-Sue. And Edward is a controlling boyfriend. *nods head*

Extra videos!

Here, have a waffle.

No?
Are you sure, no more waffles? [skeptical]
Oh dear, are you sure you don't need anymore waffles?
Oh--but--well, if you ever hear them calling your name then you may--

*silence*

Oh. I didn't--
Well, waffles are a very good source of-- [sheepishly]
I do understand, of course.
What? What did you just say? [affronted]
That was me again, wasn't it?
Oh, silly me.
Are you really sure you don't want a waffle?
Oh, but waffles are such a delight.
You don't see them? [disbelief]

*silence*

You don't see the waffles?
M' dear, how could you not see them?
They're piping hot, and so sweet, are you okay?
Are you sure you don't need this waffle?

________________END OF TRANSMISSION__________________
(taken from a phone call with the Waffle Granny)


I read an awesomely written fanfiction. A Harry Potter fanfiction, if I may add. With interesting and quirky twists. Oh dear, no waffles of course, no waffles.

Eilun, maybe you could read it and consider it for another fic recommendation?

It's: Harry Potter and The Methods of Rationality
By: Less Wrong

Quick summary (of what I've read):

Harry Potter does not live in an abusive household. He's under the care of Aunt Petunia, who has married some scientist of sorts. Harry Potter grows up, following his stepfather's footsteps into Science and its wonders *sighs enviously* Professor Mcgonagall takes him all around Diagon Alley, only to find out he's no ordinary child (the arguments in Harry's brain is a little too advanced for me...) He gets sorted into Ravenclaw with Hermione and they start a sort of competition on gaining points. There is a particular potions lesson wherein he managed to spark a reasonable argument with Professor Snape, and that in turn leads to a scene in the Headmaster's office, where Harry begins to reason how Professor Snape's actions and verbal abuse will scar "young, vulnerable" children for eternity.

Professor Snape and Harry apologise publicly (Snape 'regretting' his verbal abuse to the "young, vulnerable" children and Harry for disrupting the Potions Lesson).

It's really intriguing. :D

Hope you enjoy~

Post-it ノート: Arr, you bag of simpleton.

"I pen down my dreams in flickering wisps of chords for her to sing out in melodious, hopeful lyrics"

"Because songs are vocalised sermons of literature--from the heart"

"Power corrupts--absolute power corrupts absolutely"

"I have hope, so let me keep it"

--notes taken down happily

Enjoy the music below while I rant.

Had a lot of inspiration today, heard a local band singing and I thought it was rather nice.

Struggling with the temptation to sleep, yet I has done nothing--nothing-- productive today. Not at all.

I haven't even planned for tomorrow! Went to Changi Terminal 3 and saw a lot of things I wanted to buy. But they are:

1. Expensive
2. More of a "want'' than a "need" to me.

I spent 2++ hours in the library reading a book. And it was so amusing, because I was triumphed by the simply amazing twist of the book. Got home, lazily went to bathe. And now, blogging.

In other words, wasting away precious sleep time.

I have microfiction to do (but let's just do it... later.)

Organising some sort of gathering soon, a little... messy?

Gahh. I need to study a lot for June hols. I has decided to make a (very, very sketchy) list of things to do:

1. MATH (BT2 is really gonna be hard, I've heard)
2. CHINESE ( I NEED TO TOUCH UP ON IT.)
3. EXERCISE (harhar.)
4. Learn to be a better person (no comment)
5. Finish a sketchwork. OR a paint work. Anyway, something decent. AND COLOUR IT. (if it's a sketch, then... black and white)
6. Finish a play :D (this should be ranked last.)
7. Learn to ride a bike. (without any casualties, I hope)
8. Improve my writing skills
9. READ A LOT OF BOOKS. :D

I am tired now. I am tired. I need sleep.

Oh banana I just wasted one whole day away.

But at least I got to eat some caramel chocolates :D

I have made up new resolutions.

And--*yawns* and new-- *falls to ground with a thud*

Musings-- WAFFLE THE WAY ALONG

Just read Tuesdays with Morrie.
Nice book, maybe.
Waffle, waffle, waffle.
Oh right, I have a bandage on my knee.
A white, evil bandage.
Ouch, it hurts.
Nao I can't lie on my stomach or it'll burn.
But on the other hand, my sis says it looks cool and hardcore and she feels like getting one too. That's how amazing I am~

Stupid bike, I should have never rode you. You of a sickening orange (and you just had to be my favourite colour!). Ouch, ouch, ouch.

And Tuesdays With Morrie says :

"The feel of those emotions, their texture, their moisture, the shiver down the back, the quick flash of heat that crosses your brain--then he was able to say, 'okay. This is fear. Step away from it. Step away.' "--Quoted, page 104-105

Oh, but seriously, when the pain comes on, it's too fast for you to be able to identify anything. The speed itself. *shudder* Ugh, my knee hurts, but I know it's just mentally. I'll still be able to jump, but it hurts. Sigh. painpainpain~ *whines on incessantly*
I mean, how can you accept Death so easily? It seems too much for me. To be able to think about it so clearly, vividly, that you feel at peace with Death?
Then again, I'm just like an empty container, not yet filled with experience.
I love the book.

The first page drew me in:

A lesson without grades, without books, taught from experience and not theory.
We're Tuesday people.

And they talk about more of life's lessons, how the rushing pace of people affects us and sub-cultures. How you shouldn't be pressured to conform because that's what the society wants you to believe: Women not skinny enough, men no rich enough, students with marks too low.
I wish I could believe and make my own sub-culture, but I'm stuck within the paradox of freewill and prejudice. The veil blinds me with letters, A, B, C, F. Different letters hold a certain impact, a shadow covering your character and personality, a cloak hiding your values.
Branded with the letters, some cower behind it, hoping not to meet discriminating stares while others hold theirs high enough, blocking what offensive remarks that may be made.
Every time I get an A, I don't feel happy. I feel relieved.

waffle waffle waffle.
the banana culture! :D

I read small bits of it along the way since primary school.
The first time, we did a comprehension on it, just a small extract. I read on and found it interesting, I thought it was a case study, a scientific study on illnesses.
I wanted to read more. But I didn't, because it became a dimmed light in my mind, faded to a cracking whisper.

The second time, I saw this quote "Don't let go too soon. But don't hang on too long" from Tuesdays with Morrie and I was enchanted. The book didn't seem like a scientific case study anymore. Perhaps a philosophical case study? But I didn't read it.

The third time, I was wandering about in a bookstore. My sister had vouchers :D so we were just looking around. We were deliberating over whether to buy The Hunger Games--trilogy but I spotted this small pocket book-- Tuesdays with Morrie. And I picked it up. I was going to read it, I was going to buy this intriguing little book. So we left the bookstore happily.

And you can tell what happened after this. I read it, and was surprised to find out that I liked it, although my dad found it too deep for people of my age. He expected me to buy something like The Hunger Games. And you know what? I'm glad I got this book, instead of missing out on it.

Not to say that it's necessarily better than The Hunger Games, but I like it. It's based on personal opinion, I suppose. I mean, the idea from the trilogy looks refreshing and interesting-- it somewhat attracted me. Ah :D

Don't miss it, peeps. It's really interesting :D And you'll never get sick of it :D