Harry Potter RULES!!!

Last Friday (I am in Malaysia, so we have the privilige to watch it one day early. SCORE!!!) I watched Harry Potter. I was alone, being jobless and my parents are not. A little apprehensive, I approached the ticket stand and bought one ticket.

When the time came, I entered, still apprehensive, the theatre. When the lights were turned out, the movie began. And I was transfixed on my seat for the entire breadth of the movie.

It was brilliant, to put it in a word. The magic is definitely in this movie this time. The ride inside the portkey, the quiddicth world cup, even the school has more screen time than most of its actors. And I simply cannot take my eyes of Madame Olympe Maxime. Is she really that tall?!

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But the icing on the cake had to be Harry's confrontation with Voldemort(e?). It was beautiful, magical, terrifying and touching at the same time. Mr. Fiennes is the Voldemort(e?). Right down to his beautiful/terrifying hands.

I still haven't recovered from the movie, and still thinking of it...

Death and Consequences

My nephew died last Sunday. Apparently, the poison was too strong for him, and he relinquished life. But he did not simply fall down and die. From what I heard, he was up and about. He walked around, fooled about, even splashed the men who gathered in front of his house with water. Typical of him.

But when dawn came, he told his mother to 'prepare my clothes; they're coming to take me away.' Whoever they were, they came on time, and he died as the sun rose.

It might be that he knew he was dying, that there was no more within him that can help him heal, that his attitude became almost erratic. He spoke and fooled with people; even ate foods. I don't know what he was thinking when they came, but one thing was certain: he went down fighting to the last.

Amen.