We try to break from the frozen monotony. But even this state of breaking out requires breaking out itself...


Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is out. Queerly, I don't feel so excited about the book. I've gotten past 4.5 chapters, skimmed the book and have the general idea of major events in the book. What can I say?

And I boycotted open house today. I feel that this year's open house committee did a pretty poor job on publicity. I could probably go around and criticise a lot more of the people involved in open house, but I shan't do that. My last year, and I boycotted open house.

I'm still trying to work out what to do with my life. But I know it isn't going to involve you, you, or you and you, or you. I wonder who I was referring to, but I guess it doesn't matter.

I did a second draft of one of my stories. Somehow, I've lost the flair I possessed when I was (nice and) angsty. Unfortunately, I am currently unable to evoke graphic images or bring the words to life. I don't like being angsty, but it's not too bad a trade-off.


It's all a very dear, well-spun lie. It's the spider web you unknowingly stepped into, and are now bound to. It's the air you breathe. It's the substance that's breaking your body down into minute pieces. And it's what the remnants of your soul will be.