Darn.

The release of Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince.


That was stated everywhere, on buses, in book stores and newspapers. EVERYWHERE. In Singapore, at least. It's driving me crazy that everyone's talking about it and I can't even lay my hands on my very own copy. To think I happen to be in Singapore on the much-anticipated day, makes my want to shrivel up and burn out, knowing that my own copy is safely in my mom's friend's house back in Malaysia.


Sigh.


Once I get home, the poor book will be juggled back and forth from my sister's room to mine, and'll probably have it poor spine bent and crooked.


And how the hell am I suppose to avoid hearing people talk about in school? Gah! I already know a few sentences already, credits to my mom's frie'nd's dear daughter who was named after me, and who incidentally also has a disability to keep things to herself.


So, if you're reading this, be warned that if you leak out any part of the story to me, I will kill you with my own bare hands.


***Sincerely, Stephanie***