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Hmm, It's been a while since I've written a DW, and anyhow, it's only the second one.
And did you know, you're probably reading this at the other side of the globe where I am right now, as I'm writing this DW.
I am in KOREA. This is very new to me, a billion "First"s to add, and a billion "Never"s to erase.
First...
Airplane ride
Lone Airplane Ride
In Korea
Out of the US
Travelling Alone
Having a suitcase
Seeing Korean Money
;DDDD


You do not know how amazing it is, and how faint it is to be in Korea. And how it's still same land, solid land, so it doesn't feel any different, only that there are Korean people everywhere, and yeah, there's no difference. I expected something big, I don't know what, something that would make Korea much better and cooler than America, the way I dreamed it to be, but it's same old land. No magical unicorn or mysterious wizards.
But I just like it, just knowing it's Korea. Pretty hard to imagine I'm not in America. At all. It feels the same! Geez, I probably think our house is next door.
It's sort of scary, how... same... it feels.
But I hope there's much more to see out of Korea. So this is day 1 in Korea, DW2.
This is Celine the reporter speaking, Thank You for reading LoVe, ReAd, wRiTe! DW writings!
(PAHAHHAAHHA)
AM 10:37 Pyongtaek, Korea. July 29, 2011.

So I am extremely surprised at this sudden advance not only in design, but in convenience and up-to-date-ness of blogger. Again, I shall say--Blogger fails to fail me once more.
Actually it's the first time I've said that.

Anyway, here comes the idea of a DW. DW is an abbreviation for Daily Writing, meaning I write every day, literally. It's part of my Summer WorkBook plan. Of course, I wrote daily in my notebook. In fact, I had five sections in the notebook  (It's the sort with the folder/dividers to make five sections). The first section for DW, the second for Summer Study Books, the third for Geometry Notes, the fourth for Geometry problems, and the fifth, you can name whatever, but the truth lies beneath nothing.

Anyhow, I changed the first section to essay-writing, and the DW will be transferred to here, this blog. It will be filed under the label "Daily Writing", and I greatfully respect blogger because of their sudden convenience in making new labels without publishing it then naming it.

It feels very high tech, yet it seems to be missing the coziness of the previous blogger, with the two layers of tabs and multiple links.

So here is today's DW. Quite bloggy, and shortly thereafter I shall change the mood of a bloggy DW to a writey DW. Anyhow, here I am, writing in a public blog, which is, wherefore, I am not revealing much personal or of the sort information.

Anyhow, my Emsred story is quite well planned out, and in fact, I am working on it very well.
The progress of the actual plan, however, is not, and in fact, I fear I must be failing myself and any of those who truly follow this blog (which I regard as none). Therefore, this is just failing myself, but yet I'm not so happy even if I'm just failing myself, because as it is only one and just me whom I am failing, the importance is that I am failing at all. Therefore, I must quicken my pace or at least modify it (which would be wimping out), so I shall just quicken my pace.

I honestly think Emsred was quite a fit name, because it sounds like Emerald; green, bright, shining, inspiring, wondorous, yet brave but beautiful emerald. The 'red' part was not included because of the color, but I dunno.
I started out with Emerald, and then the name just sort of came to my mind, and then I knew. I knew I had found The Name, and that Emsred was just fit for it. Nothing further said about it.
And then the Grendall. My brother says that Grendall was in Lord of the Rings, but when you think of it, my brother only has seen three minutes in the middle of the Lord of the Rings movie while surfing the TV (and not the web) in Delaware when we were bored, so I don't really trust him. Yet, I sort of do (which is highly irregular), because Grendall did feel like a name I had also heard during that three minutes of intense Lord of the Rings movie. But it also felt like the perfect name for Grendall, an old, wise, yet kind man who helps Emsred.
Although I had never read Lord of the Rings before, I wanted it to be slightly the mood of Lord of the Rings. And honestly, I know nothing besides the fact that there is a hobbit, an old man, and that it's fantasy. No lie.
But for some faint reason, I sort of pretended to myself that Emsred was like Lord of the Rings. Emsred was like that whoever-it-was that I saw in the movie, probably the main character, hobbit, and that Grendall was like that old man whoever-it-was who died for the group of whoever-they-were, and that the story would be like whatever-it's-like. Honestly, I have no clue why it has anything to do with Lord of the Rings besides the fact that they're both fantasy.
Perhaps those three minutes, those three intense minutes that I watched ever so intense-fully, had inspired me to write Emsred. In fact, I actually like Lord of the Rings. A lot. Imean,
I never read it before, heard of only the first book--The Hobbit, from school, and that's all. I didn't like it before, because I didn't like dragon-fantasy books, (Harry Potter doesn't count, it's not dragon-fantasy. You have to be me to understand) and Lord of the Rings sounded very much like one of those fancy dragon-fantasy books.

Right now is very late, and my brother is bugging me about a bug on the wall (HAH. get it?), so I will go to sleep.
I must resume writing my "Emsred and the Order of Death" story tomorrow. I drastically changed the plot and characters, so I am in a slight cloud of confusion. If only...
it'll clear away, as a mist slowly gathers away from the beautiful landscape.

Until then,
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This is a very peculiar book, because it's about outside-world things like the fourth and fifth dimension. It requires a lot of thinking and time to think, so I, on one hand, have to read much slower than I usually do.
This is about a Dark Thing that is covering the Earth, which endangers those who live within it, and this Dark Thing is evil--hatred, accusations, hate, murder, treachery, betrayal, whatever that is Evil, that is bad.
The main charater, who's name is Meg, has a brother named Charles Wallace who has extreme understanding skills, and can almost read minds (I'm not sure whether it's actually directly reading the mind or just simply understanding very well), and Calvin, who is able to go into the mind and understand very well.
They must find their father, who is fighting the Dark Thing. Her father had been studying the art of Tesseration, or Tessering, or going into a Tesseract. To tesser is to go from one place to another by simply wrinkling what is in between. For example, if you take a string and hold one end with one hand and the other end with the other hand, and put an ant on one hand and make it go to the other, it would be a long distance to get to the other hand by going on the string. But if you simply wrinkled the space in between the two hands, the two start and endpoints, by puttting your hands together; folding the string, the ant will be at its destination in just one step. That is the act of tesseration, going on a tesseratct, of tessering. Now, you can do this with time and space, and Meg and Charles Wallace (siblings)'s father had done. He had landed not on Mars (which was his intended destination), but on Camazotz, a planet that had given in to the Dark Thing, and had let itself fall under the Dark Thing's rule, whom they called IT. IT had a strict pulse that if you didn't conventrate away from it, your heart would beat to that pulse, everything would beat to that pulse, and everyone would be doing the same thing in the same rhythm all similarly.It's really creepy, how it's written in the book, and right now you're probably wondering how doing the same thing can be creepy, but you have to read the book to know, just so you know. Anyhow, Charles Wallace, Meg, and Calvin tesser with the thre Ms. W's (Ms. Whatsit, Ms. Who, Ms. Which) to different worlds and finally, to Camazotz, where her father is. Chalres Wallace, in his arrogance and pride and effort to try to read the mind of a person of IT, falls into the hands of IT, and becomes like the people of Camazotz, hypnotized (in the most vaguest expression) and beating to the pulse of IT. Charles Wallace becomes not himself, but who IT orders him to be, and Meg and Calvin must try to get Charles Wallace back to himself as well as find his father.
Which they do find his father, only he doesn't understand that Charles Wallace has changed into under the force of IT, and which her father continues to treat Charles Wallace like he is Charles Wallace and not Charles Wallace Under the Order of IT.
And they actually go to IT, which is a oversized human brain that beats an irresistible beat that if you don't concentrate away from it, or relax for a moment, you go under it's beat and force. you have to not listen to it,think of other things, not give in.
That's as far as I got in the book.

L'engle, Madeleine. A Wrinkle in Time.
(forgot how to do the citation).