Saturday, 18 October 2008

• Currently Listening We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things By Jason Mraz I'm Yours see related

  Resuscitated

  *Blows away layers after layers of dust*

  *Coughs violently*

  *Chokes on bust dummies dust bunnies and stumbles blindly into gargantuan cobwebs*

  *Screams hair-raisingly and flails arms wildly*

  Well. Considering the condition of my long-abandoned and uninhabited blog, I have to admit that I have not been the best blog-guardian. *Hangs head in shame* Oh, well. What's done is done.

  I have considered putting up a 'on hiatus until further notice' sign on this God-forsaken blog, but I didn't want to have something to look forward to, meaning, I didn't want to keep my hopes up that I can make it through the three-letter-word exam without dying in the process.

  Speaking of the effingly blasted _ _ _ (fill in the blanks if you feel like it) exam, it's (thank heavens) done and done with. I can't even put my joy and relief into words. Too jubilant that I am rendered speechless. Yes, that should be a first.

  After this, arguments on whether our ex-ex-ex-ex-king was shot, stabbed, hung to death, or sliced into pieces and boiled in a pot will turn into light-hearted banter about the weather, the shape of the Earth, or other trivial things; schoolbags loaded with revision books which are so heavy and thick it can knock a person dead on its own will be filled, instead, with playing cards, boardgames, and whatnot; and most importantly, the unseen, weighty burden bearing down on every 15-year-olds' shoulders will be lifted, and we will all be able to walk around so bouncily that people will start looking at out feet and expecting to find springs attached to them.

  Now, I'm off to disinfect my dirt-infested blog, starting with the layout and music. Adieu!

  I'm feeling: Rejuvenated     

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