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Sunday, April 3, 2011
BAD VIBES
Reading my blog, I realized that almost all of my entries are about rants, complications and negative vibes.
And that is, without a doubt, unacceptable.
So from now on and the entries comin,
I promise that I will try my hardest to blog positivity, good thoughts and sweet finds.
After all, GOOD VIBES is what this site is all about! :)
Ciao!
And that is, without a doubt, unacceptable.
So from now on and the entries comin,
I promise that I will try my hardest to blog positivity, good thoughts and sweet finds.
After all, GOOD VIBES is what this site is all about! :)
Ciao!
When LOVE SONGS E**ED UP!!!
Love songs and heartbreak songs are just effin annoying.
Hearing it now, unintentionally, is one effed up phase of my life.
I know I am wasting 3 minutes of my effed up life and it's effing disappointing!
And I know I sound bitter but hell! I am bitter!!!
I just let some asshole broke my healthy heart and I am halfway through on my way to the recovery room.
WTH?! I hate love songs!!!
Thank God, baby makin month is so over now!
World is doing its work, helping me heal.
Hearing it now, unintentionally, is one effed up phase of my life.
I know I am wasting 3 minutes of my effed up life and it's effing disappointing!
And I know I sound bitter but hell! I am bitter!!!
I just let some asshole broke my healthy heart and I am halfway through on my way to the recovery room.
WTH?! I hate love songs!!!
Thank God, baby makin month is so over now!
World is doing its work, helping me heal.
When a FRIEND becomes a FOE
I have this feeling that one of these days our friendship will be doomed.
Now or never.
Fight or flight.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Now or never.
Fight or flight.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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!
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.
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