Mall woes

Today, I'm going to post something that everyone could somehow relate to. It's related with malls. Yeah, the favorite past time of ladies - shopping. Kaching! It's for today's menu. 

Whoever said that money can't buy happiness didn't know where to shop.

I like this quotation. Although it's from Gossip Girl (I posted this once on my site and a friend asked, "OMG YOU WATCH GOSSIP GIRL? x"), it's very true. And no, I don't watch Gossip Girl. I'd rather watch Family Guy, thank you very much.

Moving on...

Click on Entry tab again to view actual Entry

Just wanted to sort things out for people who might be noobs confused. If you view this blog and fortunately find a post that you want to read, of course you click on the read more or the title on the post. However, when you click on either one of those things, the body disappears. For this, you need to click on the entry tab again to view the actual entry. 

Thank you

Just a small thank you to all the people who are actually reading my posts! I'm touched. Really. Because I really think that I am just talking to myself, like talking to a wall. Since this isn't Facebook, talking to a wall seems retarded. I was searching for help about feeds (since I long forgot about it) and I manage to stumble upon the stats on the settings tab. Checked it out, and found out that people are reading my posts! The primary purpose of this blog is to serve as my outlet whenever I feel gregarious and social. You know, without the annoying the hell out of people factor from social networking sites. 

Cold, winter nights

I am actually really sleepy right now, the very moment I am typing this post. I was doing my usual thing, reading my news feed, chatting with friends, listening to music (all on my trusty laptop) and next thing I know, drowsiness has already hit me. My eyes went blurry, I had a minor headache, I yawned - in short, I felt really sleepy. However, I felt the urge to post something here in this gazette since.. since, well I don't know. I just felt like it. So deal with it. 

I'm back, and I'm better than ever

This is actually a line from a song. To be specific, you know those songs when wrestlers come out of the backstage something and a song plays, yeah? This is taken from one of those old wrestlers in WWE. RAW, exactly. I remember playing Smackdown on my PS2 before and using this old guy from RAW. Black hair, old, did I say old? Eric something was his name. Eric fucking I don't remember. And no, it wasn't Vince or the McMahons. I clearly remember. Plus those Fulfill your Fantasy matches? It was so awesome. Awesome sauce is awesome.

Tags? Check. 2 posts? Check.

Had quite some time thinking yesternight about the possible tags I could make. I wanted it (the tags) to have some personality, but just as expected, it ended up being generic and rather vogue. Yes, vogue. Not the magazine, but the adjective vogue. Because I want YOU to think. I want YOU to use your mind. It's up there in your head for some reason, you know. It's not just a display. It's actually working. 

I feel obliged to explain the summer tags, though. I had the summer label so that people who are actually reading this ol' silly blog of mine could separate their reading stuffs in seasons. YES, seasons! Namely, first, summer (because that's when I started blogging), autumn, winter, then finally, spring. This will definitely make your and my life much, much easier. Wait, is that a double comparative?

And ola! This time around, I kept true to my promise. Well, sort of. I told you guys I'll have 2 posts, right? Well, here it is! The 2nd post. I know, it's kinda late, but better late than never, right? On c'mon. Have some gratitude! No humility today. I want YOU to feel thankful because you are reading a masterpiece. 

Thank you for reading. Cough. May you enjoy reading my loyal subjects!

I am Botasky. Now who wants to be Packy?

For all the inquisitive and curious minds out there, I ask you: What do you think of bunnies (yes, those soft and adorable and fluffayyyyyyy creatures that often times get abused my magicians)? Most of your perceptions would be cute, pettable (if there is such a word, but my spelling and grammar check says none, anyway I'll still go with it), kind, etc etc etc and flufayyyyyyy. Before your imaginations run wild, imagine this scenario: In Pandora their own worlds, which is probably set in an Anime-ish world (thanks, Japan), rabbits are like human beings - they talk, they wear clothes, they celebrate during Sundays, they function like a regular human being, to cut it short. I just realized that this post is gonna be oh so controversial when it finishes, Imma work this out in the end. Therefore, rabbits can have BIG GUNS. Yes, the big guns loved by big boys and men alike. Uhuh, you know it - like AK-47 rifles. Yeah, those type of guns. What were you thinking? Nevermind, just keep it to yourself. Read on, and get your pants back on.