hibernating bloggers

i'm bored.

here i am, sitting infront of the computer, with my stomach bursting from lunch and backside itchy. nothing to do. i can get back to work. i can but i won't. (sorry, boss. food haven't digest. cannot work until this bloated tummy gets out of the way).

the blogosphere has become so boring of late. everybody seems to be hibernating. i think it's the after-effect of partying too hard during christmas and new year. for those that didn't partake in the festivities, you have no excuse to vegetate. wake up! get up and amuse me. it feels like a scene from the christmas carol; silent night. all is calm, all is bright. sleep in heavenly peace. ringgggggg! time to awaken from your comatose condition.

last i heard, the alien has been struck by a bout of blog associated laziness and is currently busy getting the measurements for his chin. a formal dinner for chins coming up perhaps and black tie attire is required? i seriously don't know.

atchoo has flown the coop and is presently in a totally different time zone, earning more foreign currencies to finance his newly certified dependent. he's freezing his bottoms off whilst we are basking in the glorious sun, eating spaghetti and roast duck 8 times dearer than the cost here. traitor! for sure the reigning political party will win hands down now, without his opposing vote.

the australian ambassador is throwing a tantrum and threatened to bore us into an early death by blogging only when inspired. i am not too worried because he is still blogging on a daily basis :-). his fixation with pear bottoms and little children toys, however, is quite concerning.

the bionic bear seems to have fallen out of the little island's radar since her last marathon. aside from a short response during christmas greetings, she is definitely lying low. hiding from loan sharks? avoiding stalker boyfriend? Or still recuperating from last superhuman attempt at the marathon? someone please resuscitate her.

busy making babies is busy making babies. 'nuff said. i don't want to go into details on the why and when, and especially not the how and where.

her majesty has safely moved into new confines and seems to be hibernating from her new abode. perhaps she is still trying to get rid of all the dust and paint smell. my suggestion would be to throw a party. invite more people to physically inhale all the dust and odour away.

hot mama is perhaps the only exception to this apparent vegetation as she continues to spew forth several hundred posts per hour. how does she do it? kudos to her spirit.

the chicken is not blogging on a regular basis, but is hardly surprising in his very hectic continual search for piao meis for his blog buddies (or so he claims they are for. nobody is convinced). damn! i ate kfc for dinner last night. maybe i should look in the bin for chicken bones to make sure i didn't obliterate the chicken's existence.

scooby's best pal is glued infront of his orchids, waiting for them to grow or wilt a little more before he can publish his next post. hey! it grew a millimetre. time for an update! the running water is fast becoming dry. quick, hook up to the nearest reservoir.

the crappy one has forgotten all about his crappiness and is busy illegally canvassing for more votes (not the election lah) and moonlighting as food critic. if he wins the $20,000 travel vouchers, you'll see my next post, and next hundred posts, will be focusing on joining contests and canvassing for votes. either that, or i'll suddenly endeavour to be his next best friend. paris, rome, sydney, china. here i come!!

i personally think the sticky one has frozen solid in the very cold region of alberta and has become part of the beautiful scenic mountains there. lack of updates too. then again, frozen mountains can't type.

as for sweeter than sweet, she has decided enough is enough and called it quits. or did she?

the cynical one is too busy batting eyes at honeypot and murmuring sweet nothings to even bother about the blogging scene. we are all fictatious people in his mind. what am i saying! we are not even in his mind.

even the primadonna is becoming disillusioned with blogging, especially with the disappearance of his extra income. no money no talk hor. wan to listen to ah pek talk, must pay money first. i am his newly-appointed agent. i take a very small cut of the income. who wants to log into ah pek's blog must pay me first. i take visa, mastercard, cheque, drafts, cash. amex also sapu.

sweet annie is recuperating from the holiday season, or so her chatbox reports. honestly, i think she is busy staring out of the corner of her eyes at the snoopy concert above her. see the gleam in her eyes? i think she has the hots for linus.

the month after april has not been blogging much of late. she says she has been struck with lazititis. oh my god! is that curable? i think she's rounding the roaches for a grand party.

perhaps the good doctor will have a look at her? though i think he is keeping his hands clean for the next surgery and will not risk contaminating it by touching the keyboard.

everybody, wakeeeeee up!! it's so boring in the blogosphere. forget your life. forget the real world. this is where it's happening. won't you join me?

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