With the Harry Potter craze lately, there are plenty of facebook status about the whole series. This tops my list:
Under your Goblet of Fire, gather your Order of Phoenix, use your Deathly Hollows, find your Half Blood Prince, bring him to your Chamber of Secret, make him your Prisoner of Azkaban for as long as the philosopher’s stone lets you live.
How sexy.
Dear WordPress,
I love you. You give me what I want. You are clean and safe. You don’t have ego issues like men do and most importantly, no returned jobs required. Unlike women, you are also easy to please. One can get to the right spot effortlessly, click on it, and all of us are good to go.
Everything’s perfect…
Except that you require updates once too often. I get all these notifications: new version available: 3.1.1, 3.1.2, … , 3.2.1, etc. And whenever you change something minor, all my plugins have to undergo changes as well just to be compatible with your enhanced implant. It’s driving me crazy, and I thought only Microsoft’s Windows updates are capable of doing that.
I know you like it quick, short and fast. I don’t. Instead of all the small version updates, can’t you accumulate the minor changes and then do a major release every few months? Hold it back, honey. Releasing prematurely is bad.
You could have been perfect. I was hoping you can be more manageable on your own, but you proved to be way too fickle. Damn it. Seriously, you change versions more often than I change my shoes. I don’t like the sound of that and I am sure most women will agree with me. I ask you like how my man usually do, do you really need so many?
Put all these small ones aside and work towards to greater stuff, WordPress. I can wait. I told you before, size does matter. Go real big before your next release. Can you?
The series ended. My favourites are actually the first and the last.
I caught the final movie today and I burst out laughing halfway into the show.
“Voldemort’s wand went limped on him!”
Couldn’t help it. I just had to made that statement aloud.
The ending (19 years later at the platform) was a little forceful. You mean they all had kids at the same time within the same year? What could that mean? An orgy???
Emma Watson is hot – the directors certainly do know how to sell that factor in her. What’s with the kissing scene during the dark war? Rationally, I would have either run for my life, or see what else I can do. Getting all romantic, loving and horny would be the last on my mind.
I think that blog is up and coming. Bound to be a great hit, especially within the Singapore context since it’s a local blog.
However something smells fake to me, at least.
Storyline is exaggerating. Written English is lousy. No naked picture on the blog yet (well… that may be a good thing though). I can’t find a single reason to read on, except that…
I’ve silently followed for some time, waiting to see when he/she runs out of content and then eventually closes the blog. How evil of me, isn’t it? Tsk tsk.
It’s difficult to fake it after all. Pages of lies, how are you going to maintain it?
I wonder the rationale behind it – for fame (like what kind?!?), money (doubt so) or the kick of site stats (it’s just numbers, for God’s sake)?
People do funny things.
Well, at least it amuses me, for now.
P.S: I’m not sharing the link. I only share good stuff. =D
I hate it when you say things like, “You are getting the deals because you are a woman”. Then you just have to repeat it many times over emails and during conversations.
I return you smiles, not because I agree with what you say, but because I don’t want to bruise your ego further. I see you as a small kid throwing a temper – it’s simply not worth my time.
Clearly, you are having work jealousy issues, but yet you attribute it to “woman” factor. That probably explains why you ain’t getting the deals, isn’t it? You are bad at getting the facts right.
I know sex sells (I own a sex blog, honey), but it’s not as if I have slept with my customers. I slogged through the hours just as much as you did, if not, more.
If I am you, I wouldn’t spend time grumbling and blaming human-beings who have pussies. Reflect, improve and move on. Don’t get so caught up with being a dickhead.