Yeah so now anybody can read my blog again

But only because I myself got lazy to enter my password to bloody read my own blog

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So anyway it's 12.55am in the morning and I of course, have work tomorrow. I am going to be at 50% brain capacity at work (which is exactly 0.1% less than my usual brain capacity at work) but I don't know.

I felt like blowing some dust off my very dusty blog.

I guess there really isn't much to blog about. I ain't exactly living life to the fullest in the States like my Zenzei, nor do I possess the unerring sharp wit and oddly cheerful/chill disposition of Lord Jeembie.

I resemble nothing more than a mad dog, anguished and torn between chasing that damn tail or biting that damn mailman.

Because my life is, indeed, a mad decision between being a journalist and not a journalist; being a good daughter and not being a good daughter; being poor and uh, well, even poorer.

(No choice there.)

But like everyone when they run out of blog ideas, the best thing to do is paste a huge-ass pic of a cute baby and call it quits.

So here.

MUAHAHAHAHAHA.