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HUNDREDTH POST, BABY.

I wish I could blog about something really awesome and supercalifragilisticexpialodocious for this, but life's been pretty boring.

Ixora cheer this year is so screwed. All our schedules clash, we can't find any good songs and the moves are more dance-y than cheer-y. Auditions are on Saturday. SHEET.

And the homework. Gawd, the homework. I don't even have the time to watch The Noose now, does that tell you how much of it I have?

Mrs Jai entered me and Thushena for some creative writing competition, coughwithoutaskinguscoughcough.

The theme for our age group is "Blaze of Glory".

I don't know what I'm gonna write but I sure as hell am not going to write about winning some sports competion, or the Olympic torch, or getting great exam results. I automatically reject anything that is overused or overrated.

I've got this picture in my head, of a funeral, and everyone's saying something nice about the deceased, so he/she's leaving this world in "a blaze of glory".

I don't know why, but some rebel-without-a-cause artist guy popped into my head when brainstorming. You know the kind.

Anyway, I shall post awesome lyrics.

Down in a local bar
Out on the boulevard
The sound of an old guitar
Is saving you from sinking
It's a long way down
It's a long way

Back like you never broke
You tell a dirty joke
He touches your leg and thinks he's getting close
For now you let him

In all your silver rings
And all your silken things
That song you softly sing is keeping you from breaking
It's a long way down
It's a long way

Back here you never loved
You've shaked the shivers off
You take a drink to get your courage up
Can you believe it?
Just this once
Just for now
And just like that,
It's over...