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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Assalamu'alaikum...

Yesterday was a pretty long day for me, long in a good way. After work, Dennis picked me up and we went to watch Harry Potter at Quality 16 theatre. We were kinda late getting in, so we missed the first few minutes, but I really enjoyed the movie. Would I say that it's better than the previous two? I dunno, more like it's different than the other ones. For one thing, Harry was more like a teen in this one rather than a kid. However, I do think the special effects were better than the last one, even though the dementors did look like ripped dishrags.

After the movies, we went back to Dennis' house to have dinner with his parents, the second time this summer. We had burgers, coleslaws and some good conversations. After that, they showed me their fire pit, built a fire to show how it works, and Dennis then tried to teach me how to swing a baseball bat. Growing up, I never did learn how to play volleyball, or baseball, or softball, or other stuff that people immediately assume one should know. Swinging that baseball bat yesterday felt weird because I never did that before, but after a few swings, it felt okay. I wasn't good at it, but then it was never my aim to actually be good, just passable enough so that no wayward balls would hit me.

Dennis let me borrow his Family Guy DVDs, which I'm gonna have to watch on my computer since I don't have a DVD player anymore. I LOVE Family Guy, it's so ridiculously obscene that you just can't help but enjoy it. I haven't found a girl who shares my sentiments yet about overly obscene animated series (South Park, Family Guy, Aqua Teens, The Simpsons, Sealab etc.), but I'm hoping. Come to think of it, I don't really know a guy yet, aside from Dennis, who shares my love for adult-oriented-but-not-porn-related cartoons. It seems to me that people my age think that unless it's anime, then no animated series is worth watching. Some of them don't even think any animated series is worth watching if you're, oh let's say, over 18. Thing is, if you let a kid watch something like Family Guy, then you're nuts and just begging for trouble because you're raising a kid who's probably gonna jack off in the bathroom during recess and thinks it's okay to call a black person "nigger" and a gay man "fairy". It's adult oriented, and I think it's a harmless piece of fun as long as you know it's all IN the name of fun and you don't get sucked into behaving like Peter Griffin does. Is it offensive? Sure, maybe, then again porn is offensive and yet the X-rated industry make billions each year. Thing is, like porn, adult cartoons may offend and they may not, if you don't like it then don't watch it, do not give me grief about it (which triggers this paragraph long rant....).

Oh and by the way, I rarely read back what I wrote before hitting the "Publish Post" button, so don't start getting all sarcastic with me about my atrocious spelling or how my sentences don't make sense because I'm missing a "not" or an "of" somewhere. At least I'm producing a literary (if I may call it that) piece that actually has my thoughts and feelings in it, something that I can read weeks, maybe years from now and still laugh and say, "I used to get so worked up about the stupidest stuff". What do you have? Just all your sarcastic comments and your vicious words against other people you put down because your own like is a pathetic piece of junk. Asshole. Get a life.

I read in a Sidney Sheldon novel, a quote that went along something like this "Never assume, it makes an ASS out of U and ME". Do not assume that if you feel that something is hard for you, then it will automatically be hard for me. Don't assume that if you felt this situation really tried your nerves, then if you put me in it, I'll automatically break down and cry. Don't assume that if I cry, it's because I'm weak, maybe it's better for m to cry rather than ravage another person with cutting words and my anger. Because I think through the way I handled myself through all the shit that happened to me this year, and how I handled all of the mishandled criticisms I had of "taking advantage of the situation", I think I did pretty well, thank you very much. I didn't turn to mush. I didn't break down completely even when all I wanted to do was to leave everything and run away. Most of the time, I refrained from letting my emotions from controlling my head and cloud my judgment. I didn't use PMS as a reason to suddenly be angry with someone for no reason (well maybe once or twice, but mostly I just stayed away from people in general because during that time of the month, people piss me off, I don't wanna be around things that pisses me). And if I do get angry, I don't get VERBAL. How do I let my anger out? By writing and writing and writing....

What makes a good piece of essay, a good novel, a good book? What makes an entry in an online journal good? When people say it's good? When a lot of people buy the book, the newspaper, come to the website? When people compliment you about it?

For me, something is good when you can read something and know that it actually comes from the heart, not just facts, because a heart feels, beats to the rhythm not only of the body but the mind and the soul. Facts? Using the words that so often describe "facts", they're hard and cold...

Okay, I'm off from work, time to go home and be happy again. Bye!

Wassalam..

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