Money. It's strange. I'm glad it exists, otherwise I'd be in general dire straites. But nonetheless I need to earn more than I'd like to in order to live how I want to. I can, of course, complain about this to no end... wasting time I could have spent on earning money OR living life. Does this imply, as one would suspect from going to Caltech, that complaining is life? No! It means complaining is time I spend earning money (at least via a blog with Google helping me be a content provider)!
Yangyang sprained her ankle today play badmitton. That was fun, except for the getting hurt part. I got to play Knight in Shining Armour for a little while, embarrassing her horribly in front of a number of her friends. Nothing like a good friend to help you blush, eh? And if making people blush is a measure of how good a friend one is, I must be a master.
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What he's really saying, kids, is that he might keep this blogging up if you would be so kind as to click on the links to the right.
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