sore, as in emotionally SORE and not i-ran-2.4km-today SORE.

no, really. tell me how fair is it if a girl get to publish her own book when she's only FIFTEEN?! I'M fifteen too, you're fifteen too, but we all don't get to publish our own books. she's a blogger too, which just makes things worse. because 1) her blogskin includes a whopping big photo of her face, 2) she is supposedly pretty because she supposedly looks like Dawn Yang and 3) she has such a complicated vocabulary, i don't understand what's she talking about HALF the time.

you want the link? go ahead. let's ALL be sore together. HERE.

you see?!

i shall now tell you that i actually read quite a number of suposedly "famous" blogs. like dawn yang, xiaxue and iceangel. there. maybe let's include mayzhee now. but i am NOT, i repeat, NOT going to read her blog on a regular basis.

the first comparison that jumps out at us is how they are forever posting their own pictures. so see, "famous" bloggers must have a pretty face. oh wow, audrey doesn't have a pretty face. surprise surprise.

next. they all adore PINK. out of four, THREE. that's 75%. okay, maybe i adore pink, but i shall leave the "Let's all love Pink" campaign to them. since they're all so "famous", they can probably do it better than me.

now, we analyse them separately.

DAWN YANG. she seldom updates, that's for one. and she uses xanga, if i'm not wrong. oh, she's a STOMP blogger. i actually don't have anything against her. she's just too pretty, that's all.

XIAXUE. i don't know where to start. for one, she's proud of the fact that she photoshops her picture. and that she has a nose job. and not to mention the fact that she's forever right. i mean, it's her blog, right? she can blog about whatever she wants. let's just forget about the fact that she receives more hits in ONE DAY than i can ever possibly get in ONE YEAR. she's just controversy personified.

ICE ANGEL. english not good. that's one really obvious fact. she googles funny stuff all the time and posts it on her blog. she tells us about her and her boyfriend. oh, i'm sorry, they just broke up. (and considering how she just featured mayzhee, she's probably going to feature what i blog about her and then analyse me instead. too bad for her, she can't critic my looks like i can her. she can't even critic me, to think of it, because she's "famous" and i'm not. i'm a nobody. how can you compare a nobody with a somebody? that's like comparing an apple with a sports car. it's just WRONG.) well, i'm sick of her face.

MAYZHEE. first and foremost, i am still extremely sore about the fact that she has published a book. that has been my dream and will always remain one until it is fulfilled. but until then, i shall glare at all teenage authors with books under their name. she's also the one with a complicated vocabulary. ice angel commented on this too. i think that bombastic words make a blog look more educated and highclass, but if you think about it, why show off your vocabulary range in a blog? blogs are meant for easy reading, right? do you see me spewing uncomprehensive words? so maybe being dumb ain't that bad.

okay. that's all. i think that's enough criticism to last one whole year. it's funny how i dare to critic people i don't know and yet, i don't even dare to open my mouth about other people. like, you know, other people who i know? oh nevermind.

maybe being agitated stimulates the blogging bugs. just look at how much i've blogged. but even blogging like this is not enough for me to become famous overnight, right? nothing interesting ever happens in my life. unless you count my brother having a pimple.

wait. elaboration needed.

my PRIMARY FOUR brother having a pimple UNDER HIS EYELID. and it(the pimple, not my brother) was POKED WITH A NEEDLE BY MY MOTHER.

he was wailing really loudly.

AND i talked to emily yesterday over the phone.

AND i went to eat xiao long baos with jacq at holland v yesterday.

AND yesterday was 16 March 2007, one month after the day we first met up together. i told you, i'll always remember 16 February 2007. oh right. i don't have archives in this blog. well, it was that day when i cried seeing emily? chinese new year celebrations? okay, i give up trying to refresh your memory.

okay, i think that's really really enough. i'm going to edit the homework post and then let my sister use the computer. i HATE it when someone rushes me on the com. it annoys me to no end.

shall blater. i think.