OMFG. shall not comment here. tsk.

nat day was, for lack of a better word, dull. monotonous. unexciting. cept for when i got high. did chi pt. whoopee. i suck at chinese. nat day itself. went aunt's house. failed to hack into the com. could not finish last few chapters of fic. felt deprived. went to tv room. sifted through and tried all 5 remote controls. nothing happened. gave up. talked to aunt. realised that aunt watches more tv than i do. or about the same. csi, dh, lost, she does them all. and my cousin (her daughter) has no clue as to what's going on. talk about role-reversal. got dinner. watched part of parade upstairs where there's a more idiot-proof tv. went upstairs to watch fireworks. muttered about the stupid tree that blocks our view every. year. played with uncle's gym equipment. was pathetic. gave up. wondered how dear old sang nila could have seen a lion on a tropical jungle island. wonders why they had little kids running around doing weird hand actions and dressed like gazelle. has come to the conclusion that nat day is rather pointless. adamantly refused to watch shooting stars or full circle. is of the opinion that they are complete and utter crap.

went out lunch with sarah today BUT NOT BEFORE FINISHING FIC. WHOOPEE. WONDERFUL. *loves draco somethin' fierce* wonders if i should read it again. then again i'll take ages. plus i skipped all the herm/snape (ewww. so wrong) bits, or the extra-marital ron/angelina bits, or the disgusting lucius/semuese bits. i am SO glad they did NOT show the sexual side (if there IS one) of minerva/albus because i would have just DIED. anyhoo. walked around orchard looking for appropriate presents. pooped. had coffee. took 16. stopped at library on a whim, got off the bus before i realised what i was doing, and swore. several people turned to look. i really gotta learn how to shut up. went to library. decided to look for we need to talk about kevin (thiry bucks at kino, tsk. paperback too.) and lo and behold! one copy available, not on loan. same for away laughing on a fast camel. ($12 at kino but decided it wasn't worth it. new one out - then he threw away my sth. can't remember) so. went scouring all floors. again and again. kept seeing "shreve" rather than "shriver". after walking "inconspicuously" among the coffee-drinking crowd and trying to see who might have taken it (i REFUSE to waste a trip to the library. especially since i bought nothing after going to two major bookstores today) i asked the librarian. took me three tries before she finally realised i was saying "SHR" and not "HAR" or "SAR". pointed her to the shelf i had found the shrs in and behold! some kind soul had returned the book to the shelf! went, "OH YAY!" felt bad but was too elated to really care, said thanks and went to check out the book. WHOOPEE. felt peppy. decided to sing amsterdam and try and get the notes right and find the appropriate key so that i don't have to attempt to sing the really really low notes. decided not to do a gazelle over the little railing thing in case i somehow manage to slip and fall (in front of a wolf XP) on the grass. bus came pretty quickly but not before i had five minutes to sit at the bus stop and swing my legs excitedly, effectively scaring off anyone who may have wanted to sit on the same bench thingy. i had managed to plonk myself somewhere in the center of it, so. bus came. was glad i could tell it was 15 rather than squint and try to guess if it was 16 or not. *hates bus stops with buses like that* walked back home. plonked onto sofa to watch jlu (u? weird) and teen titans (my sister memorised the lyrics O.o) and batman though i watched that one half a mil times already. jl was WHOA. it's newer than the usual justice league (cos they make references to jl epis) and the characters are allowed to have mussed (thinks of the many descriptions by harry of draco when he wakes up in the morn. :D:D) hair and call each other "clark" and "bruce" rather than "superman" and you get the picture. :D:D was nice.

does not understand csi. SARAH. *looks imploringly*

oh oh. saw two ang moh tourists on mrt. female. one with a backpack. talking animatedly. one had wedding ring. thought: why isn't she going on this holiday with her hubby? saw other woman's hand. another ring. thought: LES. kell is right. my mind IS in the gutter.

needs new fic to read.

oh oh. my friend (you know who you are. :D:D) asked what would happen if magic existed and we thought of casting one spell and said the words to another. like. what would happen. and i thought of that book about the signs and signifiers and semiotics or whatever it was called. so. according to that, if i understand correctly, a concept in your head is basically nothing until it is attached to a word. so. when you THINK of a concept, it is formulated in your brain as a particular WORD, or signifier (i think) which is then translated into a verbal word that comes out of your mouth. so. so. TECHNICALLY. you shouldn't be able to mean one thing and say another ALTHOUGH. aha. we all know that it IS entirely possible to say one thing and mean another, or say ornithologist instead of orthodontist. SO. umm. i don't know about that. that needs further reading. okay. so we continue on the magic thing. now. if magic only depended on a verbal WORD, then any idiot could do magic. i could just mumble avada kedavra under my breath at lucifer and she'd keel over dead (don't we all wish). but no, because magic is more than that. it's a MENTAL thing. if it was just the WORD then millions of little kids (or big kids or basically everyone) would have casted some spell or other and another hundred thousand or so would have been killed accidentally by over-enthusiastic voldy impersonators. it's like the will and the word (eddings). you gather in your will, and release it with a word. any word. technically if you want to translocate a vase and focussed your will on that, but said "break" instead of "move", the vase would still translocate itself anyway. the word is like a switch that releases the will. doesn't matter what the switch is, it works just the same. so. technically. if you said flippendo when you meant to kill someone, they'd probably die anyway. technically. my favourite word. :D in the end, it's all still random speculations.

righty then. enough of this philo shit. time to SLEEP.