i cannnnnnnnot wait to catch goblet of fire in the theatres.
the book that kept me going strong during the chicken pox stint when someone dumped me to mess around with a couple of other girls. and that, thou shalt not pen-down the details.

anyways, i was viewing the trailers and it suddenly daunted upon me that i'd be ripped and hopelessly tormented if j.k. rowling were to stop writing (and i expect that would happen when harry and the rest graduate in 2 yrs' time). what am i to do? shopaholic isnt even three-quarter as interesting, and it doesnt get half (pardon the fractions) the adrenalin pumping like what half-blood prince did to me, though i'm expecting (no, not me, becky's expecting) becky to prolly give birth to twins given her fickle-mindedness. but, that's a different story altogether - literally.

i dont even want to think about how life would be without harry potter (the book lar, i'm not cho or ginny, and even worse, i'm not a witch). sirius's death has already caused serious (hehe) desolation, and now, dumbledore also want to die. u tell me how! i know lar, rumour has it that the latter's not really dead lar, his fake death is merely a prelude to the 7th book. but on the contrary, sources say that sirius might never come back. why like that? and harry hasn't even used the mirror that sirius gave him. arghhhhh.

all right, i shall stop whinging. and if you see me reading goblet of fire on the train, it's not because i'm orbit okay. it's because i want to read it for the 3rd time to refresh my memory before watching the movie okay. haiya, like anyone bothers to read my non-existent blog.

out.