I have this feeling that one of these days our friendship will be doomed.
Now or never.
Fight or flight.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Dear Y'all!
This blog is dedicated dearly to my FACEBOOK FRIENDS and TWITTER FOLLOWERS.
I know that social networking sites such as these require friends and followers to spice up one's virtual world.
I know that for a fact, cause I've needed them in my virtual life.
I need aliens to read what I post, comment on what I blog, and like whatever I type in as my 'statuses'.
Needless to say, I need fans.
And yes, I've been one eager net bum to post non-stop tweets and statuses in both of my accounts.
What I only hate about is that, why do people make a fuss on how many I tweet or how many I post in those of my accounts?
Why would they add me in the first place and delete me the second after?
Or bug me and say I am a flooder if, in the first place, it is how those social networking sites work?
I've been one responsible alien when it comes to what I post on the internet.
I've never stepped on anyone, bashed on anyone, nor berated anyone online.
Or maybe a few. Ones who fairly need lambasting. Bitches and assholes who deserve my words.
If you scumbags and gits hate what I tweet or post then damn it! Stay away from my page!!!!
Ciao!
I know that social networking sites such as these require friends and followers to spice up one's virtual world.
I know that for a fact, cause I've needed them in my virtual life.
I need aliens to read what I post, comment on what I blog, and like whatever I type in as my 'statuses'.
Needless to say, I need fans.
And yes, I've been one eager net bum to post non-stop tweets and statuses in both of my accounts.
What I only hate about is that, why do people make a fuss on how many I tweet or how many I post in those of my accounts?
Why would they add me in the first place and delete me the second after?
Or bug me and say I am a flooder if, in the first place, it is how those social networking sites work?
I've been one responsible alien when it comes to what I post on the internet.
I've never stepped on anyone, bashed on anyone, nor berated anyone online.
Or maybe a few. Ones who fairly need lambasting. Bitches and assholes who deserve my words.
If you scumbags and gits hate what I tweet or post then damn it! Stay away from my page!!!!
Ciao!
Labels:
fuck you assholes and bitches
I hate that I've learned to hate
I've been complaining every little thing lately and I hate it when I hate something.
Like, I don't know how to appreciate things in life anymore.
I've never been like this before.
I've never been this bratty and complicated.
I hate the fact that I've learned to hate everything.
I hate it.
Like, I don't know how to appreciate things in life anymore.
I've never been like this before.
I've never been this bratty and complicated.
I hate the fact that I've learned to hate everything.
I hate it.
Never Been Easy
I am having a hard time dealing with words!!!
Why is this so hard for me??
Gaaaah!
Why is this so hard for me??
Gaaaah!
Labels:
words
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
I TRY TO THINK AS MUCH AS MY BRAIN WOULD LET ME..
For my post tonight, I'll make it short and sweet and simple.
Well, I don't really have any thought in mind at the moment,
just plain crazy about having to post something.
When I created this site of mine,
I promised myself to blog as many as I can everyday. I did, I guess.
But losing my laptop changed that philosophy.
When I had it around, writing was a piece of cake. I can write anytime, anywhere.
It's not just the same anymore.
Don't get me wrong. You might question my ability to write.
Saying, a writer can always write with his/her brain alone.
Well, dear darlings, a writer cannot.
Writer's have different techniques.
One can do papers and pens whilst others can't move their hands without their keyboards and monitors.
I join the latter.
My brain freezes when I'm not in front of my big white flat screen.
I just can't.
I tried to write the traditional way and boy did I do no justice.
50 words and that's all I have on hard copy.
I love to write, it's my newfound craze. Like my super power.
I can write my whole life and still enjoy it.
It's one of the few things I love and like and can live for the rest of my life.
But then, however, people are so different they do things their own way.
Anyone can write in anyway possible. Find where you're most comfortable on pouring out those juices.
Well, I don't really have any thought in mind at the moment,
just plain crazy about having to post something.
When I created this site of mine,
I promised myself to blog as many as I can everyday. I did, I guess.
But losing my laptop changed that philosophy.
When I had it around, writing was a piece of cake. I can write anytime, anywhere.
It's not just the same anymore.
Don't get me wrong. You might question my ability to write.
Saying, a writer can always write with his/her brain alone.
Well, dear darlings, a writer cannot.
Writer's have different techniques.
One can do papers and pens whilst others can't move their hands without their keyboards and monitors.
I join the latter.
My brain freezes when I'm not in front of my big white flat screen.
I just can't.
I tried to write the traditional way and boy did I do no justice.
50 words and that's all I have on hard copy.
I love to write, it's my newfound craze. Like my super power.
I can write my whole life and still enjoy it.
It's one of the few things I love and like and can live for the rest of my life.
But then, however, people are so different they do things their own way.
Anyone can write in anyway possible. Find where you're most comfortable on pouring out those juices.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
FACEOUT FACEBOOK
Come March and the wealthiest social networking site FACEBOOK will face out. Millions of people are furious, I am kind of overwhelmed though, but I am fine. My only worry is the tons of photos I have uploaded and saved in on my account in facebook. Where will I transfer it now? Fudge!
Of course this article was a hoax.
Of course this article was a hoax.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
I AM HURTING
not only you can't sleep
not only you is bothered
not only you is crying
not only you is scared
I am too. . .
If only I can turn back time
If only I can move mountains
If only I can have what you're feelin'
I would gladly bear it for you. . .
I have always prayed for your wellness
I have always prayed for your health
If only I get into your place,
I would exchange mine for you.
not only you is bothered
not only you is crying
not only you is scared
I am too. . .
If only I can turn back time
If only I can move mountains
If only I can have what you're feelin'
I would gladly bear it for you. . .
I have always prayed for your wellness
I have always prayed for your health
If only I get into your place,
I would exchange mine for you.
I AM HURTING
a mother's love is unending, unconditional and undying.
how i wish a daughter's love is the same...
how i wish a daughter's love is the same...
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