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This post is titled like this because of my obsession for that day. I have been waiting for this day since I don’t know when. Fans like me can tell what I mean of course. Part of me wants that day to come as soon as possible, but the other part dread that day. Why, because that day means the end. The end of a long wait, but also the end of a wonderful journey filled with tears, laughter and blood (not mine)

Well, those of you who still do not know what I am talking about, all I can say is that you probably have lived in Venus or maybe Mars for the past 5-7 years. Yes, of course I am talking about The Boy who Lived.

Non-fans will probably wonder what’s so good this Boy Who Lived or The Chosen One as they call him these days. To me, he is more than just a character, more than just fiction. There is a reason why they call this book one of the best bildungsroman of all times and there is a chance that it will remain so for a long time to come

I am not going to talk about the characters that are so real; you can probably find similar ones in your lives or the twisting plot with unexpected endings or the masterful use of the Chekhov’s Gun (in fact, we are looking for a few right now). No, better and more experienced literature experts have discussed these over and over again and my analysis will neither be as good as them nor as complete.

I just want to explain the simple reason why I will still hold him dear to my heart even for the many years to come. The reason is simply because every time I think about him, I will remember all the good things that have happened to me in the past.

Even until now, I can remember clearly the day I watched the first movie and read the first book. It was Dec 2001, in Padang (this is a city in West Sumatra, my mum’s hometown), I have no idea who is he, I have no idea he is famous (of course… I am a Muggle, what do you expect!). Until I was enlightened by my dear cousin who insisted that we should watch Sorcerer’s Stone. To humour her, I obliged and as they say it, since then, I have never looked back.

The movie was good because the plot was good, although the acting left much to be desired. But, what piqued my curiosity was the magazine’s coverage. For those few weeks, they were in all kinds of publications. So in Jan 2002, while doing my library duty (I was the school librarian), I used the opportunity to reserve the Philosopher’s Stone. It took me just 3 days to finish the book. It was addictive, it was mesmerizing, and it was out-of-this world.

Soon, I realised that I was on the hunt for all of the books, from all kinds of libraries. It was not long before I found Azkaban and tried to read it (I can hear some fans screaming already). Yeap, it did not work. I got through the first chapter and had no idea who Dobby was or why our dear boy received a warning letter.

Then and there, I was converted. If I am going to read them, it has to be in proper order. By a single stroke of luck, Order of Phoenix was to be released in the summer of that year. In anticipation, most bookstores offered HUGE discounts on the earlier books. Oohhhh, I can see it now, Fred and George catcalling from their table. Yaaah, I shouldn’t be tempted by discounts right, I mean I know that they were just some tools employed by marketers. I am an adult, surely I am not that stupid. HA, who am I kidding (this is how the “self-delusional” phrase was coined). Of course I bought them all.

ok…. i am so totally bored at what i am doing now at work, so i decide to give myself a well-deserved break

aniwae, just like the title suggest, i have been pondering about this for quite some times. the reason: meeting rach a few weeks back…

first and foremost, it was great, i had totally forgotten how nice it was to talk to her. the funny thing is, believe it or not, we did exactly the same things as the last time we met (which is last year). the only difference is that we didnt eat lunch at cartel (cuz the one in cine is already closed) and we didnt eat gelato for dessert… everything else was the same…

it was quite surreal because after a year, so many things had happened and yet, there are some things that never change. she is still one of my very good friend and talking to her felt the same (warm as always had been). to find out that we both still like the same things and hold the same principles in life is kind of comforting. i am not too sure how to put it into words, but it just feel good to know that..

but, just like somw things never change, others do.. for example, cartel is no longer cine… oh well, thats kind of superficial, but it helps to illustrate my point. on a deeper sentiment, it was quite sad to know that i dont feature in her life much and vice versa. i mean, we used to spend hours together (in a day!).. we did many things together… (did grayvine, talked abt toad, did grayvine, talked abt exams, did grayvine, talked abt toad).. you get the idea… i used to know what kind of clothes she was thiking of buying or what she was craving to eat… not anymore…

it was also sad to notice that our lives are different now… that i have much less in common with her… we used to have the same goals, the same aspirations but now; she has her plans and i have mine and by the look of it, our paths do not seem to cross… *haiz

oh well… they do once a year (somewhere in MAY)…. so, i guess i will see her again next year, same place (probably same time) and we will probably do the same things again (for all times sake) ;p