Dammit...





Finally...I've made a blog. *Waits for applause*. No seriously I don't know for how long I've been wanting to and have been pestered about making one. Now I'm 'cool' too :D. Ahem.. So lets see, what should i write about. Wait! I didn't think this through! Whats the protocol here? Do I rant about how society is ruining our lives? Do I reminisce about the good old times? Do I spew my wrath on everyone who has pissed me off during my whole life? Or do i just keep on writing mushy poems (at least i think it was a poem) as seen below. Ah screw it...

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jinni said…
The protocol is there is no protocol.
July 23, 2009 at 11:12 PM
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