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getting addicted...

Grabe. I can feel J.K Rowling's power into my veins. haha. Anggaling niang magpalabas ng imagination promise.

Do you know na yesternight, before I could close my eyes all I can think of is Voldemort beside my bed putting me into an Imperius Curse. natatawa na ko sa sarili ko!.

ARLI-must-be-blamed!!.

haha. siya naghawa saken, e. haha. Kaya ngayon i'm really trying to finish HP6 tlga. kse excited na ko sa 7. Eh no-money bumili. kaya pag may pwede na mgpahiram.. i-MSG nio nlng ako sa frendster neh??. o kaya... mag-type na lang kayo sa aking CBOX. haha.

July 18th
"We are almost there! As launch night looms, let's all, please, ignore the misinformation popping on the web and in the press of the plot of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I'd like to ask everyone who calls themselves a Potter fan to help preserve the secrecy of the plot for all those who are looking forward to reading the book at the same time on publication day. In a very short time you will know EVERYTHING!"

- J.K Rowling's Diary ü

A FITTING FINALE FOR HARRY

Clearly, since this is the last chapter, J.K. Rowling decided to go all out.

It may not be the longest book in the series, but "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" definitely packs the most punch.
The drama starts on the first page and continues practically throughout the entire story.

With Book 7, Rowling brings her phenomenally successful series about the young wizard to a close. And what a close it is.

"There were some complaints that Book 6 — "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" — didn't have a lot of action until the end, that its role seemed to be filling in important bits of back story and setting the stage for the final installment."

Harry, Ron and Hermione are on the search for horcruxes, vessels that Voldemort created to hold pieces of his soul, which make it impossible to kill him as long as they exist. The search has them moving over various parts of the United Kingdom as they try to fit all the pieces together. Many secrets are finally revealed, all leading up to the ultimate confrontation
between Harry and the wizard who tried to kill him so long ago.

"Rowling captured many hearts with her first book, and her last is guaranteed to keep them. She is amazingly gifted, demonstrated not only by the incredibly detailed world she has created, but by the depth of feeling and complexity she writes into her characters."

It's all here: humor, courage, redemption, sadness, terror, human frailty — sometimes all in the same character. There are sections that will make readers laugh out loud, as well as scenes of such sadness that tears are inevitable.

From a boy of 11, Harry has become a young man, determined to take on quite a burden. He suffers because of his commitment,and he's not the only one.

Rowling said characters would die, and she meant it. Pain and death are constant companions, and sometimes WHO IS TAKEN IS A SHOCKER. The deaths aren't always drawn-out, violent scenes; sometimes, you discover that someone has died at the same time Harry does.

Rowling rewards her faithful readers; there are numerous allusions to people, places, spells and objects that were mentioned in earlier books. It's a pleasure to see how she closes the loop she opened so many years ago with the story of a young boy who one day discovered he was a wizard.

And, of course, she answers many questions:
Why did Snape kill Dumbledore?
Is Snape Harry's enemy?
Where are the horcruxes?
What are the deathly hallows?

It's been a long, long road to get to this point (the first book was published in the
United States almost a decade ago), and Rowling does herself proud.

"She completes her entertaining, compulsively readable series with a book that is both heartbreaking and hopeful, one that left this reader sad to say goodbye to Harry but thoroughly satisfied at how it all went."

From "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" to "Deathly Hallows," Rowling has completed an astonishing cycle of books that can only be described as a

true literary classic.
-- yahoo.com


IT ALL ENDS HERE. READ THE BOOK.. AND FEEL THE LAST PAGE OF BEING INTO A WORLD OF FANTASIES AND MAGICAL REALITIES. :]

Labels: BOOKworm, Harry Potter addiction

posted by Charmaine D. @ 11:59 AM 0 Comments

Boys will Put you on A Pedestal (so they can look up your skirt)

This is a chapter from the (title above) book by Philip Van Munching.

BEAUTY

In Hollywood, there is only one woman who matters: the skinny blond woman with perfect breasts. She's on every magazine cover and in every television show. Go ahead, walk by the newsstand, and check out this month's Maxim or Cosmopolitan. Look at the covers of Glamour and Teen Vogue. Betcha ten bucks that most of what you'll see is exactly what I described: skinny blonds. Are there a few brunettes among them? Maybe... but I guarantee their chests are perfect too.

Why is this so, when women come in so many wonderful colors, looks, shapes, and sizes? It's because most of the people who make entertainment are businessmen, not artists. They want to sell as much of their product as they can, whether it's magazines or movie tickets or CDs, and the easiest way to do that is to produce things that appeal to the greatest number of people at the same time. In other words, things that appeal to people with pretty average taste. If the entertainment industry were an ice cream store, it would only sell one flavor: vanilla.

And so, we're surruonded by skinny women with perfect breasts. They are singers in the pop bands, the actresses on the screen, the women hosting the shows, the models on the magazine covers. Sometimes they're many of things at once, like Jessica Simpson. Take away Jessics's looks, and would she have been the star of her own MTV reality show or a successful singer? Would companies like Pizza Hut have written her big checks to push their products? Not likely.

Women like Jessica Simpson are really successful because they are human Barbie dolls. Amazing hair, faultless features, lots of makeup, hourglass figure. They fit Hollywood's idea of the perfect woman, and so they're given record contracts and TV shows and commercial deals. What you're given is an inferiority complex: if Jessica Simpson is the perfect woman, physically, and you don't look like her, that must mean that you are less than perfect. Right?

Wrong. For starters, even Jessica Simpson doesn't look like Jessica Simpson without a team of experts who do her hair, her makeup, her physical training, her wardrobe fittings, and her lighting. This idea of "perfection" that we're sold can't be found in nature. It's created only after thousands of dollars have been spent altering nature. I don't use the Barbie doll comparison by accident: by the time the Hollywood is done making women over, they often look like they're made of plastic.

hope to be continued............... ;]

Labels: BOOKworm, issues, life matters

posted by Charmaine D. @ 11:17 AM 0 Comments

BLEED!

The first new book I read, was entitled BLEED. I never expected it to be that disgusting. It's a teen book, but it's way over with sex and stuffs. I read the author's profile. THIS IS FOR TEEN ADULTS. uh huh. I'm just fourteen. I'm just beginning the word teens. :] But there's this cute scenes. :] So romantic. nyay!. I would like to share it with you. :]

The next paragraph is just a review of the before-scenes of the part that I will type in later. :]

NICOLE//NICKIE is my fave character. She has this not-so-secret crush on SEAN, her crush since fifth grade and by the way, her BESTFRIEND'S BOYFRIEND. Actually, KELLY (Nickie's bestfriend) was not so serious on Sean, she actually is not serious on all the guys that he meets. She has a penpal in her dad's state, California, a convicted murderer, ROBBY, who killed his girlfriend just when she's about to break him up. Kelly was attracted to Robby so she went to California to meet up with him, when he was about to went out of jail. Sean didn't know that Kelly is cheating on her.
Sean is working as a landscape-r :] of the Harrises, Nicole's neighbor.

The next paragraphs are about my favorite characters, Nicole and Sean. :]

Sean O' Connell

Saturday, August 12, 9:30 P.M

Early that morning at about 11AM, He and Nicole made out in *HER* mom's garden. -Nickie's house. (Ehem. Imagine how gross American's are, um sorry to mention races. haha). -- This is quite long but hoping that you, guys will read it. BTW, Sean will be speaking in the following paragraphs. :]


I never really thought of Nicole Bouchard as being much more than some girl I grew up with. The quiet, Brillo-haired skinny girl who always looked the same, whether it was the second or the tenth grade. Who never grew boobs, and always wore braces, and always did her homework, even for art class.
The girl I could never hate because she was the one who got me through geometry, who slid her quizzes to the edge of the desk so I could copy down all those formulas for pis and squares. The girl I knew kind of had a crush on me, because I'd be constantly catch her watching me--on the field, during class, from behind her locker. Because she'd come to all my hockey games. And include me on her Christmas and Valentine card list--the envelopes sealed with smelly fruit stickers--even though we never shared conversations much longer than "hi" and "what's up?"
The same girl who had her bestfriend call me up to ask if I'd go to the Sadie Hawkins dance with her last fall, who listened in the other end of the line to see what I'd say--like it was fifth grade all over again and she wasafraid to call me by herself.

That girl. The one whose bestfriend I ended up asking out.

And yet... it was just earlier today that I was rolling around naked with her in her mother's flower garden. When I noticed that she wasn't wearing those braces anymore. And her body didn't look quite so skinny. And the Brillo-pad hair had gotten softer and turned the color of cinnamon toast. That she's actually pretty cute--like the girl next door came to life. :]
***And I'm still dating her bestfriend.

The thing is, though I never really admitted it before, maybe I'm kind of liked that she went to all my hockey games because, win or lose, she was the one person I could count on to be there no matter what.
***Even more than my bestfriend.
***Even more than my girlfriend.
(awww!!. Its so sweeeeet!. :])

Maybe once or twice I've wanted to tell her that, but it just never seemed to be the right time. And so instead it was this unspoken secret the two of us had together.
***So maybe I'll tell her today.


I get to her house and her mother leads me around the back."You're Kelly's boyfriend, aren't you?" she asks, taking a second glance over her shoulder like I'm some player.
I nod, feeling guiltier by the moment, wondering what exactly she knows about my afternoon with her daughter--if she saw all her broken flowers. (hahahaha.:)
Nicole is sitting on the patio with Maria, one of Kelly's friends from school. Maria looks like she's getting ready to leave. She slides her chair back and stands from her table.
That's when Nicole notices me. When her mouth drops open and eyes get wide, like she's gonna freak out.
"Hey." I say, pretty freaked out myself. I mean, what are the odds that Maria would be here, too? I take a deep breath and joined them at the table, relieved when Mrs. Bouchard goes back inside the house.
"You're a little late," Maria informs me.
I have no idea what she's talking about. The buglight behind us is zapping up all the bloodthirsty mosquitoes. I almost wish I was one of them. I peek at Nicole, wondering what she's thinking right now--if she absolutely hates me.
"You should have been here an hour ago," Maria continues, gesturing toward the pile of books on the table--the covers decorated with cakes and streamers.
"Okay," I say, still clueless of wondering why she's being such a bitch--if it's because she knows about what happened this afternoon. I look toward Nicole, trying to figure out if she told her, wondering if either of them said anything to Kelly.
"I got to go," Maria says. "They're gonna be closed by the time I get there."
Good riddance, I feel like saying, but I bite my tongue because Nicole is here.
"Thanks for doing this, Maria," Nicole says. "If they don't have them, we can try Party Central tomorrow."
"What are you shopping for?" I ask.
"Maria's going over to Celebrations before it closes," Nicole explains. "We're on a mission for some Hawaiian leis--the floral ones, not the fuzzy plastic kind."
I nod and it finally clicks; they're planning Kelly's welcome-home party.
As if I could feel any crappier.
Maria rolls her eyes at me, like she's annoyed that I'm even here. Part of me feels bad for the girl. She's had more scores made on her than the touchdown post at our school's football field, but that still doesn't stop her from playing wide receiver.
"What? What are you staring at?" she snaps at me--just out of nowhere.
"Nothing," i snap back.
Nicole went inside for seconds and comes back, emerging from the sliders wearing this short peach sundress with the straps of her bathing suit sticking out. When did she get so cute? And why didn't I see it until this afternoon?


Nicole gives Maria a hug and tells her that she'll pick her up first thing in the morning for breakfast and more party-planning at Red's.
Maria nods me good-bye, her eyes all red and focused toward the ground. And then she leaves.
And then Nicola and I are alone.
Nicole lights the citronella candle in the center of the table and slumps down in her chair, her body angled off toward the yard, her thick rubber-soled sandals only half pulled onto her feet.
"That was really cool of you," I say.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean the backpack. The way you were with her."
She shrugs like it was nothing, like it's just a part of who she is.
"So, we should talk about earlier," I say, grabbing a pretzel from the bowl on the table. "What do you think we should do about it?"
"What do you mean?" She's picking up her fingernails now.
"I mean, Kelly's your bestfriend."
"And?" She can barely even look at me.
"You didn't talk to her today, did you?"
"No."
"Did you tell Maria?"
She shakes her head, and I'm more than relieved. I let out a breath but then I feel like a dick.
"We don't have to say anything if you don't want to," she says, as though reading my mind.
"I know." I shrug. "It's just...I don't know. I don't want you to think I'm some jerk or anything."
"So, what do you want?"
More shrugging.
"You know what this reminds me off?" she says. "That time in the fourth grade when you told Gina Bailey you'd be her valentine, but instead you gave all your sweetheart candies to Marley Maihos. Gina ended up bawling during recess."
"I can't believe you remember that."
"I remember a lot," she says, looking away--her voice barely above a whisper.
"That was a rough year for me," I ssay in my own defense.
She nods and look back at me. "I know. I was there, remember?"
"No," I say, shaking my head like she doesn't get it. "There was just some personal stuff that happened--family drama stuff."
"You mean with your parents?"
I feel my face screw up. "How did you know about that?"
I wrote in English class--"What I Did During Christmas Vacation"--which sort of turned into "Why My Christmas Sucked Because My Parents Are Going To Get A Divorce." Our ass of a teacher made me read the entire thing aloud in class.
Nicole sits there, detailing the essay like she wrote it herself--like all of this just happened yesterday. She remembers how my dad's work wanted him to transfer to Ohio, how that caused my mother to freak out since her family is here, and how scared out of my mind that they'd end up divorced--since they never really got along anyway.
"I can't believe you remember all that."
"It's why you started working at such a young age, right?"
"Did I tell you that?"
She nods. "In art class. You told me that you wanted to get a job as soon as you could because your father lost his job. I figured it was because he didn't move to Ohio. Didn't you start working at, like twelve or something?"
I nod, completely blown away by her--by all that she remembers, by how well she seems to know me.
"I really admired that about you," she continues. "That you wanted to help out your family, that you wanted to pitch in and earna few bucks. I think about it when I'm being really lazy."
"Wow," I say, leaning back in my chair, amazed that someone like her could ever be inspired by someone like me. I mean, nobody thinks of me like that--not even Kelly.
When Kelly said yes to going out with me eight months ago, I was psyched. She's one of those girls you just never think you can get--super hot, kick-ass bod, likes to laugh. The type of girl you imagine hanging on the arm of some jacked-up quarterback with a Porsche 911. Not that I'm bad. I mean, I consider myself pretty good-looking. I work out at least three times a week for hockey and I'm saving up to buy a Jeep. It's just that, I don't know, I always thought Kelly was in a different league. And when we started dating, I felt like people looked at me like I was in that league, too.
I wonder if that girl I met today at Dunkin' is right, and Kelly really did go to California to be with someone else. Would she really cheat on me like that?
Do I even care?

--Up to that nlng. :] Im tired na. copying, and transferring things to this laptop. haha. :]

Labels: BOOKworm, kilig stories

posted by Charmaine D. @ 12:48 PM 0 Comments

continuation.. :]

CONTINUATION OF THE 15 FACTS ABOUT ME

9. I love playing with my youngest brother. :]
-- I love irritating him. That's playing!. And we have so many bonding moments. :] May it be computer stuffs, drawing. hahaha. :]

10. I am a bookworm. :]
-- I super love books!. I care alot for my books rather than my techy gadgets (iPod, cellphone, etc. etc.). Before you can borrow my book, your hands must be clean. I don't want to see creases. I don't want the pages to be crumpled just a bit. That's how much I super care about MY books!. :] And I am enjoyed with the different stories suuuuper good authors give me!. :] Right now, I bought 4 books from Barnes and Nobles. :]
A. BLEED by Laura Faria Stolarz :]
B. BOYS WILL PUT YOU ON A PEDESTAL (so they can look up your skirt) by Philip Van Munching :]
C. THE ZAHIR by Paulo Coelho :]
D. THE BREAKUP BIBLE by Melissa Cantor

11. Easy to spend, so hard to save. :]
-- When I have money, I spend it so easily. Poof! Money vanishes into thin air. haha. I just can't keep myself from not buying something I really like. :] But when my pocket is empty. No signs of money, I problem it alot!!!!. Why is it super hard??. :]

12. I love pictures and I'm wanting MY OWN digicam. :]
-- Yah. I so love taking pictures. I just wish for my digicam! and a laptop of my own. awwww.

13. I want to travel to EUROPE!. :]
-- Europe is the place!. Italy.... I really want to go there. But here in America, the weather is cold but it's nice. :] Their malls are super cool!. way too cool. The people here are cool too. and there are cute guys all over. :] The thing with the Philippines is that, when you walk, eyes will follow you. Here, nobody cares about how you look and the way you look. Care about yourself ONLY!. :] But I still miss the Philippines alot. I just want a vacation here. Maybe 2months will be more enjoyable. :] But it's fine for me cause I want to see my friends again!. :]

14. I don't want to feel SURPRISED. (gulat!). :]
-- please... don't do that to me. Ill have a heart attack. I remember, It was brownout, 11pm. gahd. Im downstairs surfing the net when suddenly boom. Lights out. Electricity's out. Im the only person downstairs cause everyone's in their rooms na. I went up the stairs, with the backlight of my cellphone my guide. Then when I reached the top, our katulong BUGGED me!. I was like first mental blocked.... heart blocked. My heart sounded like a hundred more decibels than a landing plane!. god!. It was bad..... Whew. I was like about to faint.. hahaha.

15. I am a holy person. I love life. :]
-- Yeah!. This is true. I look like a bad girl... but I turn to God always. I thank Him for all of his good blessings. :] Im meant to be justified by him by making my mistakes. I am God-fearing. :] And when everything keeps me down. He is always there to bring me back to who I am. Galing nu?. Di mu iisipin na ganun ako. And I have a good picture of me in the future. I am always inspired of having a good life. :] What I mean is I have my own prospects of what I'll be cause I have dreams and I dont want my dreams to end up in the trash sooon. :]

Labels: BOOKworm, ME blahblahs, NEW stuffs

posted by Charmaine D. @ 12:01 AM 0 Comments