In the intensely competitive realm of video gaming, there exists a need for the numerous companies to find ways to attract the wary gamer. Gamers, who have seen almost every trick in the book, will not fall prey to supposedly eye-candy, or the promise of latent interactivity that usually crashes, or any vows that these companies usually make. Nobody believes them anymore. To bring the average gamer in, companies have been resorting to more... physical measures.
Male gamers, and this is just a guess though I suspect is rather accurate, male gamers constitute 75% of the global gamer population. It is simply not an equal virtual world out there. Thus, companies use what most males desire... women.
Scantily-clad women call out and attract these male gamers and we gladly follow. It's not a bad thing, superficial... but not bad. I like it. Especially Rayne. Mmmmmm.....

ok.. it was supposed to be some intellectual argument here but am rather tired right now. A whole day of playing games can do that to an individual... maybe I'll continue this another day. In the meantime... a dancing monkey!!! DANCE MONKEY DANCE!!!!!!

I finally believe in a God. And in addition firmly believe that He, the Almighty Father above, hates me. Not detest me. Nor spits on me. Just... hates me... with a mighty funny sense of humour I think.
To begin, we go back to me, the main character, sitting in my fren's apartment, waiting for 8 o'clock before meeting a fren for dinner. Names are of course, not used to protect the people from out-of-control rams that eat most things. Anyways, I had just msged my chef (yes i have a chef) to remind him that I was NOT coming home from dinner but to keep food for me for lunch as well.
Immediately after that surge of typing frenzy, my fren msgs to mournfully and regretfully notify me of NOT being able to have dinner with me, of which saddened me greatly. Of course, in the bid to keep my tummy happy in future liasons, I frantically msged my chef once more to plead for him to cook for this miserable soul. Following which (it was late), I bid my fren's apartment goodbye and proceeded down Swanston Street.
Now Swanston Street is the lifeline of the city, perpetuated with multiple numbers of trams and the like. Tramming from where I was to home would take me 10 minutes at the cost of $1.20 (Concession prices of course). Rather than taking the lazy route, I opted for a little exercise to walk the 20 minutes home. It was a warm evening, beautiful weather, no wind watsoever. So I hummed a merry tune and walked without a care in the world.

Then it rains.

Pittar patter of tiny raindrops grew into PITTAR PATTER of rain golf balls. To top it off, every traffic light at every single intersection which I had to cross... was red. Meaning, I had to stop, wait for the 5 odd minutes in the beautiful spring shower without an umbrella, cap or waterproof apparel, and could cross only when the green man decided to finish his coffee break and pop by to say hi. Wonderful. I got home though, wasnt hit by a car, or rammed by a tram, or eaten by a hawk. I got home safe and sound.

Then there was no food.

My chef didnt see my msg and thought I wasn't having dinner. So in order to appease Tummy (it has a name cause it is cute...), I popped by Macs to buy 2 Big Macs which, IMHO, are not BIG. They taste bad too. Dammit.

Epilogue.
A little ancedote to know that there really IS a big guy up there that cares.



Now if you'll excuse me... I have a Big Mac to eat.

Firstly, some guys deserve to be EXECUTED.

That done, here's a homage to one of the most gorgeous, beautiful, immensely funny, weird (in a good way), lovable, did I mention gorgeous, person I have had the honour of exchanging sick sexual innuendos with...

presenting

for one night only

the one

the only

PRINCESS SHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









hmmm... ok... disproportionate pictures.... ah well...annnnywaes....

happy birthday shan

luv you lots and i noe u do too! You love urself a lot too right? heh... ok... fine it's lame... but so's a crippled man. Smile smile girl, auntie, woman of most man's dreams, cause u're beautiful.. .that's for sure (ripped from, shit.. wat's her name... that Im like a bird song.. cant remember...)

hmmm... it's not that i have no interest to blog... it's juz, i've been doing so many time-wasting activities. Like like... ROD, which is a pretty cool anime, and and... comics... and Onimusha 3. ONIMUSHA 3!!! It doesnt totally rock, but it's a cool timewaster. And im wasting time!!!!! Neglecting work too.

Also, frens bday yesterdae, we gave him a surprise TODAY, wat bastards we are.

Quote from IRC:

t0rbad> so there i was in this hallway right
BlackAdder> i believe i speak for all of us when i say...
BlackAdder> WRONG BTICH
BlackAdder> IM SICK OF YOU
BlackAdder> AND YOUR LAME STORIES
BlackAdder> NOBODY HERE THINKS YOURE FUNNY
BlackAdder> NOBODY HERE WANTS TO HEAR YOUR STORIES
BlackAdder> IN FACT
BlackAdder> IF YOU DIED RIGHT NOW
BlackAdder> I DON"T THINK NOBODY WOULD CARE
BlackAdder> SO WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT FAG
*** t0rbad sets mode: +b BlackAdder*!*@*.**** BlackAdder has been kicked my t0rbad ( )t0rbad> so there i was in this hallway right
CRCError>
rightheartless> Right.
r3v> right

Ok, three things I would like to address before retiring to blissful sleep of the ages. Firstly, a person should not sleep so late watching anime, nor playing games, nor wasting time in any similar fashion. It's just... not right. Especially with assignments looming in the horizon. My God. 1 more week to due date!!! AHHHHHH.
There
Now, to more important issues: Morality. What is considered wrongdoing and the such? More specifically, the attraction between people who shouldn't be doing so. I wun name names u gossip mongers, juz the scenerio of a guy who likes girl, girl who mildly... very mildly likes (yes.. in the like like way) guy, guy has girlfren. A typical... love triange, very Kimagure Orange Road-like. Cool show, shld watch pple. Back to the topic at hand, what does the girl do? Or not do? Does she go for it? Or not? Each decision factors largely in 3 pples' lives. So it's a pretty hard decision. What the great me say that most pple never listen to? Dun destroy something good between two already cemented pple. Personally, I dun like it. But that's juz me saying. And if one really wants to dive deep into such an entanglement, make certain of the feelings. Very certain. And concentrate on schwork pple!!!! Dun getting distracted!!! Y is everyone more happening than meeeeeeeeeee?
Lastly, I really should cut my fingernails. Damn, that clickety clack feeling on my keyboard really feels farnie. Ugh.

Big Hugs to Shan for talking to me for 5 minutes juz now. And I think she likes hugs ;)
*HUGS*

oh yay, sleep!