random word vomit.

Being bounded by high school way of writing essays,yes that is how i write.well,my friend categorize me that way in every post that i have written so far.having its strict introduction,body and closing paragraph.well,i would like to think otherwise but baby,its fact *talking to myself*.Even the introductory to this post i have scripted it into my head for the last 5 minutes,walking up and down the stairs of my cream coloured home,together with all the rough ideas to the contents that follows later on.

is it wrong to be me?i think,plan and well vomit the product that i wanna see.it have been my way of thinking.they say to be able to write good,write about something that u know.well,come to think of it,i just dont know a lot of things,even my diary of "the things that i do today" that was written in the frontal lobe of my brain was full of blurrish images of me walking, sleeping and starring in front of the laptop.and even sometimes i tell people stories about myself,i'm just makking assumptions,assumptions that are not even constant.like a variable or an unknown that is present in the equation of my life.

as i sit here,typing my words out,i just wish that im such a good writer.to be able to describe the perfect colour combination of yesterday's sunset,to be able to picture the human emotion as if they were so easy to be read.i don't know the creative process of a writer,how thier creative juices flow from their cerebral cortex to the neurons innervating thier fingers giving them signals to type to thier keyboards.did they write in an impulse or is it planned?do each common words understood by commoners like you and me scribbled and replaced by words suiting thier degree in yale or what not so that it will be grand and astonishing.

as i bulimic-ally just vommited the words,forcing my brain to think harder,i pictured this post to be epic.picture it to be inspiring and influencing to the readers that reads my blogs to say "HAH!I should write like him".well,that epicness just have to wait since i just wrote digital rubbish into this column.even i dont know the purpose of this chunky bits of word dirrohea*enuff with the vommit already*

*hi-5 for a random note*

dreams.

i wanna live a dream,and continue dreaming,and even live with it.i'm always impressed on how a writer could capture a single moment in time,and put it in words.words that are as simple as having a toasted bread with peanut butter and jelly in the morning, composed it becomes epic and grand.But while having those grand appraisal from me,he still keep in check of reality,,as real as you and me.

"We stared at each other, and in that moment, I swear we were infinite, or only I." - chicken shit-

new products

after clearing out most of my acne problems and oily skin with some dry skin traces,my kiehls ultra facial clenser finished its last blow of medicinal care for my skin.

and after reaching home,with no money to by a new one,i cleanse my face with the acai toner using cotton from my mom's leftover stock.after days of peeling off the "daki" over my face and neck i boughtthe safi gamat just to fill the requrements of my clensing facial routine.

along with this i bought myself my long awaited rexonamen quantum spray deoderent even my rexonamen V8 medival way of deoderenting*(i mean roll on) dint finish cuz i love the scent of this grey-ish green little sprayng monstah.so thats it.

after exposing some of my shtuffves on the net,now i feel like a whore.HA

oh god,,i love him and her

old songs,made cover.and dude,,its a super cool one.one icecool eskimo pacific cool.



and with that,karmincovers u deserve my 1.5 thumbs up for making me swayin'
*(like i have the rights to rate someone,harhar)