Bow down to my most revered-ness.

Konichiwa.

As you can see, I have moved from the shithole to a new blogspace. As you can also no doubt see, my new blog address is http://whyismyblogaddressunavailableffs.blogspot.com/ . Yes, somehow my preferred blog address is unavailable, I will not bother to check and see if someone else stole it, or it is reserved(probably for me in that case.) because I am kind, and forgiving. It is merely a name, and my greatness is still overwhelming despite this setback.

Now, this being a far more advanced blog, I have decided to include some additional informations on the left-hand side, my aides/slaves, and a small, short useless bit of information about me. And the archiving which is done by my slaves at blogger.com.

The older posts on the previous blog have also been moved along to this new home of theirs, with the right date stamps and the wrong time stamps because the time stamps were already fucked to begin with. They are here for your viewing pleasure and as a biography. The comments to the posts have not been carried over because I am lazy and I can do as I please. If you should like to see comments you can always type new ones.

A small notice to my slaves: I apologize if your names do not appear in my list of willing slaves to the left, it shall be amended soon just leave your name and blog address in the comment box. And also, I don't care for any of your approvals to be placed on the list, you are all my slaves and I can do as I deem fit.

Sayonara.

P.S. : The reason for my abrupt end to my previous post is due to the fact that images of the boils in Ms. Grey's rectum had caused hemorrhage to my brain. I am healed now, as best as I can, but I fear this will leave a lasting scar on my memory.

frenster fren

halo. are you a frenster fren?? sometimes i get these forwarded bulletins on frenster regarding whether or not i am zees frenster fren. i never end up forwarding these bulletins.

this frenster fren shit usually revolves around people having too many friends in their friend list. then some unknown persons will distribute this bullet tins.. berating this people for simply adding people to their lists.

what is wrong with that? i do not understand. although i do not do it myself i do not see any error in their ways whatsoever. although, they could be wrong, since only my way is the right way as i am king of the universe.

ok, so they add many people.. maybe thei is making new frens? it is no ham tan(harm done) in making more frens. as long as you dont make stalker frens. those that wait outside ur window to smell ur farts. (something i know about as i have many multiverses of fans who do that. sometimes it is hard because there is not enough fart to go around for everyone.)

possibly, these people who spread this bullet tins are jealous, because noone would approve of their adding to frens listdom. haha maybe they r ugly like the boils in sasha grey's rectum. ok this ends my rant.

nondescript : 2nd coming.

goodday, my fellow homo sapiens. i am back here again, providing yet another worthless update on my life. the paper at 0900 has passed and it is again approximately 0000 hours. the paper went relatively smoothly i suppose. i still have another paper tomorrow, after lunch.
i have to come to the realization that i have this incessant urge to update this waste of web space (oh no! we are running out of internet space! it is being filled by all this junk! what shall we do?? i think it is rather possible that one day the internet would be full of so much worthless information (such as this weblog(eek, a parenthesis in a parenthesis, in a parenthesis)) that finding any sort of information, despite using search engines, would require you to go through countless and countless of useless shit before coming to the desired item. also i realise that this parentheses is getting unbelievably long, perhaps longer than the actual paragraph itself. i remember mentioning i love parentheses. i really do love em.) during times of exams.

So, anyways, I think I shall write about something irrelevant today.
The life of Slithice, Naga Siren:
Well, to begin with, for the uninitiated, Slithice, you see, is this green skinned whore from the underwater red light district. Otherwise known as Jalan Chow Kit.
Why is she green you ask? Well my underling, your intelligence betrays you. I already said(or wrote. whatever) that she was from the red light district. It's pretty much common knowledge that all red light district whores are green skinned. I think it's cause they use too much cucumber cream for skincare.
Now, she was born from quite possibly, most likely, a broken condom used by some unknown guy to penetrate some unknown whore. Needless to say, the guy soon died of contracted STDs (Shitty Television Dramas), and the whore gave birth to the youngling that would soon grow up to be Slithice.
Her childhood was mostly mundane, bordering the monotonous, but she did learn a few skills along the way, such as:
Mirror Image - this is like, the real deal. She can turn into 4 babes, meaning 4 times the fucking, but for the price of 1! holy momma!
Ensnare - something on the BDSM (Badly Done Slimy Maggi) side of things. Some people reportedly love it when she throws a net over them and proceeds to shag them.
Critical Strike - when she hits the G-spot, she hits the G-spot.

However, her most famous talent is her ability to make a person enter a dream/fantasy land. By singing. Now, this might not make sense, but I believe the sleeping is caused by the boringness of her voice, or perhaps it is because her voice sounds so bad, people go directly into coma. Or something like that.

Well, to wrap up, she's still plying her trade, but now in a different area, known as DotA. So, if you feel like you in need of some action, do look for her. And I know you people out there do want to tap that ass. I mean, come on, which one of you DotA players haven't thought about slipping your hand along her sleek body and banging her 4 images. Or having her ensnare you with her lurve making. =)

This is your God-king, unprepared for exams, signing off.
Goodnight, and goodluck.

nondescript

good evening.

how do you do? this is an odd time to be writing, as it always seems to be the case when i am writing. i am writing this at 0000hours. i have an exam paper at 0900hours. i fear i am ill prepared for it. however, instead of studying i am here, in front of the computer, tapping at the keys of my keyboard. i believe that noone actually read this bullshit. apart from sze-ping, bless her.

well if you really think about it, who gives a rat's rectum about what nonsensical ramblings i have floating around in my head. hopefully the seriousness of this post won't turn off readers(non-existant) of this so-called blog.

thinking through, it seems like a long time since i started this blog. a year and a half. hardly seems long, but i feel as though i've come a long way. will it be all for naught? sounds rather like a bleak piece of soul searching, no? guess i'll revert backk to bullshit, to wrap this up.

or shall i? this seems like madness. madness? this is SPARTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. lame i know. thx. i'm kinda pretty much out of creative juice. need to go to the store to get some. bye. much <3>