the clog

Woo hoo! Posts! People actually read my blog! How gratifying. Anyway, as a tribute to those who actually bothered to post their opinions I have decided to reply to their posts (a whopping 2!)...even if one of those posts is from my degenerate friend and former housemate, Teddy (http://www.phylum.blogspot.com)

Anyhoo, just to save time (yours, not mine. I apparently have oodles to waste), Teddy says: "Who is this chick with flat boobs? Is she nice?".... Well, this chick with the flat boobs is my classmate. Yes she is nice, but she is also attached (read: going out with one of my friends...one of my friends who is BIGGER than me I might add (ie: he would kick my ass if I tried to get fresh with his girl)). Therefore, out of respect (and the fervent hope that she doesn't read my blog and figure out that I'm writing about her which would probably lead to an ass whuppin') I'm gonna keep her name a secret. That's right, a secret. But I'll tell you this much: she's Kelantanese...sorta. She's Kelantanese by blood, not by mannerism(s). In fact...no, I think that I'll leave it at that. But just to make things easier, I shall do what my good friend Neep (you know, that other degenerate friend who always seems to have his mind in the gutter...oh, wait, that's true of all my friends) does when he's referring to girls that he talks about but wants nobody to know: he gives them codenames. In keeping with this, henceforth that Kelantanese chick with the pancake-like boobs shall be known as...RED (cue James-Bond like Music). Oh, and another friend of mine is infatuated with RED.

Speaking of James Bond, many espionage buffs are saying that there is no way that there's no way that ol'
Jimmy could be a spy. Their rationale: he's too tall. My rationale: everybody already seems to know that he's a spy anyway. Kinda defeats the purpose of being a spy.... I mean, aren't spies supposed to be in the shadows and all, and more importantly, unknown? Bah.

Okay, onto the next post: "Hahaha... love the writing. Very candid. And I feel for the flat-chested one... but hey, at least she's marginally intelligent because you're right... "catharsis" IS a rather big word.". Hee hee, this one makes me feel all fuzzy on the inside. Thank you, Daisyboo (http://baabaablackcitysheep.blogspot.com), you've made my day. I like your writing too (even though I wasn't able to peruse your blog as much as I would have liked...I was kinda busy (wasting time is almost a full time job, I'll have you know)).

Anyhoo, that's all the time I can waste now. I actually have to get ready for class. I can feel my brain shut down already. Does that only happen to me? You know, where all your brain processes seem to go only as fast as oatmeal dripping off a wall? Oh, and isn't oatmeal nasty? Without any condiments I mean. And sometimes even with the condiments. Blah.