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I liked this book until the author shifted her focus and started talking about a lot of random things.
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Yes, I finally read the final installment of the Harry Potter series. The whole time I was reading it I couldn’t help thinking of my first encounter. I was a junior in high school and an Afghanistan classmate casually mentioned that she loved Harry Potter. This was when the first four books were already favorites of kids who read fantasy books but not really known by kids who didn’t read at all. Kind of like Vanessa Hudgens before the nude photo scandal. Now everyone has some idea who she is even if they’ve never seen High School Musical.
I especially remember the time I read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It was the hugest book and Rowling needed about two years before she came up with the fifth book (actually, it’s three – I just checked). I still remember the library I found it in. Now it’s the library I go to most often. Sigh, I can’t believe how time flies. I could’ve sworn it was just yesterday when I borrowed the fifth book from Samantha and the sixth book from Stephen. They both knew never to lend any books to me again – ever.
In the meantime, the epilogue for this book is rather stupid. I find it annoying when main characters who first meet each other when they’re really young eventually get married. Not saying it’s impossible, but considering the contemporary setting, it’s highly unlikely. Surely new friends come along and they don’t all get married as soon as they hit twenty? Rowling should have left the epilogue to the readers’ imagination. Leave some room for possible relationships among the characters, but don’t conclude it outright.
And finally: it’s just idiotic of Harry and Ginny to name their kids Lily, James, and Albus. Talk about being overly sentimental.
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I read somewhere that Grease is the High School Musical of yer parents’ generation. I also read somewhere else that it is the best teen movies of the 1980s. Me being me, I just find it hard to find something to criticize harshly in any old movies I see. People seem to have better acting skills back in the old days, or maybe I just like anything old. Nevertheless, I have several things to note:
- John Travolta looks a lot skinnier and, well, younger. He still looks too old to be in high school, but seeing him in a leather jacket and tight pants – and wearing that hairstyle – compensates for everything that is wrong in my life.
- Although Grease is supposed to be like High School Musical, I am reminded of Mean Girls. The Pink Lilies (or they’re called something pink anyway) are a lot like The Plastics, aren’t they? And they don’t have to be cheerleaders. too.
- Speaking of whom, the cheerleaders wear very long skirts! I almost died choking when I first saw that. Imagine cheerleaders today wearing that kind of uniform. Horror.
- Speaking of which, all the girls seem to be wearing slightly-below-the-knee-length skirts. I couldn’t help thinking of something. Twenty-years from now, teenagers would be laughing at the gelled hair and the baggy pants boys are sporting . . . and the various ridiculous outfits girls are wearing. Hell, I’m laughing at some of them already.
Edit: After watching the whole movie, I came to the conclusion that it is like High School Musical in that it is stupid beyond reason (no offense, y’all). I did like the music, especially “Summer Nights” and “Grease Lightning” (which I think may be because my dad used to put those on when I was younger), but the vocals are terrible and the dances are so horribly choreographed.
I also hated the ending. Why on earth did Sandy (by the way, I found out the actress who played her was thirty at the time) become a bad girl? That sends all the wrong message. It is romantic in a way, but it’s mostly stupid. In the end, there’s no way the relationship will work.
I suppose now that I can finally breathe, I should write something on my WordPress account.
Vanessa Hudgens
First, I need to say something about Vanessa Hudgens, one of the stars of the annoyingly popular tween made-for-TV movie High School Musical. Apparently there are racy pictures of her circulating around the Internet. Because of this, even people who had never heard of her came to (vaguely) know who she is. Most of the pictures have been taken off due to legal stuff, although I’m pretty sure you can still take a peek on one website or another.
Vanessa is currently eighteen. Some people argue that because she’s an adult and because she can do whatever she wants with her body, there’s nothing wrong with taking certain pictures for her boyfriend and she should never have apologized. And those who criticize her must be insecure about their own bodies, of course.
I generally don’t think about her, but because I have started writing this, I guess I should elaborate some more on my position. Personally, I do think she can do whatever she wants – she is an adult. However, some people have suggested that she may still be a minor at the time she took those pictures. See the Dannon water bottle on her dresser? Well, apparently it has been taken off the market in early 2006. Assuming her parents bought water bottles in crates and that was the last of their supply, Vanessa would still be around seventeen. Her being a little younger when she took these pictures may also explain why she doesn’t even look like her and why – in the words of PerezHilton – she’s no more of an “amateur pornographer.”
What is somewhat amusing is the fact that just a couple weeks ago in an interview with the Teen magazine, Vanessa claims to be “a good kid” brought up “with very good morals.” She also loves being a role model, apparently. What confidence! I myself wouldn’t want anyone to look up to me. Though I am, on the surface, as much of a good kid as the next guy (or maybe even gooder), I don’t want that much pressure and responsibility.
I guess on her part, it would be kind of awkward and embarrassing to have your parents find out with the rest of the world that you’re not pure. Ah, well. That’s why you shouldn’t take nude pictures for a boy. Just a week ago I heard there’s a man got arrested for posting a nude picture of his then-minor girlfriend on myspace.
Kids, seriously. You shouldn’t even be having sex when you’re only fifteen.
Friends
I just found out that two of my friends just broke up. They met each other when they were twelve and started dating in high school. They went to the same university and they just graduated together. They have the same friends and the same favorite hangout places.
Yet somehow he just decided she’s not the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. Ouch.
. . . I must be the only one still stuck in middle and high school. Everyone has grown up. Everyone has changed. Me, I just wish we could all look (and act) as innocent as we used to.
Writing for Newspapers
Next, I’ve been thinking about starting to write again. When I was younger I decided to major in something practical (i.e., science) because I didn’t think I could survive with a liberal arts degree. But now I know I can. I’ve discovered that I’m no longer interested in fiction stories because they are almost useless (no offense, but that’s how I feel), so I’m going to aim to write for a newspaper instead. Or a newsletter, whatever works. I don’t really know where to start, so anyone reading this . . . feel free to help.
And currently reading: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Bwahaha.
Nice and concise.
This is nothing like Pauline Chen’s Final Exam. I probably could learn a lot from this book, but it’s just not all that engaging. The author may like to write, but she’s not a good writer.
One thing I have to wonder: am I the only one who’s aware of the dark side of being a doctor? It seems obvious that when you’re becoming a doctor you’re not going to be able to cure everyone – you’re going to lose some patients. It is one reason I didn’t want to become a doctor. Hm, maybe I am smart (in a way) after all.
(I will edit this page later.)
(Maybe.)
I picked this book up because I hoped it might give me a new insight. Hey, I’m no social scientist and I’m the humble one.
As it turns out, it taught me everything I already knew about statistics.
(I’ll edit this page later.)
(Note to self: Bill Moyers)
