return of the blogster. episode 1.

hello world.

i'm back after... 5 days?

well.. what can i say... i never said anything about going on a hiatus.

so i didn't.

os ended today. (yesterday...rather)

the truth hasn't sunk in yet. sure went around screaming "it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over.." just like everyone else... but did i really know what i was saying?

same thing with un. after it was cancelled i didn't feel anything... i just went numb.. and then there was the denial... and i went back to class to see justina, nina and sarah crying... and i still didn't really get it.

and then went home to go through my position paper. and then realised that it was no use.

and here it is.

the o levels are over.
my secondary school life is over.
life in crescent is over.

woah.

and now it hits me.

smack in the head.

the os are over.

[no matter how many times i saw it.. i still seems incredulous.]

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the Nation Trust.

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.

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