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In case you're wondering about the lack of posts... This journal is semi friends-only. :) Most of my rambling, fangirling moment and fiction posts are friends only.

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REALLY short reviews this time, because I wanted to write them down before I forgot anything but I also wanted to get back to reading asap, so there. :3



Immortal Beloved: Book One, by Cate Tiernan
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Angelfall (Penryn and the End of Days - Book One), by Susan Ee
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Books I Read: Matched, by Ally Condie

So... Matched.

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There are lots of unfinished or unread books on my shelves since I don't really have time or energy to read anything but specialist literature these days, but I had to make time for this book. I just had to. The Raven Boys was first published September 18th, 2012 and is the first of a new four-book series.

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Remembering 9/11

Where were you?


On September 11th, 2001 I was in my first semester at university, and my 20th birthday was 8 days away. It was a clear, beautiful day. I came home around 2 pm, to an empty house, because my dad was still at work and my mum was out running errands. I hugged my 3 month old kitty hello and switched on the TV to zap around while waiting for my mum. There was not much on besides the usual boring afternoon shows, so I started channel surfing and somehow ended up watching CNN, where a perplexed news person was talking while behind them smoke rose from one of the towers of the World Trade Center. They were still speculating whether the plane that had hit the tower was a Cessna or something bigger when I decided to switch to a German channel, to see if I was dreaming this or if there was really something going on. But there he was: now infamous but then rather ordinary news anchor Peter Klöppel (who would later receive two awards for his outstanding reporting on that day), commentating on the live feed they got from CNN, which was playing in the background. So, not a dream then. When I switched back to CNN they were showing live helicopter pictures from the north tower and I remember thinking "This is a big fucking building" just as something darted across the screen and made the south tower vomit flames. There was just one thought in my mind that moment: "I just watched a plane hit the World Trade Center. Live." I began switching back and forth between the German station and CNN - keeping to CNN for the live pictures and RTL for the commentary, because while CNN's reporters were rambling incoherently, Klöppel kept his composure. Just five minutes after the second plane hit the south tower my dad came home, horrified. He had heard the news on the radio while at work and decided to rush home, because he was sure that we were on the edge of a third world war. He refused to watch, though. I remember he took one good look at the burning towers and then disappeard somewhere, while I was left behind with the tv, clutching my cat. I couldn't believe my eyes. CNN was reporting about the rescue teams arriving, interviewing people on the streets, talking to firemen and RTL was discussing ways to get the people out, because there was no way this burning building could be extinguished in the next minutes our hours. People were jumping out the windows. I didn't understand. It felt surreal. Yes, the towers were burning and yes, there were probably hundreds of dead people inside, but no one knew what we were about to witness.
While CNN talked about the rescue operation over live feed of the towers from a helicopter, the south tower collapsed. I still remember this exact moment to this day, because the CNN reporter said things like "I think there was another explosion in the south tower. I can't see the tower, there is too much smoke." while I was yelling, really loud, at the tv "The tower is gone! Can't you see? It's GONE!".
And while I was yelling, I realized for the first time that this was not a bad sci-fi movie. This was real.
I started crying when CNN observed that they had just seen whole troops of firefighters and police men run into the building, minutes before it collapsed. And they kept repeating "We don't know how many people were still inside that tower."
Now the camera was focused on the top of the north tower, which was smoldering in front of an iron blue sky, and my mind was a chaos. I kept thinking stupid things like "How will this change the skyline, with just one tower left?" and "How are they going to extinguish that fire?" while I knew that the north tower would fall, too. There was no doubt in my mind, yet I kept clinging to hope. I didn't want to watch, but I couldn't look away either. There was just this picture on the tv: the burning top of the north tower. And even from my living room I could see the enormous heat on those floors. And all we could do was wait. There was no one coming to get the people from the top of the tower, there was no one coming to extinguish the flames... people were fighting for their lives in that building and all we saw was the shiny facade. That's probably why watching the second tower fall, yet again live on tv, felt so distant. But RTL's NYC correspondent, who was watching ground zero from his appartment, after a moment of horrified speechlessness, brought me back with his words: "There is no more World Trade Center."

I stayed in front of the tv for the rest of the day, and so did Peter Klöppel on RTL, reporting until exhaustion made him stop. And my feelings were mirrored on his face. We all had aged that day. We had been helpless, horrified witnesses to a man-made tragedy, a mass murder, in a place that had always felt invincible.

This whole day has been etched into my memory, and thinking back to it still makes my soul hurt. The wound in the heart of Manhatten has been closed, but there will always be a scar. In all our lives.

My heart goes out to the 2983 victims, the victims' families and friends - and the thousands of people who have died because of long-term effects. May they rest in peace.

We will never forget.

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... Glitter Words


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Glitter Words


*squeeeeeeee*

Nice zodiac sign you got there, guys. Now I know at least one reason why you both rock. ;)





Please continue to be this awesome so that I'll never have to lose my faith in this world.



Extreme Procrastinating

Somehow my creative energy doesn't care about the fact that I actually have betters things to do than spending hours twiddling with Windows Movie Maker. And after my Tatta Hitotsu No Koi marathon this week (this drama, it blew me away) I couldn't help but surrender to its urging and locked myself infront of the computer and the Windows Movie Maker screen until the wee hours of the morning (when WMM decided it desperately needed a break -.-').

I wrestled it down this morning and I'm now able to proudly present to you: Tatta Hitotsu No Koi - A Music Video Tribute. ;)



There's no other way but to love this drama. The soundtrack, the cinematography and of course the cast.. everything about this is just so. damn. pretty. (This video features two songs from the OST: Cool Whispers and the vocal version of Tatta Hitotsu No Koi. Even after listening to them for hours (timing that crap is seriously annoying! :D), they still give me chills. <3)

Books I read: Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater