contrary to what the bookshop encik and macik thought, and what i led my mother to believe, i did not actually get drenched in the rain last saturday because i was so eager to collect my pre-ordered copy of harry potter and the deathly hallows. i mean, i did get drenched as a result of my quest to collect it, but that wasn't the real reason. (before i go on, let me state for the record that i bought it for $43 from the NUS co-op. perks of being a university student, neh neh! paying $5 more at borders for the snowy owl doesn't count. oh well, but hedwig did die, suppose that would've been a nice way of remembering all she's been to harry.)
nope, i'd tumbled out of bed with one thought in my mind: HARRY POTTER 7'S BEING RELEASED TODAY! IM GOING TO FIND OUT WHY DUMBLEDORE TRUSTED SNAPE! AMONG OTHER THINGS! (pardon the lack of the apostrophe, i think the way i sms which means my punctuation leaves much to be desired), changed out of the t-shirt i wore to sleep (though i wore the same shorts), brushed my teeth, gave my hair a perfunctory brush, and charged out of the house.
you will note that there is no mention of my having had any breakfast.
anyhow, 151 took an eternity to arrive so i decided to take 154 and change to 96 (the wonders of having a bus pass).
but my stomach protested at not having anything to eat until i'd collected the book and gone home so i decided to get off at clementi interchange. where i had ming chiang kueh and soyabean milk from a nameless stall. although it was probably the AH GU brand because they gave me a bag emblazoned with the words AH GU.
i'm so clever right.
the ming chiang kueh was pretty good! the skin could have been softer, but i liked the filling. and there was a generous amount of it.
i didn't realise that 96 didn't go to clementi interchange so i had to walk three bus-stops to catch it and on the way there it started raining heavily.
so that's why i got drenched la. not because i was DYING DYING to read harry potter - no, i was only DYING to read it, see? one dying. it was the call of my stomach that couldn't be ignored.
that being said, harry potter 7 was extremely satisfying. my mother picked up today's life! and tsktsked at how there was a massive spoiler on the front (yes, harry doesn't die) and she said people who haven't read the book will be really pissed off. i gave her one of my best dude you've got to be joking looks (learnt from jon the master himself, no less) and said, "ALL die-hard fans would have finished reading it by now, ok?"
seriously. i left jasmine's party pretty early saturday night on the pretext that i had to prepare bible sharing for sunday but i ended up reading. i finished the book at 330 a.m., smsed jon to tell him i'd probably pay for it in church but oh, it was worth it. although i had to wake up barely three hours later at 6.
the epilouge at the end of the deathly hallows was to the series what the road to avonlea was to the anne series: reassurance of what you know would've happened had they been real characters, what you'd have imagined for them yourself. but it's always so much nicer to read it. make you more sure, somehow.
and for those of you who read caleb's comment in the papers about how it was too complicated, i have just this to say (alright, it's my mother's comment haha): dude! you're a lit student! couldn't you see that she HAD to introduce the hallows to heighten the triumph of good over evil? to bring home the point about how our choices make us who we are? it was hallows vs horcruxes the whole way.
sorry, i just had to prove my point, since i didn't get interviewed by the straits times hurhur.
quentin i don't see the point of your blog and i had to download additional plug-ins to see it. where is the comment board dude? and what a phrase to caption a photo with - "bye bye adele welcome back ian" (: but it's kinda true. still i think he's only free tuesday nights still. shall we plan him a farewell gathering?
i'm afraid of taking showers. abraisions you get from running never seem to hurt until water touches them.
ouch.
nope, i'd tumbled out of bed with one thought in my mind: HARRY POTTER 7'S BEING RELEASED TODAY! IM GOING TO FIND OUT WHY DUMBLEDORE TRUSTED SNAPE! AMONG OTHER THINGS! (pardon the lack of the apostrophe, i think the way i sms which means my punctuation leaves much to be desired), changed out of the t-shirt i wore to sleep (though i wore the same shorts), brushed my teeth, gave my hair a perfunctory brush, and charged out of the house.
you will note that there is no mention of my having had any breakfast.
anyhow, 151 took an eternity to arrive so i decided to take 154 and change to 96 (the wonders of having a bus pass).
but my stomach protested at not having anything to eat until i'd collected the book and gone home so i decided to get off at clementi interchange. where i had ming chiang kueh and soyabean milk from a nameless stall. although it was probably the AH GU brand because they gave me a bag emblazoned with the words AH GU.
i'm so clever right.
the ming chiang kueh was pretty good! the skin could have been softer, but i liked the filling. and there was a generous amount of it.
i didn't realise that 96 didn't go to clementi interchange so i had to walk three bus-stops to catch it and on the way there it started raining heavily.
so that's why i got drenched la. not because i was DYING DYING to read harry potter - no, i was only DYING to read it, see? one dying. it was the call of my stomach that couldn't be ignored.
that being said, harry potter 7 was extremely satisfying. my mother picked up today's life! and tsktsked at how there was a massive spoiler on the front (yes, harry doesn't die) and she said people who haven't read the book will be really pissed off. i gave her one of my best dude you've got to be joking looks (learnt from jon the master himself, no less) and said, "ALL die-hard fans would have finished reading it by now, ok?"
seriously. i left jasmine's party pretty early saturday night on the pretext that i had to prepare bible sharing for sunday but i ended up reading. i finished the book at 330 a.m., smsed jon to tell him i'd probably pay for it in church but oh, it was worth it. although i had to wake up barely three hours later at 6.
the epilouge at the end of the deathly hallows was to the series what the road to avonlea was to the anne series: reassurance of what you know would've happened had they been real characters, what you'd have imagined for them yourself. but it's always so much nicer to read it. make you more sure, somehow.
and for those of you who read caleb's comment in the papers about how it was too complicated, i have just this to say (alright, it's my mother's comment haha): dude! you're a lit student! couldn't you see that she HAD to introduce the hallows to heighten the triumph of good over evil? to bring home the point about how our choices make us who we are? it was hallows vs horcruxes the whole way.
sorry, i just had to prove my point, since i didn't get interviewed by the straits times hurhur.
quentin i don't see the point of your blog and i had to download additional plug-ins to see it. where is the comment board dude? and what a phrase to caption a photo with - "bye bye adele welcome back ian" (: but it's kinda true. still i think he's only free tuesday nights still. shall we plan him a farewell gathering?
i'm afraid of taking showers. abraisions you get from running never seem to hurt until water touches them.
ouch.
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whhaat is quens blog address anyhow? haha im too bored and lonely.
dele
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