2.35am.

I think I ought to apologize to some people on my MSN Messenger list. See, the trouble with me is I like to leave Messenger on, even when I'm actually out or not at my desk, mostly because it's there for messages. Sorta like voicemail. Or SMSes, but free. And well, sometimes I'm just plain lazy to chat.

But what usually happens is after I get home at night, there'll be a couple of messages with a "Hello?" or "Hi!!!" or "Are you there?". And by then it'll be hours since they were sent or online, so usually I'd be too lazy to reply. I tried leaving away messages, but then sometimes I forget to.

So for those who must think I'm a real jerk for not replying, I probably am. But my apologies nevertheless. I'm still trying to hire a secretary, but they don't seem to respond to my criteria of bringing beer whenever I ask them to...

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On another note, I wonder what is with late night television. Or at least in Australia. There is never anything worth watching. Really. Late night shopping is probably the worse. I've seen knives, acne cream, oldies CD collections, thousands of weight-losing, muscle-building machines, as well as Winsor Pilates and Core Secret and that famous box-ercise one.

The one product they advertise the most here in Melbourne is probably ProActive acne cream. I think I can recite the entire commercial series by heart now. I mean seriously. It's the one where they get Jessica Simpson, Vanessa Williams, Kelly Clarkson and P. Diddy to advertise for. The acne treatment for celebrities. I think it's sad because I even noticed that Jennifer Love Hewitt join onboard the celebrity product plugging. Not because it's her. Because I noticed it. Boy, the way those giving testimonies about how the product has changed their lives sound, you'd think they found Jesus or something.

But seriously guys. If you are up at that time in the night, and if you ever find yourself in a situation where even a teeny weeny bit of you is actually considering buying one of the products, don't. You're probably just very sleepy. That's probably how they work. They catch you off-guard, and you start thinking about how cool it'll be to have a knife that can cut through leather shoes and walls.

And if they were that good, why aren't soldiers carrying them? Think about it.

Sergeant Dick: "Dang guys! Those Krauts put up barbwire fences! We need something sharp enough to cut them! Harry! We need the MIRACLE BLADE 3 KNIFE!"
Private Harry: "Just a second, Sergeant. I'm almost done with the bok choy..."

. Arigato .