For Shaz

In case you couldn't find the fanfic about Harry and Hermione,
here's the link, Shaz.

And to anyone who's interested, you can have a go at reading it too.

Just do not insult this coupling.

I am rather serious.

He already pissed me off quite enough.



A Tale of Two Gryffindors

a HarryxHermione fanfic

A Tale Of Two Gryffindors

Because she stuck with him through everything.

Because they just look so good together.

Because many fans gave admitted that
as much of a genius J.K.Rowling is,
her romantic bits in the novels are just shoddy.


Because they were just too hot for canon anyway.

H.J.P.
&
H.J.P.

Harry James Potter
&
Hermione Jane Granger-Potter


If you're curious, yes, in Western countries,
it's a norm to adopt your spouse's surname into your own,
like so.

Ties That Bind

Alright people!

Chapter 15 is up!

And this officiates the last day of my 3-week semester break.

This chapter is dedicated to one Trisha Teo,
of whom without I wouldn't have to spend today
typing away to finish this chapter so quickly.

Hehe.

Just kidding, love.

XD

When grown men talk like girls

"Didn't you at least want to take that time to sow your wild goats?"

"Oats. I'm not much of a sower.
And I kind of did all that anyway with Angela and Lucy before.
No, not at the same time. Get that pervy look off your face."

English, as it is spoken

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Then shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England .
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends
and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns
down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?

AND IF PEOPLE FROM POLAND ARE CALLED POLES THEN

PEOPLE FROM HOLLAND SHOULD BE HOLES AND THE GERMANS, GERMS

So...if someone's half a German and half a Hollander,
so is he a Germ-Hole?

Buku-Muka

Facebook.

Buku-Muka.



Meh.


As Trisha had found out rather funnily about her Marriagebot woes,
I found mine on another similar app to that.

Crushbot.




Ugh! I want it to be true~!!

Trisha said Marriagebot sucks 'cause
like those other matchmaking stuff,
it's inaccurate asa blind archer after 3 bottles of Johnny Walker (Whiskey).


Well...maybe I can say the same about this thingy.
Still....I can't say I'm not pleased with the results...

Great...now I have another reason to mope about tonight
while doing my Figure Studies homework.
And my reference this time is Rowan Atkinson
who's smiling rather funnily at me....


I wonder how Rose would react if she saw this, eh?

^^


....*sigh*.....


Sad-ness time....

Onions

Yes, the humble onion.
Under-estimated, it is.
Why?

Here's a small tip about why leftover onions are a reason for FOOD POISONING.

Ed (a nutritionist) says that when food poisoning is reported, the first thing the
officials look for is when the 'victim' last ate ONIONS and where those onions came from (in the potato salad?). Ed says it's not the mayonnaise (as long as it's not homemade Mayo) that spoils in the outdoors.
It's probably the onions, and if not the onions, it's the POTATOES. He explained, onions are a huge magnet for bacteria, especially uncooked onions.
You should never plan to keep a portion of a sliced onion. He says it's not even safe if you put it in a zip-lock bag and put it in your refrigerator.
It's already contaminated enough just by being cut open and out for a bit, that it can be a danger to you.
Ed says if you take the leftover onion and cook it like crazy you'll
probably be okay, but if you slice that leftover onion and put
on your sandwich, you're asking for trouble.
Both the onions and the moist potato in a potato salad, will attract and grow bacteria faster than any commercial mayonnaise will even begin to break down.

And here's a little reminder for those of you who have dogs.

Dogs should never eat onions.
Their stomachs cannot metabolize onions.

As The Skies Begin To Ebb To Gray

I find myself again,
sitting on this cold rooftop,
glancing onto the sunset that bathes me in its orange veil.

My lips remain pursed as this feeling of melancholy envelopes me,
driving me to ponder many a things.

Of one,
I cannot help but wonder if it is destiny that leaves me to be alone.

I have been selfless many times,
bending myself to whims and requests of many.
I do it willingly, of course,
but the irony of the matter is that,
no matter how many times I want to be selfless,
when I try to be selfish for that ever-so-rare occasion,
I am denied?

Why is it that my heart's greatest desire never goes on fulfilled?
Why is it that every time I fall for another,
I am but broken in the end,
never once succeeding?



Just for once, I wish that I could win.
Just for once, I wish she would accept me instead.