i've decided to unlock the thingy once again.
ok, it's so dumb.
ya know why i don't wanna open this for this period?
it's like, i'm practically entertaining you guys!
i dunno.
i want my blog to be like, personal and all.
but in the end, i'm pretty much amusing you guys.
not that i'm blaming anyone, 'cos this kills time anw.
but still...
and to top it off, people plagiarise my stuff.
it's kinda sad, come to think of it.
like, these #$%!%$^* have no originality.
as in, follow the way i usually speak and write.
what's that for, really.

well, whatever.
tanlong said this blog's nice.
and i might as well leave it like that even though it's dead.
'cos i've gotta outdo his blog!
xD
heh.
so people, people please tag more and more often!!
(tanlong, watch out ;p)
yup, that's one more thing.
people creep in here and linger linger, and not tagging.
it's kinda like, an acknowledgment, so do just that, man!
gee!
though this is what i'm counting on to outdo tanlong.
but that's so not the point.

also, as part of an effort to revive this, here's something i found over the net.

“Come on.” The snark from Robyn’s voice is replaced with genuine surprise. She actually stops walking, and Adrian almost bumps into her. “You’re not, like, dating the captain or anything?”

“No,” I repeat. Not me. My best friend.

“Of course she’s not,” Fiona says. “Jocks don’t dare girls who draw dead kitties on tank tops or freak out over Duchamp. Unless they put out. But you don’t put out, do you, Emily?” I’d normally be embarrassed by this question, especially with Adrian around. But something about the way Fiona asks makes me feel like it’s okay. Or not just okay, but the right answer. So I shake my head.

Fiona falls back into line with us. “Good. Stupid high school boys aren’t worth it.” She throws an arm over my shoulder. “They’re trained to like a certain type of girl, with highlights and pretty nails – the kind who are good at remembering to put on lotion every morning after they shower.” She smiles like she’s got a dirty secret. “And let’s face it… sluts.”

no hard feelings, honest! i mean, that is, unless you're admitting you're a total slut yourself. which isn't very nice to say. i just love this extract so much. so just read and then give constructive comments.

get me these and i'll tell ya ;D
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