The story continues!

I'm feeling provoked for one reason: GOF movie. Fleur Delacour looks like a Hogwarts student. She doesn't even have the silvery hair. Speaking of hair, did Harry and Ron decide that Beatles 'dos are in again? Ron looks particularly shaggy. There is nothing in the book that runs along the lines of "His locks were so long, he was forced to tuck them behind his ears."
Now although I still think Jiahan is a nerd for liking Simple Plan, I do thank him for sponsoring my first so-called rock concert. (That is a general term. I call them 'imitation punk rock' myself.) I like the crazy-concert atmosphere, I like bouncing in unison with the crowd, and I like the cute Pug Jelly guitarist. The SP gang are average in the conversing-with-the-crowd thing, their "We are nothing without our fans" and "Y'all lookin' hot tonight" had me making WD/KD comments in my head. However, they sure can dish it when they try. My favourite numbers were the (excellently chosen) covers - The Turtles' Happy Together and The Darkness's I Believe In a Thing Called Love. You know that funny rhythm in the line "No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be"? Nicely done. And all the falsettos in the latter song were wow.
I want to go to more concerts. I also feel blah. Here is why:
a) Mel has vanished update-wise, and I'm both concerned for and frustrated with her. You see, once a month of your life passes by without you saying anything about it, it fades in importance, and then you don't want to talk about it anymore. But it mattered.
b) Jiahan says I can be quite bad-tempered, which makes me worry that I will be naggy and short-fused by the time I'm 30. But then again, this could be simply be a roundabout ploy to make me bend over backwards and be Sweetly Tolerant. Well, it isn't going to work, moron. (Which makes me wonder again how many lurkers actually read this blog.)
c) Transition is coming again, and as I have said many times before - I get so tiresomely (because it always happens) apprehensive. I finish work in about two weeks. I always feel like I am avoiding responsibilities. And daydreams, opinions and interests are merely excuses/contradictions. What use is escapism if you do nothing with what you learn from it? As once noted -

I'm on my way
with dust in my shoes
free of mythology:
send books back to their shelves,
I'm going down into the streets.
I learned about life
from life itself,
love I learned in a single kiss
and could teach no one anything
except that I have lived
with something in common among men,
when fighting with them,
when saying all their say in my song.
- Pablo Neruda, Ode to the Book