Soapdish. Wash your hands.

Let me wash my hands. Off this gloomy self.

This blog is becoming to be an ugly archive of my selfish self (despite it being MY blog and I have nothing else to write about) and looking at my old posts makes me realize how screwed up my lifeless life is (and here I am talking exageratingly because 1.) I'm not screwed up and 2.) I am still breathing which technically concludes I am not lifeless).

Yep. What you just read is my written argument with myself.

But really. My posts just gave me a whole lot of creepos and I am very much ashamed. Instead of giving a more positive sparkle at every conclusion I always finish with a bad-assed dead-end. I want to write in a more inspirational viewpoint. Which brings me to a conclusion that my viewpoints are sarcastically non-inspirational because even I, this blog's writer, isn't much inspired while reading what I've made.

Inspirations. On the right track. Getting there. Really getting there.

Anyways, me right now with my not-so pious tongue (letting screwed and ass slip but they're words and we got to use them anyway, with respect to their existence). And I'd probably be using a bit more of them when such expressions are called for. I'll make sure I utilize my bleep cards appropriately.

Some current chronicles:

I want to giggle with a girl whose kilig tweets are constantly popping out of my dashboard. Ah this girl. Is very transparent. And I could imagine her pokerface with her heart bursting on a rampage at the sight of this boy. Should we name this boy? No. That's very, very dangerous!

I have a phlegm-phlegmatic problem and really, my runny nose isn't doing anything to amp up my spirit. Ughh. Why is everyone having colds? (The answer here is evident but really I just like complaining every once in a while) Oh wait. Inspirations. Yes. I managed to eat a bowl of lomi by the way, which is good for the soul, and for the body. And this is weird, I only get the appetite of eating good food ONLY when I'm sick.

Somehow this tinge of sadness reminds me of the feeling of a puppy owner who just lost her puppy. Bring Momo back!

Note to myself:

Double blog. I'm working out ways on how to maximize my domain and my two blogs who's existing with the need of my loving hands to care for them. The main blog on my domain needs a bit of an upkeep, but I guess I'll be writing my career-related posts there. On this side of the world is a more personal escape, somewhere I can blurb my blurbs without caring for the world.

Things to better. Presently, I need to improve my vocabulary and the way of putting things together, and reading new books is like a wonderful short-course for instilling new concepts in this really lazy brain of mine. Any book suggestions?

The next stuff I write here, hopefully, is something better.