...grawp, I actually meant a supah-secret Router. A server would be handy, but it's not as though our bandwidth can handle it .__. I'll you the supah-secret plan sometime via PM for, truly, 'tis supah-secret.
(Reading your convo with Asia is really amusing P:. I thought girls went for personality -- but it suddenly makes sense! Think of all the spindly-legged bachelors you see!

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My wardrobe is blue with two doors. The plan is to put the electrical stuffs on the top, behind the sticky-out ornamental bit, on the back of the shelf, on the bottom and behind stuff: Only not clothes, because I don't want it catching on fire

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My room hasn't progressed at all, I've been busy. I just came back from, perhaps, the best concert ever with our sister band. We jammed, then we split and did it separately, and then we jammed again. T'was in this church, a beautifully acoustic place. You've got to hand it to the Catholics: The pillars may block 90% of people's view, and the seats might be about as comfortable as sitting on a pile of old people -- but they got acoustics dead on center

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I'm trying to figure out how to do Ramadan again this year without my parents cottoning on/freaking out. Even if they try and force it down me (got to keep such activities secret 'lest they try and burn be at the stake', I'm determined to beat last year's count (A dismal two days).
You officially outdid me at blessings, so I'll keep this short

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Peace, bro,
MArk.