Make Love Not Horcruxes

You didn't tell me watching movies in 3D is oh-so-spectacular.  Why didn't you?  Why?  It was so lovely--I wanted to grab hold of something every time a flurry of leaves fell, or say Voldermort's disintegrating face rose up in pieces, and even the Dementors' floaty black dress.  And to think 3D has been around since th 1950s.

Sitting there inside the theater, with the unbendable 3D shades that I had to wear on top of my own eyeglasses, I wished all my loved ones would be able to try it out, assuming I can weather the impossibly high collective cost of the whole cinema-going venture.  Guys, let's all watch in 3D and blow some PhP 3,000 all in one sitting.  But anyway.

For the longest time, I've held off trying it out for fear I'd burst a nerve in my eye, considering Avatar is more than two hours long.  After Avatar, which I only saw at a pirated DVD (ha!), there just weren't good 3D-worthy movies left that I wouldn't mind spending P450 on. 

And then Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came.  It didn't occur to me and Edge to watch the first one in 3D, although come to think of it, we should have had.  Anyway, it's probably all for the best that the first ever 3D film I'd see is the last Harry Potter movie.  And now I feel sad because there won't be any more Harry Potter films after this, and I haven't even read a single book!  Which is why Edge kept explaining things to me as the film went on.

Maybe I will start reading the HP series now, if only for that scene where Professor Minerva McGonagall stands up for Harry and fights Snape.  It turns out, Snape was good after all and on their side, but how could have Professor McGonagall known?  (Click the picture to see McGonagall and Snape at it, courtesy of alienhead.tumblr.com)

Anyway, it was a touching moment for me I actually blinked away a tear or two.  Maybe because I've always been a sucker for grandmother figures (i.e. Ursula in One Hundred Years of Solitude.)  And oh, I loved it when she giggled like a schoolgirl, because she's always wanted to use that spell on the stone sentinels of Hogwarts Castle.

BTW, that Neville Longbottom guy has really grown up, and the sexier for it.  Here's a link to a webpage dedicated particularly to Matthew Lewis' amazing metamorphosis.

http://www.scarlet-clarity.net/2010/12/uber-hawt-menz-monday-36-matthew-lewis.html

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After the film, in which I was teary-eyed, both from sadness and from eye strain, me and Edge went to National Bookstore because I need a pen.  Buying a pen is always a headache for me.  I realize the only writing tools in which my penmanship looks good is Pilot's Hitechpoint V5 signpen (PhP 54) and a properly sharpened and slightly used pencil.  I always use the lack of a good pen as an excuse why I don't write on my journal as often as I did in college, when I would mindlessly buy one Pilot signpen after another.

Ballpoint pens don't give my handwriting justice, although now that I don't have much choice as I'm much too stingy nowadays to give in to a uber-expensive signpen, the ballpen will do.

You can tell a lot about a person from what they mindlessly/mindfully write on those scratch pads where you testdrive your prospective ballpens.

This is one side of the paper--busy and tangled--an outpouring of people's minds.  There's nowhere to write so I use the other side.  And this is what I find: Make Love Not Horcruxes.

So that's how you spell it.