just minishorts.

Because I'm so clever I'm starting and not-so-original meme of my own since every one seems to doing something like that also.

And I'm going to call it THE I'M-HOLIER-THAN-THOU BLOGGER'S BATON.

Here we go.

THE LAST BLOG I READ WAS:
Overcaffeinated.

I THINK MY BLOG IS WAY BETTER THAN THAT BLOG ABOVE BECAUSE:
My design is not as canggih as his but my readers are way cooler than his.

IMHO THE BEST ENTRY I HAVE EVER BLOGGED IS
I think this post is going to be the best entry I have ever blogged. Bleh.

THE FIVE BLOGS I READ THAT MAY BE BETTER THAN MINE ARE:
1) John Scalzi BECAUSE I keep nodding everytime he says something clever. Which is all the time.
2) Cooking for Engineers BECAUSE the recipes on this site can kick most people three ways to China.
3) Go Fug Yourself BECAUSE I keep rereading their posts and am still ROTFLMAO.
4) Viewtru BECAUSE he's in the running for PPS Blog of the Year while I am not.
5) Cowboy Caleb BECAUSE we started blogging at the same time but he is way more femes than me!

And finally,

I KNOW MY READERS ARE ADDICTED TO MY BLOG BECAUSE:
I can come up with gila things like this clever meme. Also because I am so damn hot and very the babe they all imagine they can climax in an orgasmic high just by reading my blog. Actually you need lots of touch and fingers to do that thing. Reading blogs is not MENTAL masturbation. You have been duped.

I am now passing this baton to the following five people and they MUST to do the same holier-than-thou meme shit. The rest, if you were not chosen by me you can go beg these people to pick you instead.

1) Suanie(because she says memes are fun) DONE
2) Michael (because well, he's michael ooi, duh) DONE
3) Eyeris (because i want him to stop saying toink toink) DONE
4) Kenny (because he says he hates memes) DONE
5) Miyagi (because i wanna pass this to singapore too)

I-meme-because-I-can!

April forced me into answering another five lame questions! Gah.

Damn it girl, we're not supposed to do this so many times. But…

Q1 The master of me is someone who…

…pays me my monthly salary. Then again, she's only my master because I choose to make her so. BUT, obviously, my boss is my current master.

Q2 Why do you think X stands for a kiss?

I have no idea.

Q3 If your mother found out about your blog what are you going to do about it and how will affect your blogging future?

Shut down minishorts.net and change my domain to hugelongs.net.

Q4 If you were mommy to the whole world, what would you nag them on?

I'll keep on saying, 'GO TAKE YOUR BATH LAH! YOU STINK YOU STINK YOU STINKY PIECE OF MAN-POO!'

Q6 Do we have imaginary friends or are we their imaginary friends? Do you have or did you have one? Why?

What the fuck?!! (I don't know what you're getting at here, April. And that's three questions you have in there!)

(a)Urm. We are 'their' imaginary friends. OK lemme rephrase that, YOU, are MY imaginary friend. (I'm not directing this to April-girl of course). You see ah, you imagine you know me. I don't know you. You come and then you pretend you are so damn smart and think you have every right to tell what you think and how you feel I should lead my life. Well, truth is, it's all in your imagination. I don't know you. You don't know me even though you think you know me. VERY FEW PEOPLE KNOW ME. So before you decide to tell me, 'Hey minishorts, I think you should yada yada yada,' or any 'helpful' advice that will prolly do me good anyway, I strongly URGE you to go sit in that corner and think about your sad life. I mean, look lah, you've got plenty of FANTASTIC ideas and FABULOUS advices and I think the real friends in your life would appreciate you a whole lot more if you spoke to them and showed them you care, instead of showing me, your imaginary friend, that you care damn a lot for me. I don't know who you are and don't give a damn if you think I'm stupid, clever, ugly or babelicious.

But of course, if you start clicking on my google ads to help me keep minishorts.net going, you're my real friend. GAH! Did I just say that? Haha.

(b) When I was about four, I had an imaginary friend called Brownie. He wasn't invisible, he was a scruffy-looking teddy bear the length of my arm. He was my friend until suddenly he turned into a dumb teddy bear. I think I was about seven or eight when I realized teddy bears don't talk.

(c) Because I was still am an only child, and I didn't have many friends.

HOKIE. I'm putting an end to this question meme thing cos I want to move on.

BTW, look out for April and Dabido's answers. If you want to play the game GET THEM TO ASK YOU. I'm done here.