why my blog suddenly so many people?
I'm rather much astounded by the fact that my tagboard is getting livelier. I mean, after seeing a nearly lifeless tagboard for the past year, it's rather much of a shock to see that hey, there are others who actually bother reading up on other human being's lives.
Oh. This reminds me. I am not a cat, nor a hamburger. Nor do I resemble one. Don't know how'd this x person come to this conclusion. Again, x does NOT mark the spot, there's no treasure or anything. It's simply, X for UNKNOWN. I am a Cat High pussy, but that does not make me much of a hamburger. I mean, no one puts pussies as ingredients for hamburgers, right?
Use a wee bit of common sense, yes, u go pee and that's the amount you should use.
No malice intended. Just wanted to clarify stuff.
And what happened today? Oh. The call. I was sleeping and suddenly my phone rang. '为什么?为什么？为什么？'. Note: that is simply my ringtone, the 10k ?. Again, for the slow people I often meet, 10k=10000. ?=the 3 words above. So cross the 2 iFeas together, you get the damn old theme song. Ring bells?
And it turned out that the TAF-clubber WC (not woodcutter, it's weicheng u dumbo) is interested in having my company at Dhoby Ghaut. What-the-fish. Tell me earlier lah alamak and I would be totally willing to go. I mean, I'm bored sleeping is enjoyable but does not substantiate life, of course I'd go out and have a life. But due to overwhelming 'NO's my brain and body gives me(yes I have a brain and a corporeal form, despite being a god and all), I decided that pulling myself out and going to Dhoby Ghaut is a bad iFea after all.
Screw off man, tel me earlier and I'd b so totally in love with you. Of course, I'm still in love with him but a discount is already in place.
Oh and runescaped today. How fun, I won't have to worry about error 403 yanymore! And I sold my yews for 222k. Yes, so happy. I hjave 975k++ already. Not a lot, but at least a huge step closer towards full Guthix. People who don't play Runescape can skip this part. Oh dear it seems redundant, you've already read till this part. Kudos to you, though I have no money.
And no, once again, don't tell me you skipped and read only the part warning you not to read the previous part. Mull over it.
Damn my hair is getting messier and messier and it's all fun. I'm wasting electricity, playing the computer everyday. So I figured that what I take out, I must repay. I'm repaying by cutting down on the cutting down fees of the hair. Get it?
Oh. And. She's online.
Damn. Think, she's online even as I blog. So of course, I should blog about her! And shut up Alastair Pussy Lee.
DANGDANGDANG. NO ENTRY.
I can see her online, I can talk to her with his identity. No point though, if she knows I'm rather much screwed. She's happy and okay, I'm moody and rheumatic.
Cheerios to that.
-- 11/24/2007 12:46:00 AM
