Tira: Harmy, how come I never get bored?
Harmy: That's easy. Because you're naturally boring. No, you're the face of boredom.
Tira: You can't blame me, Harmy. It's not like I can go out or even switch on the computer, or watch DVDs without having mum to nag.

It's been, like, more than a year since I've become Luce's co-blogger. And still, some people don't seem to realise which post is posted by which of us. You can tell by the name put down at the bottom of every post, by the way.
And I wonder if Luce still remembers about the existence of this blog, actually. Not only you haven't blogged for, like, months, but you don't even reply your tag messages anymore. Luuce!

I finished reading New Moon the other day. Mum's decided to keep Eclipse and Breaking Dawn because she doesn't want me to concentrate on finishing those books. But now I'm reading Harry Potter's Deathly Hallows. I don't think Meyer's works are better than Rowling's like most people think. They just have their own uniqueness. I think Harry Potter's hilarious. Well, this book at least. British sarcasm rocks.

It's really difficult to be angry at Arif. Not only because he seems innocent, but also because he's been so patient with me. You know, you scratch my back, I scratch yours.

Tira