Waving Goodbye To My Childhood Part 2

Goodness!! I couldn't believe my pretty dark brown- close- to- black eyes that I could also blog at the office! Yee hah! This saves me from the pits of Morpheus' tempting whispers of slumber. Anyways, let me continue with what happened during and after Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows P.I.

So I was able to book myself a ticket and went inside the cinemas with a big pack of Nova in my left hand and a Grande Tripple Espresso Add Affogato Dark Mocha Frappucino on the other. It was a bit funny though that I had my ears plugged with Dashboard Confessional's new album and had my head in mp3 mode with Belle of the Boulevard and I was inside the cinemas at that, oblivious of the old man who sat behind me and an old supervisor who sat at the very back whom I later noticed after the curtains closed. After 3 minutes of banging my head in the air in the dark, trailers started to zoom in right in front of me (zoomed in because I selected a seat where it's just 3 rows apart from the big screen) and so I decided to stop the music and tune in to what the future has to offer in big screens. Gulliver's Travels is much anticipated as long as Tangled. Narnia is a bit too tiring to watch, especially with the long, long, long, long volumes. And Afterlife is wee bit interesting.

And so the trailers started to present what's next in the future of cinematography *ahaha!for the lack of words!* and after that, that familiar tune... Hearing it sends me goosebumps. Hearing it makes me want to hum it for a lullaby while my sleepless arm would painstakingly mix kalamay *which I would like to imagine as potion* on an extravagantly big cauldron. Hearing it is nostalgia of my childhood and how it felt the first time I read the book and stepped inside the cinemas when it first launched in the movies. I still couldn't forget the time when I was too shy to borrow a tape (note: it's not a cd! CD's don't exist in my impoverished world that time) a classmate bought which is a compilation of the movie's soundtrack. I remembered bringing a walkman in school so that I could put on the tape and plug my ears with Harry Potter's World and A Trip to Diagon Alley. That time, my mother never bought me the tape because I wasn't doing good at school. It was my dark age period.

It never fails that everytime we watch Harry Potter, the whole family would be there to watch it too. We've watched it till Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. That time, it was me, mom, and dad who watched it right after the mall opens for the day. My sister was at school that time but we managed to watch it again. This time, it's with my sister. Harry Potter has been a family tradition.

And this time, as the infamous sequel is ending, we watched it together simultaneously. Me, alone in the cinema at WalterMart in Makati and them in the cinemas of SM Davao.

I was quiet and observant through the whole film. It was like watching an episode of your childhood slowly dying. As usual, it was far different from what I've read. I don't even remember Ginny asking Harry to help her zip up and kissing her afterwards. Although the part where the Fred, or was it George?, caught them red-handed was better than Ron catching them in the book. I also scringed in the scene where Harry and Hermione were kissing butt naked as shown by the horcrux to Wonwon. It was like child abuse for me since I am used to seeing them as kids. It's really hard to give those memories up. Overall, the movie was as dark as I've expected it to be. Yates improved and I think he learned his lesson well with the Half-Blood Prince of Twilight thingy movie. Helena Bonham-Carter is still my favorite. And dobby's death was as tragic as the book. It was de ja vouz. I read Dobby's death two years ago and cried and whined at my boyfriend over the phone because of that and now, I did the same thing. This time, it's with my fiance. Everything has drastically changed. But I still can't say that "All is Well"

Waving Goodbye To Childhood part 1

Garamond has always been the official Harry Potter font in all of the Harry Potter series. I would like to do this in that font however it's not being supplied in this blog. November 18 was the date when the first part of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows would be released. November 14 was the premier, I think, here in the Philippines. 

I was one of the few who actually made a countdown for the Harry Potter epidemic until the release date would come. I was planning to watch it on the weekend with my boyfriend instead of watching it on the premier however the Harry Potter disease was everywhere. At the office, I would hear fans and non-fans bragging about the tickets they've booked beforehand. I was the only one who did not book a ticket to think that the whole world knows that Harry Potter is screaming Avada Kedavra on my forehead. Me and my friend, Aggy, took a taxi after shift and I dropped her off at the cinemas because she's one of the non-fan, muggle born people who will be watching the movie. Me, on the other sad hand, went straight home like nothing is happening although on my way home i could hear people talking about the infamous movie. It's like everytime I hear his name, I feel the itch. I finally coped up with the pressure around me and managed to go home like nothing's ever happened. My mantra that time was "It's David Yates! It's David Yates! It would be just like book 6 and the twilight-ish atmosphere and not a dark English movie!!" It was just to put me at ease on a very stormy mental sea trip.

I reached home and I saw my two other housemates,AC and Michi, who were with me when we watched and got disappointed last year with David Yates' book 6. We were those who felt at loss with how the movie turned out. So there they were, sprawled out on the floor watching NCIS. I was presuming that they also have the same DAvid Yates mantra that day since they really can't watch it because of their schedule. So I changed my clothes to the usual tattered Dobby-ish clothes I usually wear when I'm at home and squatted beside them to watch my favorite Abby do her thing in NCIS. We watched silently and I really felt something is wrong. I asked them, "Are you sure we won't be watching it together on its release date?" and they chorused with their sad answers that they have shifts. I asked again if we can still avail the tickets even if it's the same day that we will watch it and they told me ever so negatively that it's already too late. In hopelessness, I asked if it's only the Ayala Malls who had Harry Potter in their movies and they said Yes. And I was through with it! I stood up, went out, walked my way to waltermart hoping against hope and Voila! Harry Potter was there!!! I dashed towards the ticket line, keeping my fingers crossed about getting the reserved seat. The lucky stars must have been with me since I managed to book a ticket and there was nobody beside me on my seat!!! The world must've presumed that the movie was just in all Ayala Malls. My schedule was for 1:50pm so I dropped by at Starbucks with my Dobby-ish clothes, ordered iced coffee and waited for 1:50pm in excitement. That day, for the first time, I watched the first part of the Deathly Hollows alone.

i stole this pic from Airon's Fb..^^v

Priorities

Let me start this blog with a dilemma that I'm having.I just received my 13th month bonus and I had all my budget meant for things like Christmas gifts for my princess nieces, and for my family. Nothing for myself. Until something came along the way. A handsome offer from a handsome guy. I dunno if it is because he had cute chinky eyes or if he was really good at sales that he really had me for it-- to enroll at Fitness First. I was so enthralled with the program that they're offering and I was so gonna grab it that day. I was sweating good and I was having fun and I was really feeling that I'm getting thin. It was something I thought I could have for a Christmas gift to myself but of course, even if the offer was served in a very tempting platter, I still have to reconsider. I can not have it inserted on the budget that I have for Christmas. I never had anything bought for myself and enrolling would really mean something to improve the way I look--not that I'm complaining or that insecurity is building up, Nada! not those pesky emotions made for teenagers-- I just want to be pregnant. I know it would really help.

Sometimes I really wish to be selfish and have all my salary to myself but I think it sounds bad.

This was me before

This is me now that I have to work with!