... the screaming little kid sitting behind you at a Hi5 concert scares you.
... the Hi5 members you grew up with have all left.
... you think a $10 Hi5 balloon is expensive.
... you feel embarassed to sing, dance (swing your arms around in the air) and yell out loud

I'm just kidding. I love kids.

And here's how my Hi5 experience went:

You've all heard the warnings about posting your photos on Myspace and Facebook, probably thinking: Psh, like what could you do with a few awkward photo of some unknown person? Wait till they get famous, then blackmail them? If they don't, then bad luck?

Anyways, have you ever wondered if they could take your photos and use them for those banner ads which go: 'Search for hot girls in your area!' or the ones that annoy me the most 'Asian Cupid: The International Asian Dating Site!'

Imagine: You're on the internet one day, like every other day, and you see a picture of yourself on one of the side ad banners along with other 'hot' guys/girls. Would you be thinking: "Wow, they think I'm hot!" or " ... ", feeling betrayed?

Seriously, I'm not trying to scare anyone, Just something I was thinking about. Yeah, I know what you're thinking ('cause I'm psychic,) What a werido. Who thinks about these stuff?

I was thinking. (Suprise.) I should decorate my xanga. So I went to look for streamers and balloons. And failed.
No, being serious, I opened PS, which takes a while cause I have a cheap computer almost as slow as me, and I tried to think how long has it been since I've moved the mouse in such a motion as to create a series of lines which resemble something or someone recognisable in the real world.

sigh. If it was possible.


anyways. I think I should do something with my life.



ps. i was on the phone this morning, and i said to someone, 'I don't want to see you!' as a joke, but I don't think it went out that way, cause the person texted me back saying, 'So ownage "i dont want to see u" thought we were friends ><" '. SIGH! Now i feel owned. I had the urge to text back to explain the joke and my failed sarcasm, if my phone would allow me that option. oh well, i guess i'll just have to keep feeling guilty until the next time we meet.

and that brings us to miley's '...until the next time we meet... i will redeem myself' and also the end of my boring entry.