Today and yesterday were two days of rejoicing.
There was supposed to be another 3-hour law lecture this afternoon after the morning one but the lecturer finished all the things that we need to know today and so we were freed from our entrapment in the hall. Either she has confidence that we are prepared enough for the finals or that we are just too far gone in the ville of abismal law knowledge that any help would just be too late. I'm hoping that it's the former reason.
After much anticipation and waiting and some moaning, I managed to finally watch the fourth HP book materialize on the big screen yesterday afternoon. Coming away from it, I have only one conclusion to make. I absolutely cannot watch a book-to-movie adaptation without having to point out the slightest mistake or grievances and grimace every time I think something is just not right. It's been that way since LOTR and have not stopped since. Not that there were a whole lot of page-to-screen adaptations being produced but I just seem to manage to spoil the whole experience for myself because of my own fault which is being finicky about the details of what got translated on screen. I simply rob myself of the joy and usual excitement that I normally savour when watching other types of movies. Now, I shudder at the thought of watching future book adaptation movies for fear that I might ruin them myself. This mildly irritating situation totally sucks.
As for the review of the movie, it's still new and fresh so I don't want to spoil anything. Better to watch it yourself than have someone dish the interesting bits out to you. I still don't know if I liked this one better than the third one but it was definitely more intense and just slightly scarier than your usual preteen and adolescent movie fare. Oddly enough, all the stuff in the book that I liked, I didn't like very much in the movie, but the rest of the stuff in the movie that I liked, I didn't enjoy reading about in the book. Just a weird occurrence to me. Some people can't stand or don't generally enjoy listening to people with that awkward British slang and accent but I think I'm starting to like the slang part of it. Yeah, they tend to swear a lot and use lots of offensive language but they just sound so much more profound and weirdly classy.
What I found most missing from the HP books and the movie was the lack of foul language which most British people have a tendency to utter in their daily lives. I'm not encouraging Rowling to insert fuck or bitch into her last book in the series but just that it doesn't have that whole English feel to it. This is by no means a stab as well towards England being this crude and rude country with obscene behaviour but more like an observation. I don't expect the books to contain these profanities any time this century either because even though the characters are growing up, the books are still meant for very impressionable and seemingly innocent children.
The end of the semester feeling has finally hit its high note and me too. It doesn't seem like a real semester at all. More like a crash course in Management and Business Law. Guess that's how a summer semester feels. A bit like summer vacation but not quite it.
I was so close to getting my awaited iPod but it had to be delayed yet again. The U2 iPod is not being sold anymore as production has stopped so I have to turn to the new 30GB one. Went to 1U to check it out but it was sold out, didn't even have a demo to show the actual thing and there's a two-weeks waiting list to get it. Sigh. Postponement this time because of a technicality and not because I was procrastinating or deliberating whether to spend the bulk of my savings this year on that acclaimed player. I feel kind of sad. I suppose anyone would. Any sane music loving person specifically.
Oh, did I mention that my notebook's fixed and well again. My dad brought it home last night and in good working condition with nothing tampered or deleted. The broken hinge is no longer broken and the wireless connection is faster than ever. I'm loving my little notebook more than ever now. It's served me faithfully for more than a year now and I don't feel the need to change it anytime soon. Unless something really unfortunate happen to it then I might make the transition to an iMac or iBook.
I feel strangely liberated from the wired and tangled web of dial-up. It feels wonderful to be back to downloading music any time I want and high-speed web-surfing. If I were made Prime Minister or even just Minister for Communications (if there is such a post), I'd make it almost compulsory for all to connect using wifi and remove all the clutter that is wires in the country. Think of the fast-paceness that businesses, governments, and various and multiple organisations will be able to access and enable greater efficiency in the workplace.
Damn it. I'm beginning to sound like a corporate lemur. Save me from this reality and throw me back to my little own fantasy world of superheroes, magical movies, foodie programs and music played 24/7.
