When You Are Owned By Someone Else

Aiya. Lousy Kee Win.
I am addicted to Human Pets. Obsession about whether anyone has bought my precious pet 'Risque formerly known as Da Bian'.

~Oooo.. pleasantly interrupted from my blogging by Patty Boo calling from Hong Kong!
Today's my lucky Klang day. Eddie called. Then Patty called.
=) So loved. But yeah, good catching up with them... i miss you guys!!! ~

Okay, detour over. The point of today's blogging, I'm owned by some random dude!
Scariness. He has his crotch in tightey whiteys as his display pic and, according to Kee, an obsession with buying girls. (didn't want to check his profile in case he gets excited)
Even though Izy and Kee gallantly tried to save me (or so that's what I like to think their intentions were. Maybe they just have this sadistic desire to own me too), this fella still outbought me. Wah.
Maybe he's just loyal?
I don't dare to run away. Haha.. No reason to, really. Only find it a bit creepy that strangers are so adamant to own me. Especially strangers who are supposedly in the US army. (scary char siew-like connotations!)
Maybe I should make more obvious my hints that I want to be owned by someone else. Stop buying me, dude... your persistence is getting annoying!
Must be gutsy like this comic:

So simple, but speaks volumes....

P.S: one essay down = 2400 words down = 8000 due on Monday

P.P.S: I'm going to attend a Diversity Conference and am sponsored by the Fire Brigade! (whee... cocktails, dinners, dinner cruises. i like)

P.P.P.S: I'm going to the Melbourne Cup next week!