i close my eyes, and the flashback starts.

so Valerie and I watched Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last Monday at Marbel. It was yet again another Muslim holiday in Tacurong and it was a great thing that Marbel still had their classes. When Val and I went inside, we were the only people there, and the movie hasn't started yet which was cool because I hate watching the beginning of the movie after knowing the end part. Not that I haven't read the book or anything. I honestly thought that just because I read the book before I saw the film, I wouldn't be so affected with the movie. I thought I'd just see it as another fellow reader's interpretation of the book and stuff, but dang. I was wrong. When Harry and Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore arrived at the cave, my eyes started to feel warm. And when Dumbledore made Harry promise to keep Dumbledore drinking, the tears just flowed out of my eyes. Then when Snape said Avara Kedavra, I gasped and I cried like a baby. But when I realized there wasn't gonna be a funeral, I wiped my tears and went all wtf?!. whatever. The movie was so fast paced, Snape didn't even go beserk when he found out that Harry had his potions book. and Hermione didn't even figure out how Snape was the Half-Blood Prince. They took out soo many stuff, but whatever. I loved it. sigh.
My exam scores were pretty good; but I hate having those scores knowing that I just cheated it all off. gtg, I'm gonna go write Rizal's Biography in Tagalog now.