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Romeo And Juliet
I’m not going to say anything. And you wouldn’t either.
She cries in the night. She’s all alone, twilight’s fallen. The moonshine streams in through her silky curtains, milky in colour, as it radiates the glow of her skin on the walls around her. She doesn’t feel trapped, but she knows she’s been captured. Her green eyes, a window to her soul, scream out in desperation. It wasn’t meant to happen. The tears fall down her face, like water gushing out of a broken dam. And they keep falling.
And there’s no one to wipe them away.
All she can think to herself is, “Cry Juliet, cry. It’ll make you feel better if nothing else.”
x EdgyShark x
Bonsoir!
Again, authors convention tonight. It’s really amazing to sit amongst such candid individuals and have enlightening discussions. Of course, that’s always the case with the Godfather too, but like I need to be at a Café Thé or Lavazza, sitting opposite the great one and talking my thoughts out.
“My personal selfish victory was that the book worked.” In conversation with Philippe Vasset, a renowned French author, today. It was not then that I realised I had to someday be on the other side of the couch sitting and talking, and not listening for a change, but it was then that I realised that time is running out. And I’m awesome enough to do whatever I want.
A very exciting Adolf Hitler conversation followed after while the director and I walked down lit streets and he made sure I was into a cab.
Happy 5th anniversary, Mom and Pa 
Pa especially, for handling the three of us for the last not five but eleven years I guess. Haha, this only goes to prove your tenacity and patience. I think you should now win a Nobel Peace Prize for retaining your sanity after all this time! Let’s cut the cake now!
This is who I am. A born schizo. xD
x EgdyShark x
Froide Et Mystérieuse
J’ai commencé à regarder les journaux la semaine dernière vampire, et même si l’intrigue est très bien comme les romans modernes vampires le jour et le cinéma, c’est intéressant. Tout simplement parce que après des recherches, j’ai découvert que le battage beaucoup sur la série Twilight est en fait, une copie du VD.
Stefan Salvatore est sans aucun doute, chaud. Et Damon? Il est plus chaud. L’intrigue tout entière n’est pas différent des autres histoires que tel, mais ce qui le distingue, c’est le fait que ce sont les originaux. C’est le même, les attaques des vampires, loups-garous, de l’existence sans âge, qui drainent le sang.
Harry Potter Is Not For Kids
Apparently, that’s true.
It all began with an abused child, growing up sans love, the weird life he led till the prime age of eleven after which he was introduced to a world where all his problems would just vanish with a swish and flick. Or not.
The prime target reader for the series included children in their teens till the fourth book was released. After which there was a sudden outcry and epiphany in the minds of at least a quarter of six billion human beings about the life and times of Harry Potter.
Gradually though, J.K Rowling got into the drift, and the Potter boy began living life. His friends were not just friends anymore, there was an element of risk of being more than just playing with test tubes and broomsticks. Voldemort began threatening worse, swearing came into existence leaded with peer pressure and Malfoy being a bigger pain in thr wrong side of the anatomy. And thus, the series became quite obviously darker.
- Creepy, Dreary, Gloomy: Myrtle Moans and Haunts:
Moaning Myrtle is supposed to be nice and sweet, with a melodic voice, transient to bad and ugly things. Indeed, our favorite author has gone and turned that woman into something creepy that roams the boys bathroom. Children are going to be scared to ever walk into public restrooms for fear of either the dead corpse of a girl lying there somewhere on some dirty chamber pot, or a dead body hovering over them while they pee.
It’s not funny. Kids are scared of these things. Bathrooms are anyway a place where most murders take place. And while you pee?! That’s an incentive.
- Bad Role Model:
He screams, he fumes, he frets. After all, what teenager doesn’t do that? But he could be happy once in a while, I mean there are lots of orphans in the world who are beaten and abused and yet haven’t found their magical exit to heaven. Not to forget the seeing his best friend’s sister behind his back. Courtesy Cracked, “It’s difficult to imagine wanting to help your best friend defeat Voldemort when you know he’ll be celebrating afterward by casting “Disapearro Clothesimo” on your sister.”
- The Bad Blood Boo Hockey:
Isn’t there enough communalism and what not in the world already? There are different kinds of children reading this book. Some innocent remain that way, and others turn into Crabbe and Goyle kind bullies. Muggles? Can’t we just follow a simple uni human race instead of now including even differences in our blood? Is she trying to teach kids things about being racially impure? Is she trying to give birth to some more Hitlers?
- Knock Knock, Who’s There? Murder, I Tell You:
Everyone’s dying. There’s no happy ending. Right from the beginning to the end. Rowling takes you on a journey and makes you love people just to let you know at the end that they’re going to die. Alright, great lesson kids, everyone dies in life. That is definitely the harsh truth. But they don’t have to learn it this way! (Even though I hate kids and fully well think they should learn life the hard way, cut ‘em some slack.) And by that, I’m referring to the numerous six year olds who listen to chapters as bedtime stories. “Oh honey, by the way, Cedric’s dead. Good night.”
- Step-Family:
It’s really not so bad having step parents and siblings. Maybe, just here. Even then, everyone has a heart. But since this is a work of fiction, Rowling gets to party however she wants. TORTURE, woman, TORTURE!
- Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore:
Tell us for once and all, dear Ms Rowling, is he whacked or not?! He was like a grandfather figure to everyone who read the book. And then he went and got himself mysteriously brutally murdered by his man Friday, Severus Snape. And then being declared gay? Is Rowling out of her mind? It’s supposed to be a KID’S book for chrissake. Although, now that you come to think of it, kid should know what being gay is. And maybe, it’s just real fun if you’re partner is Harry Potter.
And that is why they spent all that time together and couldn’t live without each other. Thank goodness, she left out the privacy inhaled portions from the corners of her mind. They might as well just smooch each other and get the hell over with it. Did you see the last movie? The amount of touchy-feely rubbish?
x EdgyShark x
Coffee Stains And Cheating Lovers
This one’s for Starr. Sorry about the tardiness, somehow needed the much needed inspiration, which equals listening to tons of IH, some guitar playing and mind-wandering. Get me something hot from London, you. Happy Birthday! (:
Regent’s Park, London. For the first time, her gaze traveled across, scouring the place for a sense of familiarity. She felt alone, she wanted someone. “Since I’m taking a chance,” she thought to herself, “might as well do it unpredictably.” She took that much needed risk. She closed her hazel eyes, picked up some speed, and ran.
Upper Berkeley, London. He was perched on a beanbag, his warm hands callously flipping the pages of a newspaper. The coffee mug lay unnoticed on the antique glass table, a few feet away from him. His mind wandered, sauntering into the greens of Regent. He inhaled in her beauty, her auburn hair swinging as she ran past him. The fresh scent of jasmines adorned her, and so did a decent mix of bright and dark colors. Back in his apartment, he quickly ran his hand over his soft brown hair, trying his best to wish the thoughts away. He thought about the consequences of regret as he slowly cleared his masterpieces on canvas. He picked up his brushes, he was reminded of how she had used one of them to tickle his cheek the night she’d stayed over. He smiled and put it away. He straightened the covers on the couch, the strange, yet prosaic and sophisticated smell bringing back bittersweet memories. The coffee was turning cold.
Norfolk Park Avenue, London. She ambled up and down the paved road, not caring about what was going to happen, or what had been. She reminisced about him, and how he had been so congenial to someone who heightened the word ‘lonesome’ on purpose. She walked along the avenue, touching roses bleeding grass. Did it matter? She wondered if it did. It definitely did. And that was all she knew. She slowly sipped the coffee out of the white take away cup. Wrong move. Vivid images instantly flashed in her mind. “It’s never strong enough,” he chuckled, looking at the white take away cup, dripping stains on the sides. She looked at him expectantly. “Would you like some more?” he asked softly as he put her vintage coat away. She nodded, accepting hesitantly. Exhaustion climbed over her weary self as twilight fell. But she’d never let fatigue get the better of her. She glanced around the cosy room of his apartment, glimpsing the photo frames that decked the mantel piece. She looked at the warm fire. She turned to look at him, at his beautiful face and reached out for his hand. Snap back to reality. Why did it matter?! “Now, now darling, don’t kill yourself.” he laughed in her mind.
It felt like a paper cut. They knew it hurt, nonetheless as minor as it was, it needed care. Sleeping pills didn’t help. Neither did over-piling work. It rained on her parade, his coffee was never right again. It was more than just bad luck.
“Don’t lose your head. None of use were angels, and you know I love you, yeah?” she contradicted her hypocrisy. He believed the truth, or was it fake? He didn’t know. Intoxication swept over their minds, glistening in the cold sweat of guilt. “Could I have..?” he thought, black contrition replacing all reasoning. “Should I have…?” she thought, a wicked, yet innocent feeling of remorse wounding her conscience.
But they won’t know. Because they didn’t.
And of course, it’s okay.
x EdgyShark x
Sorry For The Long Wait.
I’m still considering switching to blogspot. WordPress sucks, it has nothing to offer.
Now Playing: Megalomaniac – Incubus.
x EdgyShark x
Informatics Ahoy!
Really, don’t become an addicted blogger like me. What I need now is like GPRS on the go or something. Wait, an e-book reader + wordpress widget for the road! Thoughts come out, and it makes me restless having to wait till the end of the day till I get back home to my desktop. I browsed through the Vaio netbook series, but they’re not worth it. I can’t work with a teeny-tiny precious looking 3-hour battery lasting shiny notebook.
xxx
And I was under the impression that I’d left math some six months ago. So it wasn’t really appaling when I got a little freaked looking at this during the IP test today:
(i) Write the corresponding Java expressions for the following mathematical expressions:
1. √a²+b² – 2c + eª
2. [ |a-2b| / b²] * 2c
Also, this looks equally creepy, but it’s not that bad:
(h) Find the value of the expressions, given the following declarations:
Boolean result;
short a=100, b=200, c=300;
(1) result= c-2*b<0 || (c+400)<2*b;
(2) result= (a+100==b) && (a+b==c) || (a+b<c)
And anyway, my butt began hurting real bad after an hour, so I just decided to walk out, after a hell lot of shifting here and there and switching sides. Because then the invigilator got suspicious, and I felt like telling her that the others were solving math papers, I REALLY wouldn’t be able to help them in ANY way! (Math and me = *chuckles to self*)
I bought my French text books today and thank the demi-gods I had them, because Syd, you’ve GOT to learn how to be punctual, mate. Every time!! Also, the front seat in the battered up car suits you, very art-ish.
Here’s a special mention about Jabran’s song Chal Diye. Which finally, he’s got recorded. And it’s KICKASS. Unfortunately, you can’t hear it now, because he won’t release it publicly until he gets the copyrights. *feels exclusive*. But very rocki-ish, like the version we sang at Odyssey.
And I’ll give you the link soon when he gives it the okay, because trust me it’s worth listening to! 
Pa, I know you’re reading this. You *could* comment you know, I’m not gonna say anything 
So what are you guys upto?
x EdgyShark x
Oh The Places You’ll Go!
“Some days are yellow, some days are blue.
On some days, I’m different too.”
“Yes, there really was a Dr. Seuss. He was not an official doctor, but his prescription for fun has delighted readers for more than 60 years!”
Personally, I’ve always found Dr. Seuss’ characters freaky/creepy. Or maybe it was just Mike Meyers in The Cat In The Hat that did the trick. Because neither do I like cats (more like HATE them,) and nor do I like Mike Meyers. But you’ve gotta admit, Dr. Seuss has done quite well in terms of providing a new level of literature to children altogether.
Things like “One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish“, “Oh The Things You Can Think!“, even “If I Ran The Zoo” are great reads even if you’re not five, and don’t worry, it’s not going to give your ego a boost. Yeah, I’m probably talking away without having any Seuss experience myself, but I’m soon going to go through his works.
They’ve definitely carved a niche where even 2D animation’s concerned and this brainchild of his is worth a mention, and your time. Hey, you can even try visiting Seussville here. Even if you don’t agree, I feel Seuss gave sarcasm and rhymes a new name. Also, hard life and reality checking.
Oh go on, google it yourself!
x EdgyShark x
Cullen’s A Barbie, Jackson’s A God
I just finished with the third book in the Olympian series – Percy Jackson and The Titan’s Curse, and frankly, it was quite entertaining. Not to forget gripping. And I’m really into Greek mythology now, it’s far too interesting an aspect to simply leave out of my agenda. So fourth book, I’ll begin with in a couple of days. Before that, though, I tried googling the movie, and I was sad to find out that it’s not going to be releasing before 2010.
The cast shocked me. All the main characters, who are actually supposed to be 13 and 14, are in reality 21 and above. Except Percy, who’s played by Logan Wade Lerman, who is 19. They could’ve picked ME to play Thalia! *sniffs*
Pierce Brosnan is playing Chiron! And all the other Gods also seem pretty impressive! I don’t know, the movie should be pretty awesome.
Take a look for yourself, click here to go to the official website. And if you’re REALLY as into it as I am, then maybe the thought of waiting for another two years is going to push you into Hades’ realm. Here’s a video of the trailer:
The Olympians – VERY hot.
Also, you’ve got to take a look at the newest Barbies that have hit the shelves. If you want a hearty laugh, that is.
Moving away from heroic goodwill and Olympian hotness alerts, twilight is back. the Cullen and Swan barbies think they’re the new things that sizzle. Here you go -
Yeah, you can’t miss this.
x EdgyShark x
