Spuddy Buddies

Cause you don’t know me, it’s the same sun rising

I don't even know where to begin.

I think I'll begin with Inkheart. It has got to be one of the best books I've ever read. It appeals even more to me with Dustfinger in it.

I mean I know that Dustfinger is not exactly a hottie, or an old school romantic or a hero or someone big. But he is important in the story, to me. If he's not in it, it wouldn't be Inkheart. He's 'matchstick-eating' a.k.a 'fire-eater' and personally, I think that is hot. Since I've watched the movie already and his character is played by Paul Bettany, who in reality is not a blue eyed bombshell, I sorta have an idea of what he looks like. The bad thing about watching movies based on novels before reading the book itself, is that you've already had the characters appearances in your mind and you can't erase it. Like in Twilight, my Jacob was so much more handsome. (:

Marty Marten. Adorable, huh?

Anyways, Dustfinger is my favorite character. He goes straight to my heart. And he has a furry marten called Gwin. I love characters with nice pets. Gwin is such an adorable name, no? I love how his character is so nimble, resourceful, has a little temper, is not particularly handsome but still good-looking to me, compassionate yet afraid of death. For those reading it too, let me tell you: he makes up for his betrayal later on in the story.

I still don't like Meggie though. Mo - the name itself makes me shudder but thank God for Brendan Fraser - is a protective dad who wants the best for his daughter but which dad doesn't want that for their children??? My mind wanders off. Elinor is.. such a talkative but charming elderly lady.

Ah, I am, once again, in love with fictional characters. Some might think that I'm crazy but I assure you, there is nothing wrong with dreaming of fictional characters. Especially ones who do incredible stuff like playing and taming fire.

I can't wait to get my hands on the sequels. Please don't let Dustfinger die. I'd die if he died. To me, the story dies along with the character. So don't kill Dustfinger off.

AHAHA. OMG. I JUST RUINED MY WHOLE SUSPENSE. I hate surprises, by the way. Dustfinger did NOT die. Rejoice and good for you, Cornelia Funke. She is one amazing writer even if she is German. Many of the greatest writers aren't necessarily people who write in English or however you put it..

But those sequels will have to wait as I am not done with the first one yet.

Hint, hint. Mom, can we get all three books? Maybe then you can read them to me like Mo. (: I'm telling you, if it's one other person who can make a story come alive by reading those words, it's my mom.

You might not have seen, but I withheld tears at the end of the movie. Yes, I'm that good at hiding and keeping those salty droplets from falling.

Oh great, just great. Now I want a matchstick-eater, fire-dancer/eater of my own.

Sometimes the fantasy world is so much more interesting.

"Do you think she likes it there?" - Meggie about her mom in the Inkworld.

Nowadays I've been slipping off into my own fantasy, forgetting all about everything that is happening around me. Most of the time and more than thrice, at sxxxxxx, my friend has to snap her fingers in front of my face to startle me out of my faraway thoughts.

How good it is to be loved.

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The scent of the strawberry hand wash is making me mad with frustration. It reminds me of something but I can't place my finger on it so I keep sniffing at my hand.

Dang...

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My leprechaun and my bespectacled friend.

Adam, who made me cry in that episode of CSI:NY; and Danny, who is such a sweetheart to Linds.

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Who knew that guys shopping could be so hot? I certainly didn't till I saw this and a certain Senor Wheeler.

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Dying to watch: Crank 2.

Jason Statham!

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It's only during the exams when wonderful things start to come up and lure me away from my priorities.

That's bad.

Self control.

A test to see if I'm able to drag myself away from those 'evils'.

Sigh. No one told me life would be so challenging.

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Other than this, the world seems normal to me.

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"What do you want to do next time?"

"I don't know, journalism."

It just rolled off my tongue so easily. Like I meant to say it. Like I'd always been saying it. Am I really going into that field? The mind spins and boggles.

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Listening to When You're Gone - Bryan Adams.

Cuh-nadian - Sebastien.

And you know how much I love those Canadians.

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PIERRE BOUVIER'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW.

Happy birthday, Enrique Iglesias!

I am constantly updated by Cheez who actually bothers to read the news. Sadists.

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I kinda always tend to get annoyed when I see your lovesick face and hear your lovesick voice. GAG ME.

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The courage to show, to letting you know, I've never felt so much love before and once again I'm thinking about taking the easy way out.

How will I know, if I let you go?