potter start. potter end.

I was studying yesterday. It seems to have become a norm already. I mean, I used to spend my weekends doing marathon TV-watching show after show- but nowadays, I'm doing marathon revision.
I am not too sure about the rest, but I'm already feeling the pressure of Prelim2. It's a bit too soon but frankly, take a peek at your calender. It's not really.
I'm kinda sick and tired of those hypocrites who say they don't study and miraculously ace their tests. Come on, no one is gonna call you a geek or nerd or bookworm or elmo for studying so intently. Besides, there is nothing wrong proclaiming that instead of spending time shopping and all, you are at home reading up notes. It makes studying and doing revision sound so taboo or unglamorous.

I got mum to go purchase the potter book yesterday. And I already felt its weight when she laid it on my table.
Other than the obvious fact that it is almost brick size- try dropping it on your toe and check how high you can jump- I just couldn't draw my eyes off it. It's like some really pretty girl just walked past you and you just let your eyes float in her direction. Eye candy.
So my attention span started to dwindle. It wasn't so obvious at first. It was a gradual thing, but no doubt had its effects. My mathematic equations started to go haywire. And in the end, I got so fed up that I just rested my pen and picked up the book.
Addiction begins.
I started reading at around 9. I ended at 1.30am. I could had gone way into the night- it seems all so much more enjoyable to read at night- but since I wanted to jog the coming morning, I switched off the light and bade Voldermort good night. For now.
The morning greeted me with a thunderstorm. But since I was determined to jog, I decided to sit it out. When the rain finally abated, I hurriedly put on my shoes and got myself downstairs.
I took my first step when a streak of lightning tore the sky, followed by the usual rumbling. I cursed and went up stairs.
I found it amazing that I still had that in me to actually fall asleep. So I slept and woke up at 10. Extra 4 hours of sleep, I'll be damned if I were to complain.
So I had my breakfast and picked up Potter again. I finally finished the novel around 5pm. All in all, it took me about 8-10 hours to finish the 600 page monster. But I'm not done with it yet. I will read it again. =)

I don't intend to spill the beans as to who died and and who didn't. But really, all those speculations about this person and that person by the supposedly "Potter know it alls", there is more than meets the eye. Although I will give you the credit, Snape is good. But he was good for an agenda and if not for that person, Harry Potter would have been mincemeat a long long time ago.
To end things, I think the entire HP series is trying to say: Love triumphs all.