the clog

Right. I finally feel like continuing that last blog thread. You know, the one where I said that I would talk about the BREAK IN? No? Can't remember? It was the post before this one, you ninnys! Get with the program! *Ahem* ANYWAY, the house next door to where I'm staying (the one that's located in Shah Alam, next to where you used to beat the old drunken fella into submitting to your whims (you sick bastard)...you know the place) was broken into.... That's it. Yes, I know that it was kinda anticlimatic and all, but I can't really be bothered to talk about it. Needless to say, I was not at the scene of the crime. I wasn't anywhere NEAR the scene of the crime at the time it was perpetra...per...done. I have witnesses. My only complaint was that I had to actually stand around and wear a façade of neighbourly concern when what I really wanted to do was go to sleep. Bah.
Anyhoo, on a completely unrelated note, you now can write comments on any post that I put up. Thanks for the post comment thingy should go to May Ling (some of you may know her as Maeve). As soon as I figure out how to link blogs and stuff there will be a little link thingy on the right hand side of this blog. Ok, as soon as I figure out and CAN BE BOTHERED to set up the links you will see a link to her site. I'm going back to sleep...I mean, studying (another mid-term...ok, actually it's a make up for a midterm that I missed because I was sick). Anyway, shouldn't you be studying too? Or something? Your mama will be upset if you don't...