Issue: Hey, It Did Went Off!
As indicated by Rafthah's entry in my guestbook, the breast cancer email reminder did went off. Hell yeah! It did! It did! Woo-hoo! Now, feel the surging awkwardness creeping into your wretched bones, you slimy PMS-infested beings! Haha. Prepare your pathetic-self for similar yet more devastating scheme of vile pranks coming to your inbox!

Issue: Me? Jealous? No Darn Way!
Hah! Am I that shallow? If having your face scrawled out half-page at the farthest back page of the paper makes me even infinitesimally jealous, then my mom is the younger version of the Queen of England. The first thing that popped up inside my mind when my eyes were contaminated with such humorous sight at first was, "Is she in a U Broadway-like musical team?" Why I thought off of a Broadway musical when seeing her in the paper? Well, [evil scheme music playing at background] let's just leave that reasoning for sometime now. Haha...haha...haha.

Issue: For the Glory of the Superior Gender!
Salut! Salut! Salut! With these chants of masculinity and charm, I hereby announce the grand proposal for the establishment of G.R.O.S.S. (the Get Rid of (Slimy) Girls) Club. This is in the effort of continuing the deed done by the great Mullahs themselves, Mullah Calvin and Mullah Hobbes from the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip, in order to rid off of girls, especially slimy ones, from a boy's life. However, the fundamentals and the laws governing the club is yet to be figured out. I am open for ideas and opinions (in favor of it or not) and will soon make the proper invitation via emails to those who I think might be interested to be in it.