bye bye

things come and go
they really do hit you in the sec, and left you at the rack
then,
as if it has never happened, never happened,

things come and go,
people i meet, animals i greet, friends i seek, lover i ditch
they just never stay put, never stay put,

things come and go,
they never come back, never look back, never regret
just keep moving forward, never backward,
moving forward, looking toward
those things that never happened, never happened
never stay put, never stay put...

holiday mode

kicks in

with nothing specifically for me to do at this instance.
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bored max~
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oh right, i still owe my prof some analysis  =.=

and some

if i'm as active as i am in blogging to FBing

i think i would prolly earn 10 times more in FB than blogging.

coz i wud procrastinate in writing, and i bet no diligent die-hard blogger would leave their space unattended for 3 months in a row.

10 reasons why i suck at being a blogger: 


1) i talk less think more now.


2) think more but can't think for gist to blog.


3) i had something else to do. much more of importance than to sit in front my PC.


4) nothing amuses me . really. either that i ain't got no muses.


5) i'm a private person (at this instant i'm typing this) 


6) i'm not in dire need of cash from ads


7) can't- get - the-words- out


8) diary hates me. i hate diary.


9) i hardly snap pics whenever i go. even when i do, i never uploaded it.


10) i can't even come up with the 10th reason to end this. 

srsly



are all old men as despo as they seem?

i think they should omit the skirt altogether so they could sleep on twats