"Where’s Ron?"
"I’m here," said Ron’s voice, from a spot next to Draco. "Why?"
"Erm," said Hermione, staring.
"I threw the Invisibility Cloak on him," said Draco blandly. "I got sick of looking at his face."
There was a sputtering sound, and Ron reappeared, having wriggled out from under the cloak he had, apparently, not noticed he was wearing. He was glaring at Draco again, and quite pink around the ears. "You – sodding – bastard –"
~From Draco Sinister

I just love it. Anyway, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, lalalalalalalalalalalalalala. Another ten months time. Yeah! Ugh, that makes me wonder, what will I be doing then?

Freaking. Why must they keep changing the stupid thing? Stupid Ning. Don't wanna take responsibility of us izzit? Then might as well not be in charge of a CCA. I can't stand her. And the others also don't want to make an effort. Everybody relies on everybody else. Everybody blames everybody else. Why can't that freaking idiot just quit if she really doesn't care? Yar sure, and our manpower just becomes lesser and lesser. You already have your duty, so stick to it. Why push the responsibility to other people? And you know what she said? She said, "There's no point working so hard because nothing's going to get out of it." Argh. I especially hate her mother. She's making all this impossible! And what did my father say? He said, "It's the same when you start working." Man, if this is how it is in school, it's going to be hell when I start working. I just can't see why they can't do it. It's not that difficult lor. I hate everybody. I especially hate myself. Because it's my fault. It's always my fault. As quoted from Elizabeth, I'm a "two-headed snake." Destroying relationships, that's my job.

Something bad happened today. The thing is, I can't tell anybody. She's too private about it. But it's not that bad. But still VERY bad. Is it our fault? Is it MY fault? Yes, of course it is. I am a HAPPY person, so it's my fault.

...Anyway, rgsrcy was doing urban hike at Orchard just now and we jogged back to school in two straight rows, with me at running the back. And smart me was wearing the "Why run when you can FLY?" t-shirt (202 t-shirt) and everybody who saw the group was like saying, "Fly lar, fly lar! Why are you still running?" Boliao.

I just love this poem:
"Darkness breaks, Moon awakes.
Night now brings the stars it makes.
Moon beams fall, Light up all.
From silvery woods there comes a call.

Grayish blur, Shaggy fur.
Food is this night creatures lure.
Brown deer, Very near.
It is brought down full of fear.
Deadly bite, Very tight.
Every wolf will feast tonight."