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Mother, writer and daydreamer. Also chocoholic and chick-flick lover. But mainly mommy. To two boys, at that! When not escorting my Elder One (EO) to karate class, I'm trying to get in as many cuddles as possible from my Younger One (YO). And when not doing either, I'm hard-at-work trying to maintain a steady relationship with my laptop. And as for the Man I Married (MIM), well, let’s just put it this way – even though we share a bedroom, our most meaningful conversations are held over the cell-phone!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Sweet Mornings Are Made of These

So my four-year-old is sitting on my lap, enjoying his morning cuddle. He then suddenly looks at me and in a rush of affection, pinches my cheek and says, "Mamma, you are like a roshogolla; sho shoft." I smile.

Then he pinches his own cheek and says, "I am alsho."

True, dat!


And in other news, I have finally succumbed to the joys of blasting small green pigs on my computer screen, much to the delight of my two little boys. These 'Angry Birds' are some serious shit! Addictive to boot!

But, what I find most entertaining is noting the looks of respect in my young 'uns' eyes grow bigger and bigger with each bruising, blasting and bombardment of green ham and bacon. With each level I cross, their little chests puff out just that much more. Hahaha! Fun!

Friday, July 15, 2011

"The End Is Here"

So are any of you as goose-bumpy with anticipation as I am? Have you booked your tickets? Have you been watching the earlier movies or poring over the books once again so that you go into the darkened theatre ready for the Final Battle?

I'm so excited, I can hardly sit still! There are these bubbles of excitement travelling up and down my throat and I feel tingly all over! I last felt this excited about something when the seventh installment of the book was ready to come out.

My, what a journey it's been. Fourteen years of the books and a decade of the movies. And tonight, I go to bid farewell to the boy wizard who made me wish I was 17 again. Tonight, I prepare to say auf weidersehen to the three musketeers of the wizarding world who made me believe again in magic and fairy tales and friendship ever-lasting.

Is it over? Is it really, really over?

I've been asking myself since the beginning of this week.

And as I sit down with the seventh book once again, to prepare myself for the cinematic spectacle tonight, I see my EO, my seven-year-old boy, settle down next to me with the first book. From the corner of my eye, I watch him get drawn deeper and deeper into the magnificent world created that still holds me enthralled.

And that's when I realise, it's not over. And it never can be. The enchantment will just keep passing from generation to generation.

The Boy Who Lived will live on...