chaka chaka

i decided on boundaries the moment i locked down on some random domain name under which to host these mou liu posts. not very meaningful ones at that, i’ll be the first to agree. but satisfying to a certain degree.

no more real personal posts.

sure there can be long rambling emotional outbursts with no clear direction. they still linger within the borders of being somewhat acceptable.

not being anonymous (as khoo choo ki of femes minishorts.net already pointed out where i work – supposedly to scare me into a forced admission of her delusions of fame. bitch, puuuuuhlease.) means the likelihood of being subjected to trolls is as certain as having the sun rise the next day.

getting trolled is actually preferable to people trying (and on one occasion succeeding) to hax0r my personal accounts.

my facebook account fell prey to someone (whose identity i have reasonable suspicions about) who copied all my messages and sent them to related parties. to which i now say, HA? WHAT? it was damn dull stuff. like, extremely mundane exchanges, possibly about the weather, sometimes about scrabulous.

what the hell, people?

so, ridicule my clothes. i love them.
criticize my hair. i hearts my houdini stylist.
make fun of my drunken escapades. i enjoyed them.

you shall have nothing else to fuel the gossip. HA!