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*tries to avoid rambling*
I will succeed. Probably. Because it feels tiring to try and read through an entire non-stop paragraph with no full stop for about 300 words or more hey why are all the channel 8 programmes in 5 characters this is freaky.
Ok almost failed and not rambling. But then there seems like there’s nothing to talk about other than trying to ramble randomly about stuff that has happened anywhere from a year to a day ago. Still. Bad habit to ramble. Or go off-track. But that really can’t be helped personally can it I mean everybody knows what a freaky person I am I will look at something far away while I am talking to you or rather when you are trying to talk at me and obviously being a mere egocentric human you will turn and try to look at what the heck I’m looking at so as to confirm if whatever I’m staring yet could inconceivably be ACTUALLY more important that what you are trying to tell me or are attempting to impress on my relatively impressible mind. Which, in fact, would be suitably impressed in the case that I might pay attention to whatever impression you might be trying to convey. But often I take about 2 seconds at least to wait for you to look and stare at me with a “you-must-be-some-degree -of-crazy” (which I am, Your Honor) before I deign to look at you, conveniently ignoring whatever you said with a “Yea?” Because I am of a higher level. And unlike that whoever-she-is- on Ji Hyun’s blog…THIS IS ME. Don’t doubt it. Not that people often do. Still.
Assault rifles coming into Alice in Wonderland just sounds freaky. I mean, nice shining suits of armor should go with nice shining, sharp battle axes. Or swords. Or maces. Or morning stars. Or whatever-medieval-weapon catches your fancy but NOT assault rifles. I mean, imagine a bandit king going by the esteemed name of THE great Sovran shooting a couple to death with a…tiny assault rifle. A tiny, flashing assault rifle that is likely to make those ‘PIUPIU’ sounds that laser toy guns make. (On the other hand, it could have been worse. Now imagine the GREAT Sovran blasting for his life using water guns…)
OK that could have given people a really stupid image. And if anyone reads this blog and the Straits Times on the same day, inconceivable as it seems, because that would be making you me, and trust me that is probably the worst thing that could happen to your life, I want to get me a collection of Barbie dolls in the next couple of weeks. Or even more preferably, that card holder that wears a leather vest and holds a whip. These are the kinds of toys that would DEFINITELY pave the way for new ways of thinking among children under six, especially upon the concepts of…things preferably less mentioned unless I want a stern-faced reprimand from my teachers.