Or a jacket or a sweater. Any type of cover-up works. Even when it’s sweltering outside. Actually, especially when it’s sweltering outside. Because that’s when the buses and the office have their air conditioning cranked up (or down?) to freezing temperatures. I always wear a cardigan so that I don’t turn into an icicle while on the ride over from my town to the city and while working at my desk.
The other day, it was particularly cold at the office that I kept my cardigan on the entire time and was relieved when lunch time came around because that meant that I could step outside for a spell. Happiness and warmth washed over me when my tita and I left the chilly and drafty building. I still had my cardigan on, while my tita was complaining about how hot it was that she was already sweating after only a few minutes outdoors. Huh, that’s weird, I mused to myself. I actually thought it was nice and mild, a welcome change from the office. Later that day I found out from my boyfriend that temperatures were around 96 degrees O_O
I am not even kidding you. That’s really how cold it gets here where I’m interning that I think 96 degrees is nice. And mild. While I’m wearing a cardigan. That’s black… What the heck, man.
Always. Whether it’s a book, a newspaper, a magazine, or a workbook. Just always have something to read or to do in case.
When I walked into the office this morning, I was greeted by loud sirens. Several people were scrambling about and speaking to each other in a rather panicked way. I went to my supervisor and he told me that there had been a power outage earlier. On top of that, the servers were overheated. Tragic news: as a banking and trading company, electricity and cool servers are kind of necessary. Because the projects I am working on need to be done on the computer, he told me to just sit tight and wait a while until IT gives the OK. Alright, that’s fine by me, I think to myself. I’ll just hang out. And that’s when I realized that I deliberately left my book at home because I didn’t want to be lugging the heavy volume around in my bag. Man, I picked the wrong day not to bring a book. Stupid me. Ugh.
We have power again. And the computers are up and running now (clearly since I’m on Tumblr haha). But there’s still something up with the servers that is hindering me from doing my job. (And, apparently, my supervisor’s and his colleagues’ jobs; they are so not happy about today’s events.) So, I’m just sitting here, still kicking myself for not bringing my book. I could’ve finished it by now! I mean, I know I could read and do stuff online - which I’ve actually been doing for the past oh what 4+ hours - but one can only read different articles and stare at words on a screen for so long. Sigh. Oh well. At least I’m getting paid :P
I bought tickets early. I counted down the days. I contemplated dressing up but decided against it in the end. I waited in line at the theater to grab seats with my sister, my boyfriend, and my family friend, long before the movie was due to start. Then, as midnight passed, I put those stupid Real-D 3D glasses (not the round ones, unfortunately; those were only given to those who watched the double feature) over my regular glasses and watched two and a half hours of magic unfold before my eyes.
As someone who grew up with the books and has read the series several times, there were parts missing, scenes that could (and should) have been done differently, things that were not as I had imagined them. In short, there were things to complain about, as there almost always is when one’s favorite books are turned into movies. Still, I thought Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 was (in the words of my favorite ginger) bloody brilliant. I teared up, I laughed, I cheered and I clapped along with the rest of the crowd. I found myself at the edge of my seat several times. I’d clutch my sister’s arm tightly during some parts that she would actually swat me away. And I don’t think I ever pulled away from my boyfriend.
Then, all too soon, it was over. I didn’t know how to feel. Hell, I still don’t know how to feel. It’s so incredibly hard to wrap my mind (and my heart) around the fact that it’s done, that there’s nothing more to look forward to. Because I don’t want to believe it. I don’t want to believe my childhood is over. And because I wish so much that this amazing world that J.K. Rowling created was real and that I was a part of it…sigh… I can’t do this right now. I’ll come back later and finish writing when I’ve collected my thoughts and my emotions better. But for now, thank you, J.K. Rowling. Thank you so, so much you have no idea <3