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"It's going to be all right, sir," Harry said over and over again, more worried by Dumbledore's silence than he had been by his weakened voice. "We're nearly there ... I can Apparate us both back ... don't worry ..."
"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."
For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it’s safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing you ever do.
Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.
Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

BE NICE

Please Be Nice To Me - Kim Hyun Joong


They've worked so hard and they made it. Some went to Cairo, Egypt, some went to India, some went to Dublin, Ireland. Truthfully, I'm jealous of them. They can at least see their future, since they're in the best universities. 

I still have one year left. One toughest year of Malaysian high school. We are going to sit for our SPM exams next November. SPM scares the hell outta me. SPM is our turning point. After SPM we have not much time to play or hang around with friends. We'll be busy looking for a spot in a university. We'll be painting our own future. We'll go different paths. We'll speak different jargons. We'll learn different things. We'll meet different races.

I have different ambitions. First, I wanna go to Dublin, Ireland. I heard the med-school is the best. So, I wanna be a professional doctor. Pray for me. Second, I wanna be a pharmacist, and I must go study abroad. Pray for me. Third, I just wanna be in UIA or USM. Pray for me. If not, I'll be a writer. Like J.K Rowling and Jane Austen. Pray for me.

But my priority is to become a doctor. I love human anatomy. My Dad wants me to become a doctor. My Mum said she'll be happy if I am. The teachers want each and every one of us to do our best. My grandparents want me to study in Ireland or India.

I have too much great expectations when I only have two shoulders and two brains to carry on.

SPM is months away and I'm so not ready. Will I ever be? Right now I'm such a pessimist that I hate myself to the point of suicidal. I have eleven freakin' subjects to revise in 10 months. Not only that, next year, I'll be burdened with homeworks and drills. 

Never-ending rants, I say.

Just pray for me people. Pray for me to become a great doctor and I'll treat you, your sons and daughters with the best treatment you could get. Okay? Thanks in advance.

I'll be nice. 


Posted by Luna Saphira at 2:55 PM  

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