HP7 on EP

Our company, ePerformax is having a special screening of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part1 tonight in Glorietta. Team Recruitment just finished distributing the invites and it’s obvious in every employee’s face that they are excited to see HP7.

I can’t wait to see it!!!!!!!! I expect it’s going to make me cry like a baby ‘coz this is the book where Dobby dies. Waaaaaahhhh!

I don’t know if Dobby’s death is in Part 1, but I do know for sure that I’d want our company to hold another screening when Part 2 comes out!

I love you, TDH! Thanks for this magical treat for us Muggles! We’re glad the CC and BPO Sorting Hat placed us in the House of Emax! :p

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listening to: a song Boss Vincci is playing… sorta sounds like Savage Garden

Expelliarmus!

EC: Margaux just had the funniest dream. Bwahahaha. I still can’t get over it.
Julie: What did she dream about?
EC: That she was accepted in Hogwarts, and that the Sorting Hat placed her in the fifth house.
Julie: Fifth? Wait, there are only four houses. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff…
EC: She dreamt that she’s in Tinky-Winky!
Julie: Tinky-Winky ampotah. Bwahahahahahahahaha!

That’s pretty much the conversation I heard 8 years ago that got me reading the Harry Potter series. I got tired of hearing my barkada talk about fictional names and places that I had zero inkling of. I wanted to join the trivial fun of house wars and spell casting.

I went to National Bookstore in ATC and bought books 1 and 2, Harry Potter and Philosopher’s Stone and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I finished the book in less than 24 hours. After a week, my Tita Vina sent me hardbound copies of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, books 3 and 4. Needless to say, there was a phase in my life that I was Harry Potter-obsessed. A phase when I had to first say Lumos! before I switched the light on, called every smartypants Hermione, and muttered Aveda Kedevra! when I came across exes.

My besty Donnie made up silly (unsuccessful) rumors that he’s the real author, not JK Rowling. He told me JK stands for JoKla, a substandard manipedi homosexual who stole his idea. JK phoned one night and Donnie told him he’s writing a story called Harry Puta. Because JK’s phone was analog, the signal was crappy and he asked in confusion, “What Donnie? Har-ry Pot-tah?”

“JK, you’re an idiot. It’s Harry Puta. Pu-ta.”

“Oh, Ha-ry Pot-tah. Harry Pot-tah!”

Yes, yes. The series was the source of my joy and laughter. I was passionately absorbed. I wanted to kill the Dursleys especially horse-faced Aunt Petunia. I wanted to go to Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley. I wanted to befriend Hagrid so that I could try to tame a hipogriff and teach Fang some tricks. I loved Albus Dumbledore and his nondirect words of wisdom. I adored Cedric Diggory and I shed a tear when he was murdered by Voldemort in book 4.

And.I.Loathed.Cho.Chang. I think it was because of her that I stopped reading. I just felt she wasn’t right for Harry. Imagine my absolute disgust when I heard Heart Evangelista was selected to play Cho in the film.

It was only last week when I decided to read the last three books. See, when I was stuck in Morong I couldn’t watch the telly because of the power failure and I couldn’t go out because of the typhoon. I read book 3 again and the Hogwarts magic came alive once more. When I went back to Manila, I downloaded ebooks of the last 3 and finished reading in less than 3 days.

My eyes still hurt.

So there.

Haha, I really only wanted to share that my eyes are giving me discomfort again. I just couldn’t resist sharing the Tinky-Winky and JoKla stories as well.

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listening to: The Wombats – Bleeding Love

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