Sunday, October 23, 2005

You'll never know how it feels until it happens to you.

If you're not a fan of books or hate Harry Potter for some reason then hop to some other blog please, thanks.

So I'm slow, shoot me.
I just finished my long overdue Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince.
Yeah, I guess I was just too busy with my life outside of home. Cut me some slack, mom.
I couldn't sleep cos of all the excitement for tomorrow's trip to Bangkok (WOOHOO! 7.30am at Terminal1!) so I picked up the cobweb-covered book and read it til the end.

Should have known I'd cried. I just couldn't take it.
Been a bit too in touch with my emotions lately.
Laugh, cry.
Sad, cry.
Lost phone, cry.
Angry, cry. (well, they're just anger tears, thats what I call em)
Super happy also must have teary eyes.

Dumbledore died, cry. Cried an Indus River.
The curse was too horrible for a kind wizard and principal (non-existent in this country, however, referring to "principal").
Snape is the ultimate No.1 betrayer in the universe, then Brad Pitt comes 2nd.
(I'm in Team Aniston, obviously)
The funeral was described so vividly and the sense of remorse was so overwhelming that I'm beginning to ponder if Jo Rowling is human. Or witch.

I think those who read books like these are people of compassion.
Unless you read blindly and not feel anything.
I mean, how can a book make you laugh like mad one page then make you swear on another?
Which in turn, make you break your fast. Thats if you read during fasting time and yelled out "NABEI CHIBAI!" when Snape had Harry for detention every Saturday. Cos you're not supposed to swear when fasting.
And then laughed like one hooligan when Ron made sideline jokes or uneccesary comments. He seriosuly reminds me of Zad, looks a lot like him too.

The funeral really made my eyes well up with tears. The songs by the merpeople, the tribute by the centaurs, the sadness and sorrow.
Such perfect words for a perfect story.

If you're not a fan, stop sniggering.

If only you could actually really part your soul by killing others to achieve immortality.
I'm guessing if that's real, everyone in Singapore would have been murderers.
Its so obvious. What with the unhappiness and uncontentedness people easily feel nowadays.
The kiasuness is irreplaceble.
Board a train during peak hours and trust me, you'd know what I mean.
Even I would wanna kill and go to the Dark Side if ever I'm a witch.

But with Dumbledore as guidance, I doubt anyone would do that.

Conflicting isn't it? How views can change in just a sentence?

Its cos he's such a significant character. Dumbledore is.
I seriusly wonder if he would become a ghost or maybe Harry can communicate with him through the living portrait of him in the Headmaster's (now Headmistress) room.

The next book would be the last.
So unless Harry finds the rest of the Horcruxes, I wish (oh how I fucking wish), Voldermort would die.
And just get lost lah. Heart pain sia.
Knowing he was so handsome and gothic when he was Tom Riddle kinda helped a tiny bit.
But no, I'm not shallow and still think he should just go and die.
Please die.

So kids, lets wait for another year or two before the last book comes out in stores and then we'll hear nothing of Potter ever again.
And then, I'll cry. An ocean.



Fall Out Boy songs killed the mood of course.
Lesson learnt: read a book without listening to sexually-incorporated punkrock songs.

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