Not quite dead. Yet.

Uh, hello folks?
*gets pelted with bird seeds*

Okay, I know I've been MIA for a loooong time butbut I have my reasons! @.@

#1: My school results was so CATASTROPHIC (Mm... I like that word...) that each time I get in a meter radius of the computer, I'll get assaulted by a family member. *coughs2ndbrothercoughs*

#2: A certain family member, *coughs2ndbrotheragaincoughs*, has been hogging the computer to play Diablo. I pffts.

#3: I realise that I don't need to use the computer every day to survive. It's not like I will have spasms and die if I don't use it often. No, I'm not trying to kid myself. Really. Okay, I phail. x.x

My blog is slowly dying away and soon, it shall be no more. Why?

I'll be busy with a new blog. WAIT. WAIT I SAY. HOLD THOSE PELLETS. It's not like I have a choice. My Literature teacher has decided to move on with the times and has assigned us the duty of making a blog solely dedicated to literature. It's like internet homework. Rawr, oh noes. DX

Okay, I shall end this rant with a little story (Yes I know I'm absolutely random).


A girl was walking home from school when out from a corner of her eye, she spotted a small white patch. Upon closer inspection, it was a pigeon. It was nestled on the ground, its leg sticking out at a weird angle as it continuously flapped its wings helplessly.

The girl stood still. She wanted to carry the bird to a safer place than the pavement it was on but she was hesitant. What if she hurt the bird even more? What if it pecked her? What if...?

She grew more and more reluctant to act and walk away slowly, looking back often. She hoped someone else would help it but not even one soul seemed to notice it.

She had walked quite a distance when all of a sudden, she changed her mind. What was the worst the bird could do to her? Peck her? No one has ever died from getting pecked by a pigeon (at least, she hadn't heard of such a thing before). She turned around and quickened her pace, incredibly worried for the poor creature.

When she saw it, it was different. It was on its back, its body stiff and motionless. A pool of light brown liquid was seeping from its neck.

The girl stared, speechless. Seconds passed, then minutes. She slowly turned herself away and walked on home, regretful of her earlier hesitance.