ive just realised...all this has come close to about ninety-five..
the thought of it just tickles this heart of mine..haha
yup...only 5 before a decade of gruel post and insubstantial rants bout my low weeded life..
its been years..but i dont regard myself as a blogger..
nope not at all..

i dont spam my blog with tons of vain pictures..
i dont record every single details the things i happen to do..
as a matter of fact..no one realli cares about the way you woke up..or till you close your goddamn eyes..
i dont compose a 1000 essay for a single post..
i dont write grandmother stories..
i dont intend to inform eveyone what ive been up to..its your choice to understand it..
and i dont post for a "10 year old" to read..
of which i found in abundance scattered throughout the blogger world..

i hate people who enact the way i write..seriously..
a despisely imitating copycat is the last thing i want to be breathing down my neck..
those who has no idea of their own..
and those whose choice of words are still at an amature level..
they have nothing but to impersonate ones who they know is IQ-ly superior..
you cant hide..i could see right through in between those lines you wrote..
if you think your tyring too hard..i say just quit it..it doesnt work..
it wont change the fact that you feel humiliated for reality sake.