It doesn't pay to play nice.

It just caught on to me.

Since I read the Goblet of Fire, I always thought of my birthday (the 24th of June) as the day Cedric Diggory die. After watching GoF, the second time, I realized it is, also, Lord Voldemort's rebirth-day.

THE GOOD IS DEAD! LONG LIVE THE DARKLORD!!

"What were you thinking, girl?" I asked myself, "Get your arse to the DARKSIDE."

And dudes! Lord Voldemort? Barty Jr?? Lucius Malfoy???

DARKSIDES ARE HOTZ, YO!

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Speaking of darkside, Dreams are Made of These.
[*WARNING: Rated R for graphic violence]

I had a dream on Sunday night.

I'm in a field, green and vast, with many people. As they walk toward me, with weapon – I looked remarkably alike Jonathan Rhys-Meyers - the heavy comfort in my hand, an ax. [An ax, people? An ax is not in the least bit "my weapon" of choice. Bow and arrows, now, that is sexy. A sword or a katana, maybe? That can be hot. But NOHhh!! AN AX, wtf? That's unforgivable!] Anyway, it appears that I am comfortable and very capable with this *ax*. And with this ax, I hack away, left and right.

At first, the images of gashing wounds and gushing blood – blood and flesh and bones and what other liquid or bits the human body held within - unsettle me, but then, *they* keep coming and I hack and hack them away – shoulder to waist, left to right, next body, strike through the neck, next body, waist to shoulder, next body, opposite angle, another body. Never to the stomach, that is way too messy.

The quicker, the cleaner. The faster, the less pain. Don't look at their faces. Don't listen to their claims.

And it gets easier. Two men drop to the right. A woman stands to the left, her upper body slides to the grassy ground, passes her frozen legs.

There is not a feeling of bloodlust. No sense of satisfaction. Or malice. Just a job – do what you do and keep on doing it.

Left. Middle. Right. Wield the ax. Back right. Into the neck. Next left. Cannot stop. Will not rest. Middle. Right. Left. And they keep coming, walking right into my swinging bloody ax.

...

I dreamt I was Death. O.o

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Monday night, A plane flies by. So close that I can see faces of the passengers. Then, before my very own eyes, the plane brakes in two, right just before the wings. The fire starts from the mid-section. The front half falls first. Second half, supports by the wings span still gliding in the wind. I looked in. Some passenger didn't even see what hit them. The back half of the plane explodes.

...

I wasn't Death this time. I'm just an observer. I play no part. I gain nothing. I lost nothing. I'm just watching.


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By the by, if I become a Death Eater, can I have hot angsty!sMex with Junior? Or Lucius??

Hogwarts hotties! Give me two of those, please.

Sorcerer's Stone owns my heart, but Goblet of Fire owns my soul.

The early morning scene with the sunrise and Cedric jumped down from the tree was WHOA!!!

Then, World Cup!! Quidditch teams zooming about showing their fancy stuff. Oh man, 10 minutes into the movie, and I already knew, THIS MOVIE OWNS MY SOUL.
Neville, now, has a place in my heart to call his own. Definitely one big w00bie love for this sensitive t00by toad-loving kid. I have not given this boy enough credit. For me, he's been cooking on the back burner as 'that extra griffy boy in harry's year.' But not anymore, Neville has stepped up. I acknowledge him as one main character now. Which is very good, because next movie, he'll have bigger role to fill.

Cedric is also love. I loved Cedric since I first read the book and it never faltered. I thought I was, for sure, going to hate PR!Cedric because he is not at all what I imagined Cedric to be. He is a little more snobbish than the one living in my head but over all, Robert made it comfortable enough for me to accept and like his interpretation of Cedric. I just have to switch the one in the attic from the kind and goofy big brother type to golden boy jock-ish big brother type.

The twin moments were superb. And I'm beginning to love Filch.

Lucius is incredibly hot and Draco looked so good in black blazer.

I wished they make Fleur character a little stronger. All the boys kind of out shine her. She's the only girl out of the 4 champions. She should shine like the moon among the stars. Well, IMO. =)

Cho was very pretty at the Yule Ball but other then that she is, I don't know...typical? And Roger Davies, the boy who went to Yule Ball with Fleur, was absolutely cute.

Crabbe and Goyle is <333. BIG. BOLD. *heart*.

Barty Crouch, Jr. and Mad-eye Moody. OMG!!! Junior is beyond HAWT. And Moody is just...off-the-scale Awesome, with a capital "A". Moody's eye rocks my world!!!1

The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang entrance scene. Man, it's grand!! Just like going to the circus.

Hermione was not annoying. Ron is adorable. I'm beginning to love Harry again - after fallen out in CoS and PoA - I paid more attention to other characters than to Harry in those 2 movies.


I love the soundtrack. It sets a different tone than the others, not quite as magical as the first movie's but more upbeat and pretty.

I love Mike Newell's interpretation of GoF. I love him for putting back the humor and made Harry Potter fun again.



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Life is about to be taken by crashes of work-wave. I may resort back to "Lurker Mode" for a while. For all of you who are interested, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here, lurking. XD

Damn, crazies!!

I woke up this morning and I thought, "Damn, I need a blowjob."

I arrived at work and I thought, "Damn, I want to have a deep meaningful conversation with a crazy."

I questioned myself whether or not I should seriously consider therapy, but then, I thought, "I don't want therapy. I like me crazy just damn fine."

Just now, I thought, "Damn, I should write a letter to Santa and ask him for a boyfriendtoy this Chirstmas. preferablyonethatlookslikeCillianMurphy,kthxbi."

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I won't be seeing Mister Potter tonight. I have to work in the morning and I'm afraid if I stay up until 3, there shall be and extra episode of The Great Zombie [that's me] Returns.

Friday's also no good. Everybody and their 7 generations will be at the theater. Since I am an extreme claustrophobic case and I cannot breathe without proper arms space, that's pretty much a no-no.

Saturday will be my day. Hahaha!!! Private screening. Ungodly hour of 8 in the morning. 30 rabid fangirls, most suffering extreme sleep deprivation and half has seen the movie so many times they have all the line memorized already. There better be a Starbucks nearby for group orgy and deep meaningful discussion on how movie!verse detours from book!verse afterward.

All y'all going to see Mister Potter tonite or tomorrow come spoil me rotten, now.

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I had a brilliant idea and it ran away. I don't even know what it was about.

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Amazon.com!!! You poopy, boo-boo, no good meannie!! Where is my Disco Pig?? How long am I going to have to wait?? You don't love me no more!!! ::cries::

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Damn! I'm feeling pooppy!

Some of us are stronger than the others.

Out of my own curiosity, which has nothing to do with the subject of the time.

Does everybody has suicidal thought at one time or the other? How often and how long do they last?

I'm talking about thoughts. Just thought. No action. Sort of like pondering-in-a-warm-sunny-afternoon kind of thought.

What break them?

You can't take the sky from me.

It's been hell these past couple of days, PMS and all. I finally got fed up.

"QUIT IT!! Stop being suck," I told life. Life listened and decided to give me a break. At least for now.

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I wish I have the guts to walk up to people and - just like how I told life - tell them, "QUIT IT! You are disturbing my calm."

ETA: My hero..

half the time, I don't even know what the heck I'm talking about

The following program is brought to you by a distraction in the brainwave pattern caused by public television. Be warned that it's random. Very random. And change directions quickly.

I was watching NCIS last night and during the commercial brake, there was a picture of a perfect lettuce (unfortunately, overwhelm by the perfect lettuce, I have no idea what the commercial was about) sitting on a counter of some sort.

My brain told me that lettuce looks a lot like a brain. Except it would be like, vegan!brain. Not that the brain is a typical item for human oral consumption, but yeah. Lettuce. The vegetarian's brain. (which is not The Brain of a vegetarian, by the way)

What is the fascination with human anatomy on television? I mean look at all the show on primetime. You have doctor shows, forensic science shows and boobs flesh&skin shows. That's pretty much it. Now, you might argue that there are also war shows, but I consider that doctor show as well, due to injury wounds contents. Or should I say the treatment of the said injury wounds.

CSI, Criminal Minds, Numb3rs, etc. The six thousand creative ways to kill people and how they were caught. So, not only do I get to learn how to skin a cat, I also learn how to avoid cutting myself in the process, from the previous examples.

Do I seriously need that much information? No, I doubt it.

I don't know. I guess I feel a little mind-raped. I don't like gruesome images. It sticks in my brain. Unless, I went into the deal knowing what I'm about to see. Alright, brain, we are about to see zombie movie, all the rotten corpse are the great works of a team of make up artist. Oooh, look at how real the bone looked. Okay. I'm prepared. I can deal.

It's when there are trailers of creepy movies and stuff that flash sequence of images that – in my opinion, designed to stick in your brain and activate your imaginations – pops out during commercial brakes that agitate me. It's when I started to fill-in-the-blanks with the "worst case scenario" that the whole deal went south. After all, I know my own fear more than any advertisement dream-team can come up with. Their job – if succeed - is to open the door, and rushed in, all the boogiemen I've ever know.

This is the age of information. You can find practically anything on-line, via google or whichever search monkey of your favor. I think in the near future, some teenagers may be able to perform brain surgery at home via a guide on the internet.

Hmm, I wonder if I can find a comparison table of nutrients provided by lettuce vs. the brain.

Next time, spoil me rotten, or, how jumpy scenes scared me into psychotic state.

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Confused-us said, "The two ends of the spectrum are not opposite extremes but merely two things that link up to form a complete circle."

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Gippy Gippy GIP GIP

Jaynelove icon. ♥

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