The Internet? Overated, much~

And since i totally suck at titles, i made A Statement..

* Outraged Roar from Shan*

hahah

ah, well..

For the general info, i am over with the editorial thing,

but no, i haven't forgiven or forgotten

let the accursed one's name never cross my lips or keyboard until the apology is accepted.

there.



Now, back to reality.

ARGH! PMR IS UPON US! FLEE! FLEEEEE FOR YOUR LIVES!!!

ARGHH! ARGH!!!

Ahem, there that's another statement.

And so, this is to be my last blog until Armageddon is over with and, god forbid, we are floating to heaven with a wifi service. And hopefully there will be ice blended choco latte~ Starbucks is heaven on earth


In reply to sheryl's blog about napoleon, sorry, he is a shorty but yes, isn't he dreamy?

but seriously his history is damn hilarious.

I mean, throwing all the passion into war-making because your wife isn't that into love-making with you? Master of the battlefield but, sadly, not the bedroom?

Is it just me or is it plain pathetic?

And when he was exiled, he got so bored, he decided to start a war. He is one seriously twisted dude to have such a hobby.

I mean, committing suicide and abandoning your ppl like that and when you get bored you start playing toy soldiers with life-sized figures, assault and battary included?

That is so sick. Furthermore, he got his people slaughtered in the battle-field because of a grudge agaisnt a general or something who once bested him! And in the attempt, more of his people got killed.

I guess its true. Peopl e will only remember you if you killed thousands of men or got them to get killed. Spilling gallons of blood -- surefire way to fame and glory.

On a brighter note, our science teacher pronounced Pope Paul as "Pop Paul".

hahahahah

And this gut-busting song patrick wrote when i watched spongebob squarepants:

Twinkle Twinkle Patrick Star!
I made myself a sandwich.
My mommy named it Fred.
It tastes like beans and bacon.
It smells like it's been dead!
Writing stuff is hard so I use a pointy pencil!
Pointy pointy pointy pointy pointy point!
P.U. whats that horrible smell?
(drum solo)
I have a head, it ends with a point!
Pointy pointy pointy pointy pointy point!
This song is over except for this line

You win this round,
Broccoli!!!

hahah, poetry has always brought tears to my eyes..

Ah, well.. this is the end of my last blog for the time being.

bye bye, so long, don't miss me too much

Muax!