Disappointment and Book Giveaway

This friday, we went to see the movie, "I am number four". If you didn't see it, you can skip the next 2 paragraphs. First of all, Henri is not suppose to die! Well, at least not until the end. Second, he's suppose to develop immunity to fire and be able to talk to animals. And lastly, there's suppose to be a giant fire. And terrorists? Really?
Other than that, I was really pleased with it. I wished the fight at the end would be more drawned out though. It took and hour and a half to build it up and the fight lasted only for 10 minutes. Oh, and number 6? Loved her. Her accent just added the perfect touch and her bike was amazing.

So there's this book giveaway and I want to enter. It's Supernaturally, the sequel to Paranormalcy. Here's the cover:

Thoughts on Terrorism, Love, and Books

Do you realize that the safest time from a terrorist attack is right after one? I mean, after 9/11, there wasn't another terrorist attack a day later. It makes sense that a terrorist wouldn't attack right after a major one. A terrorist's job is to create mass panic. That's the whole point. I mean, the word 'terror' is in the name for god's sake! Logically, a terrorist won't attack again. So for the time being, everyone in the New York tri-state area is relatively safe for the next few years. Or, you know, I'm totally wrong. But as much as I rant about this, I'll be freaking out when there's a bombing near where I live. Fear can twist any reason. Just wanted to put that out there.

I know this topic was kinda random but I had this idea for quite a while and realized I should write it on my blog. So for anyone who wants to fly (on a plane I mean), go ahead. The chances a terrorist will hijack your plane is minuscule. It's still there but nothing to freak out from. The chances of being hit by lightening is probably higher.

As you know, Valentine's Day was this week. Actually, I was kinda freaked out because I thought this guy was going to ask me out. It was after school and he called my name. Then he said never mind and his friends nudged him and laughed. Thank god he didn't. I'm not interested in dating. I've never had my heart broken and I'd like to keep it that way. Pretty naive, right? I want my little girl to ask me who my first love was and i want to point across the room say, "He's right there." Wow, i just realized how fairy tale that sounded. Guess I'm out of touch with reality. Anyways, you probably don't want to hear about a teenage girl's rambling.

So monday, my English teacher told us we were going to write a love poem in honors of Valentine's Day. Again, I freaked out. Then I realized it could be something like an "Ode to Chocolate". She also said it could be any type of love. Friendship love, family love, pet love, food love, and so on. Here it is:

It's actually a funny story

how I met my first love.

It started when I was a baby.

There were no fireworks or doves.

Just a few notes, a few bars

and I knew I was hooked.

My resolve broke like a jar

and my heart was booked.

The first form was a lullaby

set by my mother trying to sleep.

Each key set me closer to high

and they blended to make me go in deep

A little line full of strings

and it pulled my heart's

No amount of bling

could get me to dart.

A symphony of bliss,

like a wave of peace,

got me out of every single abyss

and my nightmares ceased.

Music can change a life

and I’ve yet to see one that has not.

More powerful than a knife

but it cannot be bought.

A song can alter the future

or at least that's what it seems.

There are a lot of trash, sure.

But the right lyrics and beat can make a great team

You can say I'm a dreamer

but aren't we all?

I'm a perseverer,

keep trying though I fall.

My first love inspires emotions

to which none the world has seen

It's an ethereal fascination

and I’d be lying if I said I wasn't keen

A little crude, I know. Not bad though, right? For those that don't get it, my first "love" was music. I was inspired by a song called, "Dear Hip Hop" by Magnetic North. You should totally check it out.

On with books, I've decided to make a limit. A couple months ago, I got a Barnes N' Noble membership card. I have regretted it ever since. Not that it didn't save me money. I probably saved somewhere around the 3 digits range. It's just that I've been buying books nonstop now. About two  month ago, somehwere around December, I stacked them all up. It was nearly as tall as me and I'm about 5'4. That's a bit scary, to be honest. The worst part is that I don't even like the books that I buy. I keep on buying them online since they have better prices there. The weird thing is that I haven't gone to the store once. As for my limit, it's 1 book a month now.

Thoughts of Christmas, Apoligies, Happy (Belated) New Years, Music, and School

Have you ever thought about Christmas's origin? I have realized that, despite being a tiny minority of the world's religion, Christmas is the year's biggest holiday. How did that happen?

I know it's late but I have a perfectly good excuse on why I didn't update sooner. I was lazy. Still, se eh bok ma ni pa du se yu! That's suppose to mean "have a lot of happiness" word for word in Korean. I broke the word down into syllables to make it easier to read.

On to music: have you ever heard of the band "Black Veiled Brides"? No? You've been missing out on sooo much. It's true, the music sound intimidating at first. but there are parts where it sounds amazing. For example, in "Beautiful Remains," there this part where he sings, "This love will set you free/ from thoughts over yesterday./ Now love has come to take/ your beautiful remains. Well actually, he screams the last part but you get the point, right?

More on music, I have discovered why i hate screamo so much. For anyone that don''t get what I'm talking about, I'm talking about the genre. The reason I hate it is not because people's voices are blasted into my head. It's because they have such beautiful instrumental but then, they just ruin it! It's like someone creating a statue. When it's complete, they step back and you have a chance to look at it. But just as you're appreciating the full value of it, the artist runs over it with a bulldozer! I mean, like what the heck?

As for school, I discovered something shocking this week. I cannot get along with stupid people. At all. Maybe it's because I'm smart but people ask me for answers all the time. "Hey, did you get the answer for number 17 on the math homework?" or "Can you help me with problem 3 in science?" See, if it's one or two problems, I"ll definitely help them and I even try to teach them how to do it so they actually learn. I don't just give them the answer. I do it because when I occasionally forget my homework in my locker, they extend the courtesy to me. So, it's like trade. But for stupid people, they just ask for the answer. When I refuse, they either a) leave and ask someone else or b) stay and I end up feeding them the answers. I'm not sure which i worse. Anyways, i made this discovery when my science teacher decided to change the seating change and i ended up sharing a table with a really, really, dumb girl. I was kinda mean to her and later, i thought over on why i did it. So, i came to the conclusion that I can't get along with stupid people. Still, i made an effort to be extra nice to that girl to make it up for the day before.

Background Information: It's a love story. This part is just an introduction. The 1st person is a guy who's just been starstrucked.
Quote of the Day:
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“Hi, my name's Blake. Blake Kazzeroni,” I said, giving her my hand

“Courtney Brilioweks,”she said, taking my hand. She warily shook it. Courtney Briloweks, I thought to myself. My two new favorite words
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