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Dear Blogsters ,I adore writing . If i didn't , I wouldn't have a Blog .
Each of my stories has an array of somewhat interesting & beautiful characters .
Some sane , some normal , but most of them are just downright cuckoo .
Even so , I can't help but feel emotionally attached to each character I write about .
And love them all to death . Some more than others .
I also hope I manage to portray each character *as well as my own* flawlessly .
I write to let my feelings out as well as to share my life's stories .
Hoping others would care to see it from a wacko writer's point of view .
As well as enjoy it .
xoxo
Sunday, May 18, 2014 1:29 AM
Twits & Ages ~
As of not so lately, I rarely ever go on Twitter. Even if I do, it's to tweet my own tweets or follow other people. The reason for this is that every time I scroll through the numerous tweets, I somehow or rather always stumble upon something politically related. Not even kidding. I always cringe then totally regret ever checking out other people's tweets. It just completely irks me & I don't know. If it's not something involving politics, then there's some tweet about something that's just downright offensive. I mean, come on! There has to be some sort of limit on the Internet. And don't even get me started on FaceBook. Although, it has mellowed down a little over there. Regardless, why do I follow these people?!
Humans.
Hey, hey. I've got a joke.
Why are girls so odd? Because they can't even!
Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!
*wipes tear*
*clears throat*
Moving on.
Looking at my last post, I've just realised something completely embarrassing. It turns out that I've been spelling deferring as differing this whole bloody time. I mean, seriously, those are two completely different meanings! And I've been spelling it as such for every darn post that mentions me deferring! What a joke.
Ooh, a couple of days ago, the best friend just turned 19 years old. I don't know about you, but I think 19 is a weird age to be. I mean, when you're 18, you kind of feel like you're eligible enough to acquire certain perks. Plus, you're pretty much an adult. What with finally leaving school. At 19 though, it's pretty. . . Meh. It's like, you're stuck as still being a "teen", but you haven't reached 20 yet. Kinda like an age limbo?
What am I even saying.
So, Happy Belated 19th, Banana! *throws confetti at you*
This has been mentioned plenty of times, but you have been my first friend & later best friend in secondary school, & I'm so ridiculously blessed to be able to call you one. I remember all the ups, especially all the downs *and boy, was that moment in our lives the most screwed up ever* & everything in between! Sure we've drifted apart every once in awhile, but we always somehow or rather gravitate back towards each other. You are the most ridiculous, loud, crazy, amazing, bestest person I've had the pleasure of knowing. Words cannot describe how thankful & lucky I am to have you in my life. Seriously though, you're just the bomb! Regardless of what other people might say. Not that I'm saying there are people who say things about you, it's just a figure of speech.
Love you, Banana.
*sigh*
Pretty sure I've mentioned this in pretty much most of my posts, but I do so terribly miss my friends. This sucks.
Oh well. Until the day comes where we'll finally meet up with each other, I'll just sit here like a little hermit & continue on with my not-so-interesting life. Gosh, I'm a sad little twerp. Meh.
xoxo