Sun (22/06/03)

i got myself a copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix yesterday

i stayed up till 3.30am, miffed that i haven't reached even the half-way mark, then decided that i couldn't stand it any more and rationalised that i probably won't register the news properly since i'm already so darned tired

i scanned the pages to find out which character died in the book

it must be the aftereffects of reading methylorange's weblog. all i could think about is how strange it will appear to him that i am now aching for Harry Potter, a mere character in a children's book (and some would argue, not a very memorable or outstanding character in fact) but that i have usually scarcely cared about my grades. (paramount to securing one's future and dignity and superiority, as gleaned from the pages of his weblog)

it's approaching 12pm now and i haven't asserted my rights as a buyer yet to my brother who is hogging the book. i don't feel particularly anxious to finish the book now. now that i know who died, i dread to find out HOW he died

i guess Harry being this conflicted and tormented guy is precisely the reason why i feel for and root for him so much but i still wish J.K.Rowling had been kinder to him

oh well, now to assert my rights as a buyer...