Tom Marvolo Riddle

tom marvolo riddle - i am lord voldemort.

the first time i grabbed hold of HP & The Deathly Hallow was on the actual day of release in 2007. knowing that it was the series' last book ever, i gave it a slow and 舍不得 read (didn't want to finish it too soon). after that, i chucked it in my cupboard of books and i never touched it again.

last week i picked up the book again, after watching the premier of HP & The Half Blood Prince. and i finally remembered why i never desired to even look at the book again after reading it in 2007. because i didn't want to run through the series of deaths once more. that was the darkest book of all (even though to me it wasn't enough), with deaths of characters whom i adored, including severus snape and my crush since the 1st book, george weasley. i remembered the 1st time i cried while reading this book was during the death of dobby the house elf. i don't know why. i didn't even feel so sorry when dumbledore or madeye moody passed on.

i am now at the initial part of the book where the 3 good friends are lodging at the Order's ex-hideout, grimmauld place, hiding from Voldermort. and honestly, i don't remember a lot of events in this book since it was read only once, 3 years ago. i feel that this book was dedicated for Voldermort rather than HP. of his dark arts in splitting his soul into 7 different horcruxes and killing many in the process of it. of his hungry ambition to gain absolute power in the entire wizarding world and his twisted desire to kill all muggle-borns, despite the fact that he was ironically a half-blood, of the fear that he instilled in the death eaters and also the readers. this book could be darker if not for the fact that it afterall started as just a children's story book.

ii feel that it could have ended the rightful manner (my own selfish opinion) where HP should die, with him being one of the Horcruxes that Voldermort hid part of his split soul in. instead the book ended the most expected and "pleasing" way - the happily ever after crap, feeding the fans' thirst.

afterall, heroes don't always survive in our real world, do they?

let's start from here

my fingers stroked the bumpy bind of my notebook over and over. the bind ticked like the sound of a little sewing machine. the repetitive tone calmed. i held a blant 2B pencil (i only write with 2B), and i closed my eyes, waiting for something to write. my tongue tickled the roof of my mouth and the page is still empty.

i bit my lips and drew instead.

the racing heart

fingers trembled

of breaking sweat

the eyes stung

when i watch my mum laugh like she was about to pee

when my dad slaps my bum even though i'm already 30

when i bicker with my parents and crack them up

my heart would go i love u with a smily face.

the being.

beneath the earthly flesh

lies the intangible ghost

the soul of life, the spirit of being

that the body contains

that a human completes

where does the soul go

when the carcass sprawl?

where does the spirit float to

when the mortal life cease?

is there life after death?