mood : restless
music : Samson – Regina Spektor
For months, The Canary Thief has been in secret habitation, slaving miserably under the nose of education pressure plotting a revolt to overthrow magnetism. As a result, has endured much, oh cruel much, but somehow, did not lose much excess and unwanted weight. But fear not, oh mugger happy beings! For The Canary Thief just happens to be a unappreciated, undiscovered, uncoherent (yes, I do know its incoherent, but I am on a roll here.) kickass prodigy whose intelligence defies all mankind!
Ah whatever! Scrap all that. Doesn’t hurt to try to boost one’s ever lacking esteem once in a while, does it. We lifeless ducks sure have enough to fret about.
New blog, new times. Changes, changes – whatever will we do without them? Time to refocus on what really means alot to me instead of babbling about nothing. Meanwhile, most of us are going through our exams. Exams, remember, are just papers which can only go as far as multiple papercuts (yes, I also do know that these are disturbingly annoying but that’s not the point) to harm you.
“Surely God is my salvation,
I will trust and not be afraid
The Lord, the Lord is my strength and my song,
He has become my salvation.” – Isaiah 12:2
