T Play Box III

Don’t you just love my tilly putty thoughts? I personally do. I find them to be really creative and deep. But that coming from me,the generator of my own tilly putty thoughts, is pretty expected. I must warn you though that if you plan to quote me using one of my tilly putty thoughts on a serious issue then you have gotten things all wrong. I am not to be held accountable for anything I say in my play box. I can be shallow and silly and label-sticking, since it is my play box and any one of these acts is not considered seriously. I do apologise however,if you change your mind about me once you enter my play box, that can not be helped.

Just now I opened an email titled “Salary Day”, I think they mean by that “Pay Day”. It was basically about a number of dancing icons and such, which I then interpreted,using my superhuman intellect, to be a demonstration of how ecstatic one feels when one gets paid. Take a look at the following dancing doodle.

I wonder how much this alien got paid to perform this sassy little dance. I once thought I saw a UFO and I rushed to my room and got my camera, quickly adjusting the video quality I taped the flying object. I said such things like ” Hello! I am Tololy” and “Hi aliens, I am here take me with you, can you hear me?”. My sister was watching TV and she wasn’t nearly as zealous as I was. She wasn’t even impressed. Then the UFO hid behind some tall trees and since it was night time I could not see it anymore. It appeared again but this time with a familiar sound. “It’s a chopper”, my sister commented. And as I was still capturing the moment and trying to decide the amount of money I will ask of the media to give to me in return for the video, I just whispered “Shhh! It’s a UFO I tell ya! just go with it”. The answer was “O.K.”.
It brings me great pain to admit that my comment was recorded. The video could not possibly be sold now that I clearly admitted it was a hoax. But since the fates tend to find it appealing to conspire against me,and to add insult to injury, even more proof was to be thrust in my face that this was indeed a chopper from a local airport. Some green and red lights started circulating around the “object”, and it got really close. It was a chopper,and there, so much for that money.

I do not think aliens would be interested in me should they ever decide to initiate contact with earthlings,that is not to say that they haven’t done that already. What could they possibly do to me that I haven’t done to myself? Multiple piercings? Mental orgasms? Identity theft? Metamorphosis?