imma on page 638 now, and seriously, it's so intense that imma surprise i haven't die of heart attack yet.

a very very favorite character of mine died. i just need to take a break from the 7 hours i'd put in the book and just cried. literally cried. not as much as dumblerdore, but i cried.

i will talk about the book more when i finished it, but imma so worried everytime i flip the page and someone might die. OMG. this book is so fuckin intense.

let me just say, 7th is brilliant. fuckin brilliant.


***

its 10pm and i'd finished the book.

technically speakin, i finished the 7th book in 7 hour, since i took breaks in between [seriously, it's too intense, eu just GOTTA take a break from it before eu turn crazy] and spazz like hell to alot of people.

7th is brilliant. from the very start, till the very end.

i seriously gasped in between pages, cryin out loud and went, OH MY GOD. there's alot of serious ohmygod moments for me, and as i closed the book, i finally realized my life with awaitin harry potter is finished.

i sound so much like an otaku as george said, but seriously i dun mind. i'd been on the whole potter chase for 7 years.

7 years; 7th book; 7 hours to finish.

seriously, anyone who tries to argue that 7 is not my lucky number ought to be shot.

i feel really weird, sayin goodbye to a fictional character that had been with me for 7 years. i still vividly remember the first time i ever came across harry potter - nicole lent me her copy, and that's it.

every year, as i wait for the book to come out, and every year, i have a marathon of readin harry potter on the day of its release, without fail, for the last 5 books.

i remember the times where i hafta re read each and every single book before the next one comes out, so i can refresh my memory a lil; where i was so xcited for the movies, and ended up fumin at almost every single detail [with the color of hermonie's dress color as the most outrageous one]; where i forgot lunchs and dinners, parties and boozes, just to finish the book; where i took it wherever i go - toilet, bus, walkin; where my eyes glued on somethin for so long it hurts and i still can't stop readin...

there's alot of memories harry potter had given me. imma really sorry it had come to an end, but imma not sorry for the times i'd spent on him. it's a literature of a century, and i pity those who never got involved with the waitin and xpectin.

goodbye harry, even though we still have the movies to catch, and i can always re read the book, we know it's never gonna be the same again.

so, goodbye.

thanks for the 7 years of fuckin brilliant magic.

xoxo.




p.s> i know i COMPLETELY sound like a geek, dedicatin ONE WHOLE POST to a fictional character, but seriously, he's worth every single bit.

*mwahs @ 2:46 PM