Oh, But I Can

What do you find more unbearable: watching a video of yourself, or listening to a recording of your voice? Why?

Well, now I’m confused.

To put it blatantly, as shallow as it sounds, I quite like how I sound or how I look. I never find any reason to not embrace who I am. It’s the most fascinating thing, really, to look at yourself and find all the weird things of your being and wonder how can people still be your friends.

Make it bearable!

In response to: Can’t Stand Me

Sort Of

Have you ever made a New Year’s Resolution that you kept?

Yes–Well, not really, sort of. I promised I’d write more, and I managed to publish more than 80 posts last year, I’d call that an accomplishment.

In response to Resolved

Tell Me Something I Don’t Know

You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?

“You’ve been in pain, dear, for so long,” the old lady hoarsely whispered in a voice just above whisper as she read the fate written just across the girl’s pale palm. The old lady’s touch was rough, and there was an uncomfortable tingling feeling in her stomach. She suddenly felt so naked in front of her.

She nodded curtly, she already knew, and she was ready to pull her hand away. She never believed in superstition. Never have, never will.

However, the old lady wasn’t finished. Her hold became tighter, and the girl sucked in a sharp breath. The old lady’s misty far away look pierced right into her eyes and she added, “It gets better, dear.”

The girl tried to laugh, and she pulled her hand away completely. She shifted in her seat. “Tell me something I don’t know, Madam,” she softly murmured.

In response to: Life Line

Invisibility Cloak, Time Turner, and Apparition

Your local electronics store has just started selling time machines, anywhere doors, and invisibility helmets. You can only afford one. Which of these do you buy, and why?

If these are translated into my potterhead brain, the choices will be the time turner, being able to apparate, and having the invisibility cloak.

Invisibility, meh. It isn’t really something that I crave for. What is this for, to be a peeping tom? To avoid people? If I hated attention, I wouldn’t have started this blog to begin with.

Time turner, hm. Ask me two weeks ago, the time turning machine would have been something that I’d choose in the mids of life-regretting craziness. This thing would have been the answer so many ‘what ifs’ and ‘if onlys’

But now, I’m done wishing for different life, and all I want is to just escape, so I’ll choose the apparition ability. I want to go somewhere new in an instant and forget the life I lived. Instead of fixing things, the freedom of being away from all the things that are wrong lures me so deeply into the aching desire.

So anywhere door it is–or, as I say it in my potterhead brain, I choose the ability to apparate somewhere far far away.

In response to: Pick Your Gadget