I just felt like blogging, and it's a free country.
9:04 AM
Well, as free as you could ever be when you're a Singaporean, but thinking of it, I think it's decent enough.I suppose I must say that this is brought about largely because I was just reading the Sorceress Diaries' by Silvver Phoenix. She's amazing, she really is. I adore her writing. You know, fanfiction.net and wherever else hides a great wealth of authors with good potential. Like that original I read that should be made straight into a TV series. I'd say that publishers looking for new talent should look online. There's plenty of talent, although it hides amongst no-talent.
I suppose now if I was ever to write in a journal, I would completely give up. I hate writing. Because my handwriting's rubbish. (Reading Potter every night for the past week has absolutely rubbed off me.) I don't like writing because it's tiring, but I do love typing. And what I like is to express my thoughts, my feelings. When I have problems, if I don't write it out, I speak it out, reason with myself. Which is why I'm quite an avid fan of this whole blogging thing, and quite recommend it to those I teach. Even if your English sucks, it's just the whole coherency thing, learning to pen your thoughts that is the important process ...I've lost the word now....that is ....argh, I've really lost the word. It's the process of penning your thoughts down that you can really improve if you blog avidly. Learning to express yourself may sound trivial to a good many people but you'll be surprised that the majority of the world can't do that. Of course, I could be eating my words, seeing that blogging is such a phenomenon nowadays.
I've got an itch to do Weekly Goals like Hermione does in her sorceress diaries. I'm very convinced by now that Rowling goes to ff.net.
There's the things to Buy:
1) Floss. After my mom, I'm determined that I will keep my teeth as spick-and-span as I possibly can. When I was younger, I often forgot to brush them (wasn't that long ago, I have to admit.). But Mom's right, God gave us lots of things and we're often not grateful enough to look after them, so there. Same thing goes for my eyes.
2) Baby Carrots. They're a lot better snack than that Toblerone. I've just been around to check that Vanillin is okay to eat. That's the only thing I'm worried about, so upon seeing that it's fine I've taken it upon myself to nibble it. But I'm glad that I don't have a fixation for chocolate or candy bars. I rarely eat them. Really. When I do, it's often a one-off. Same thing for ice-creams and what not. It's just this family, we can't be bothered to stock up on this junk food thing. It's not a surprise really that we all have such good figures.
Things to Do:
1) I've been slacking off the backup of my laptop. I must put my mind to it and do it, I think I'll give it a go tomorrow morning.
2) Tafsir as usual.
3) Send Ces's letter.
4) Reply to Shakila.
Long term errands that must be done after the World Cup:
1) Replace drivers' licence.
2) Recovery.
That's about it really. I've got places to go, but they're not really errands, like the matric fair and stuff. I figure that I'll return that temporary card and update my matric card then, the library's likely to be open for the students and early muggers.
Oh, wonderful, it's past 12, and it is the 30th. Maybe the timetable's up by now, it'd be brilliant if it was.
Meanwhile I've decided to punish myself for reading so much Harry Potter this afternoon by reading Newsweek as the bedtime story, instead of Potter. Besides, yesterday had me reading till Mom woke up. Very bad. But it's because I've been lying around and not doing much. It's only if I go out that I'm properly tired to be able to fall asleep. Well, I suppose I should get around to replacing the bedspread. Soon, really. There are lots of breaks in between the Quarterfinals and everything, and everybody knows I never rush.