EIGHTEEN.

I really am annoyed that Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was postponed to July 09. I was ready for it back in november, or was it december? So to keep in touch with the series, I write some HP fiction on www.fanfiction.net, which is really fun. You guys should have a look at the site, it has amazing stories, you won't even believe. We've got some great potential for future writers, I can tell you. Millions. Woo :)

“We teachers are rather good at magic, you know.”

[ McGonagall ]

"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

[ Dumbledore ]

And to think I've been to London, where they practically ALL live (the actors, I mean). I'm telling you, you need way more than two weeks to spot someone. But then again, London is huge.

But I am WAY more proud to have been to Edinburgh, which is where Rowling started the series, I've even seen the place she wrote the first lines of the books on a napkin. And I was staying a block away from the hotel where she wrote the last chapters of Deathly Hallows. I know this sounds stupid, but in a way, I'm sort of proud to say so- I mean, who else can say as much? I just feel lucky to have been there. 

And it's still so fresh in my mind. Makes me smile.

"And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!"

[ Ron Weasley ]

:D

He really cracks me up. Like- every. single. time. lol.

SIXTEEN.

I’m laughing. I’m smiling. I’m feeling adventurous. & it’s all because you kissed me.

I woke up this morning; I found that I had a smile on my face.
I asked myself, "What’s this for?" And I remembered you. And I thought of you.

there’s no other feeling in the world
like knowing that he could be with
any girl in the entire world, but he
chooses to be with you

I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you.
I daydream about you all the time,
replaying pieces of our conversation ;
laughing at funny things that you said.
I've memorized your face.
I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine.
I wonder what will happen the next time we are together
& even though neither of us know what the future holds,
I know one thing for sure ;
You're the best thing that has ever happened to me.

As he took my hand in the dark, I wasn't
lost anymore. I was free and I was his.

  FOURTEEN.

Happy New Year!

Hope everyone had lovely holidays and are ready for the bright new year ahead of us!

Carpe Diem.

The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are usually the ones who do.

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

[ Abraham Lincoln ]

TWELVE.

To finish my earlier story, the worst thing that happened to me was in one of my program classes. Some short story literature thing. All term long we studied authors and their boring stories that didn't make any sense. I won't insult any in particular, but it wasn't my favorite thing. I rather read novels. Anyway. Our final term evaluation was to write our own short story. I've been writing stuff since the age of eleven or twelve or sumthing, I love writing, so I was quite glad about that project. I wrote a nice little love story set in Ireland, cute, funny and authentic. I didn't have the time to actually do a full integrate action story with descriptions and all, I barely had a week. So I wrote about 15 pages, which is a short story, for those who would think it's not lol.  I handed it in, all happy.

A week later, as she was handing out the copies to the students, she tells me to wait because she wants to speak to me in private. Now, I was quite nervous. I thought I did too much, too many pages. But then again, it was only our first draft, so if ever that was the case, I would tell her that I would make it shorter, no problem. She made me wait until the last hour (it was a 3-hour class) to finally take me to a small room, where we sat down- me completely freaking out in my head.

She looked at me in the eye, all serious, which made me dread even more what she was going to say. I was almost hyperventilating. She said "I had a really hard time with this story... I don't think this was actually written by you. It's too polished for a first draft."

Too polished for a first draft?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

I said (stuttering a bit, I was compketely thrown off, pissed off and insulted) "I.. I don't understand. You think I didn't write this?"

She nodded, flicking through my story. "It's so polished.. grammar, vocabulary, everything is so well-done, it's hard to believe, compared to all the other work you've done..."

I stared at her with wide eyes. How DARED she accuse me of such thing, without being damn CLEAR before making her accusations?! "The other works that I've done are story analysis, of course it's not the same thing as how I write with a story. It's completely different," I said, anger rising.

She shook her head. "But it's so different, that's why I had a hard time believing..."

I cut her off. "What- you think I copied it somewhere?"

"No, but did you have any help with it? Your boyfriend, perhaps?"

I glared at her. I didn't have a boyfriend, you idiotic freak.

"No, I wrote it all by myself. I don't understand why you think I'm not capable of writing something like that..."

She cut me off. "Well, it's really hard to believe, you're such a quiet student, it doesn't fit with your personality..."

Not only was she insulting me, but she was judging me without even KNOWING me.

What a bitch.

My hands were shaking. Never in my life would I have thought, of all things, that I would be accused of being too good for something to actually be believed and acknowledged for. Ironic.

I spoke with a scratchy voice. God was I pissed. "I wrote this story. It took me a week, you can even call at my house, my mother saw me write it. Ask anyone I know, they will all tell you that I write all the time. I've been writing since the age of twelve. I have other projects at home. It's my passion. I write because I love it. I'm good in English because I read all the time. I've been raised bilingual. I wrote that story with my own two hands." How can I be more convinving with the plain truth?

She made a face. "I don't know, this is really too good..."

I think I would have strangled her right there. I was beyong mad. If it could be, I would have been a ball of fire, a ball of fury. Ready to strike. And I was growing very impatient. "Well, what can I do to prove that I wrote it? You want me to write another one live at your computer desk?" Yeah, I was harsh. What did you expect, lady? You didn't want to believe me.

She pinched her lips together, clearly not appreciating the cold expression I was showing. "Well, you said you wrote other things at home. Maybe you could bring a copy of one, and I could compare it to this one, to see if the writing is the same..."

"Yeah, okay." I got up, grabbing my story.

"If you really did write this," she said, as I was about to get out, "you have wonderful potential. This is really wonderful. You're talented."

Thanks for the very late compliment. By then, I didn't want to hear anymore. "Yeah."

"You don't look too enthused about it," she continued, frowning.

Was she really THAT stupid? Oh excuse me, I thought you said you didn't BELIEVE I wrote this bloody story! I was  very tempted to say that aloud, but instead, I just walked out and went back to class, where everyone was waiting for the verdict. I wanted to scream.

To scream.

To be continued...

"You can sleep sweetheart, I'll carry you." -Edward

"I’ll be the first to admit that I have no experience with relationships. But it just seems logical… a man and woman have to be somewhat equal… as in, one of them can’t always be swooping in and saving the other one. They have to save each other equally." -Bella

"I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!" -Edward

 "I was with Edward in my happy place." -Bella 

"I stared at the beautiful woman with the terrifying eyes, looking for pieces of me. There was something there in the shape of her lips – if you looked past the dizzying beauty, it was true that her upper lip was slightly out of balance, a bit too full to match the lower. Finding this familiar little flaw made me feel a tiny bit better. Maybe the rest of me was in there, too."
 -Bella

"You listen to me, Edward Cullen. I am not pretending anything for your sake, okay? I didn’t even know there was a reason to make you feel better until you started being all miserable. I’ve never been so happy in all my life – I wasn’t this happy when you decided that you loved me more than you wanted to kill me, or the first morning I woke up and you were there waiting for me… Not when I heard your voice in the ballet studio, or when you said ‘I do’ and I realized that, somehow, I get to keep you forever. Those are the happiest memories I have, and this is better than any of it. So just deal with it."
 -Bella

Haha. I saw that on Ellen. Quite hilarious.

TEN.

Who said love couldn't be found? I always had this philosophy that whatever happened to me in that erea of life, I would let it come and open my arms to it. But I guess it doesn't really work that way. You gotta work for it. Hard. One thing I am sure of, and that- I can tell from personal experience, and from various ppl I know, is..

it'll come when you least expect it.

That's what happened to me.

♥

"I hung up the phone tonight

Something happened for the first time deep inside

It was a rush, what a rush

'Cause the possiblity

That you would ever feel the same way about me

It's just too much, just too much

Why do I keep running from the truth?

All I ever think about is you

Am I crazy or falling in love?

It is real or just another crush?

Do you catch a breath when I look at you?

Are you holding back like the way I do?

Has it ever crossed your mind?

When we're hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends?

Is there more, is there more? 

See it's a chance we've got to take

Cause I believe we can make this into something that will last

Last forever, forever... "

Song:

Crush by David Archuleta

I know its all cute and not so serious when u actually hear the song, but I dunno, there's a vibe about it that I like.. and the video is pretty cute too, I must say. Oh well. :)