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Sunday, January 20, 2008
i feel the urge~~~ (remember the commercial!?!?!)

i have an urge to post at every blog but mine.

i've always had a small obsession with shui hu zhuan. unfortunately i'm very out of touch with the story and characters now so i'll just make up my own and kope some from san guo yan yi. i always thought shui hu zhuan is sort of like the wuxia parallel of our present day HK-mobs-and-triads-fiasco.

just in case you havent guessed already, i'm going to write a story! now! i think this sudden blogging enthusiasm came about because of my emotional instability at present. suoweide emoness prompts me to do crazy things. but don't misunderstand, i'm not drastically sad! i'm just feeling very extreme. oh lord. just ignore this paragraph.

***STORY BEGINS HERE***

After killing that wretched tiger, Wu Song headed down the mountain in search of food. Ancient China was as overpopulated as present-day China. Thus, food was scarce at times. Heroes like Wu Song often foraged in the bushes for cherries and the odd squirrel to cook.

Wu Song managed to find two apples to compliment his recent lunch of tiger meat. In addition, he stole a handful of nuts from a suspicious looking hole in a tree. He was on his second apple when Cao Cao, the famous warlord, came walking down the mountain lane with his latest bride Liu Weilin, The Peach Flower of Zhouzhou.

"Hey, man," Wu Song managed, " 'Sup."

cc:"My Prince of China just got sunk by the stupid Xiao Zhu la, what else."

ws:"Huh. Luo Zhi Xiang's not supposed to exist yet."

cc:"I meant Zhugeliang, you idiot. Anyway, I don't care. I win in the end anyway. It says so on Wikipedia."

ws:"Oh. Whatever. Where did you score a babe like that?"

cc:"On a ship that was supposed to be unsinkable but then it crashed into an iceberg and my woman here had to float on a table. By right I should have died. But I'm the king."

***STORY ENDS HERE*** because i'm too bored to continue.

i'll tell you about my dream though. i dreamt that i was this hunk's girlfriend and he was very sweet to me. plus he was so macho that he could lift me in the air all 50kgs. and i dreamt that we went to winata's condo at trellis towers and ascended a grand golden staircase. her condo was on the 100th floor and had a grand view of the singapore river.

josephine and christopher are discussing maths which is stressing me out so i can't blog anymore. bye.

- sonjia