lasts and firsts

This is not my first blog, neither is it my second. I never seemed to have enough time for blogging, although I've nothing to do with my spare time either. Well, lets just leave it at that. But then, I just had a board exam today, and not a very pleasant one. One more left on Monday, the last one. And then a significant part of my life will have finally ended. Monday is the last time I'll wear my maroon skirt, and white collared shirt, the last time I put on my ragged black ballerinas, the last time I'll have to go to Princep Street as a student. So in contrast to so many "last"s, I felt it was time I started afresh.

Monday will be marked by euphoria, and divine, immeasurable pleasure. Rules will be forgotten, caution thrown to the wind, and holding us back from going insane would be akin to trying to hold back a raging river by a poorly constructed dam; or imagine a single celebrity bodyguard fighting off a hundred paparazzi - get the picture?

Even though I say all this, I probably won't even go that wild or do anything reckless. Probably won't even have much to do, and get bored. And so here, now, I solemnly swear to at least keep this insignificant little page alive, although it wouldn't matter if it were dead or not, but just for the hell of it. I should probably have given some sort of an introduction by now, shouldn't I? Ah well, nevermind,.