Hehe, just read finish Rurouni Kenshin and it has such a nice ending! At least, I'll pretend it does, since I read somewhere on Wiki that Kenshin actually remains a vagabond and comes home every couple years to visit Kaoru, which is totally ridiculous. Well, at least there wasn't a narrative saying that, although it was implied. What is it about me and happy endings? I just adore reading stories with a happy ending in it, even though I know that reality is so far from that. As much as I love a reality-based story, with the protagonist dead it ain't as much fun anymore, haha. I guess I'm just a romantic at heart (Yes, I do have a heart despite popular belief).

I think one of the reasons why happy endings are such good sellers is simply because they defy reality and logic. Sure, we know what life is like but sometimes pretending that life isn't a piece of shit makes life not so crappy. I mean, imagine if you knew that life was this bleak dark place, who on this earth would be able to go on living, right? God, I sound so emotional. But really, I can't seem to stop a smile from appearing on my face simply because of a happy ending.

Speaking of happy endings, does anyone ever realize the entire plot of chick lit is a bunch of crap? Let me summarize it: Boy meets girl, girl falls in love with boy, incident happens that breaks them apart, and love overcomes it all. Ha-ha. You wanna know the ironic thing? It's that in some books, the heroine happens to be a pudge who dreams of landing a hot, gorgeous, intelligent, buffed man who will accept her for who she is. What a load of shit. At the same time, she goes on judging other pudgy men who come after her. Now, maybe I'm being a little bitchy here, but shouldn't she just look in the mirror and do a double-check? I forgot the title, but there was this story about this chick who wanted to be a baker (she's supposed to be this pretty damn good cook or something) and she happens to meet an extremely sexy and yada yada yada dude. Incidentally, she's the size of a whale. They end up happily ever after (with her getting huger by the day).

These books are wrong. Seriously, they give women all around the world hope that maybe they'll land that Prince Charming (who is undoubtedly going to be very un-prince-like.) Which was when I came up with this theory (So maybe it's a little bit old, but who cares?), the authors are women indulging in their own fantasy. Point proven when I found a picture of her (or them) and she happens to be just a little bit fat. Now, I'm not saying there's nothing wrong with being fat, but come on! She's probably dreaming of landing her sexy beach bum, whilst married to a fat, balding man who happens to be boring. All I'm saying is: Stop feeding us females the happy ever after pill, because we'll end up living in delusion.

I am so contradictory, aren't I? First I say I love happy endings, now I say stop it. Hmm... I wonder what this world would be like if every fictional book depicted the world as harsh and cruel. At least then we wouldn't have to give ourselves illusions on stupid things that aren't going to happen.

Yeah, enough of my ranting on about stupid nonsense. Anyway, I'm undergoing a lot of stress this month! First, there is the fact that the magazine is supposed to be launched on the 9th of January, but the adviser hasn't given me any pictures, articles and advertisements. Oh, and I'm also planning a project (which I will withhold from mentioning until it's all confirmed which will be definitely by a few weeks), AS results are coming out on the 19th! And then there's this stupid gala dinner that Shal is guilting me into going. She practically gave me a guilt card and said 'Go to jail if you do not attend'. Ugh.