Sunday, October 11, 2009.

humans are such astute creatures.

got woken up today not by the traditional method, but the occasional voices i heard. guess it had to do with some stuff once again, but as much as it has gradually been the norm, i find myself uncomfortable once more.

but it's so true, once humans feel pain, they naturally get angry right? an avenue to translate pain into energy, negative energy that is, and that's so painful for others. i may have a test tomorrow, something i've dreamt of since time immemorial, but this can't leave my mind.

a man driven to desperation; what does he do? and then you feel that sense of pity, sadness at what fate does to humans sometimes - where's the love?

it's been 4 years, 4 long years since that debilitating disease struck. maybe it changed, but looking at him search even more crazily for a cure as compared to me searching for glenn gould's 1981 + 1955 goldberg variations recording, it's heartbreaking.

and yet again, moodswings never fail to make us pissed off, yet heartbroken - another supposed cure didn't conjure up the 'miracle' it was supposed to. hope rose, and accelerated down as soon as it rose.

and now, i want to wish that he'll be well. rid of his myriad of pain and illnesses, happy and cheerful as he usually is when some treatment works. before that treatment breaks his heart, just like all others have done.

come on, may your efforts be rewarded.

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{ 3:05 PM }

Monday, October 5, 2009.

today might just be the worst day of my life, i don't know.

{ 10:21 PM }

Thursday, October 1, 2009.

promos is just proms with an O. like, Ohhhhh oh my gosh i thought it was as cool as proms! *panics*

yeah gp was badddd.

"You can't hide again, Potter," Voldemort snarled. "Lord Voldemort knows, he always knows."

"Oh yeah? What makes you think so?" Harry retorted.

"SILENCE!" Voldemort screamed.

Voldemort and Harry circled each other, eyes only on each others' wands.

"You have lived too long, Potter."

"Avada-"

"CETERIS PARIBUS!" Harry roared.

Everything else remained constant. Just that, Harry's body lay sprawled on the ground.

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