cheeeem? i think not.

before carrying on, i must address some problems or rather, complaints.

there have been complaints telling me that my posts are too chim? which is weird? because i don't think it's cheem? it's just weird and boring because it's just, well, simply put, me. or more like the the thoughts in my head. thoughts don't always don't come out nicely on paper, let alone on some bright laptop screen at two in the morning(at this time of the day, the letters[while being typed out] look like little ants that are in a hurry. which, if you want my opinion, is not very cool. so yeah, it's not cheem. it's just random nonsense spouting from the back of my head. or brain. or whatever is up there.

and sometimes, there's just no flow. why, you ask? well, for one, there are distractions all over the house. tv, mum/dad, the weekly line dancing classes downstairs, etc. it's hard to write with all these around. y'know, it's like when something strikes you and you've got inspiration to write something. you just wanna get it all typed out before something gets in your way(i don't know, your mum asking you to wash dishes or something to that effect). but alas, like what they always say about the best laid plans, they all come to nought. so you end up doing something that you don't want to do and there's only one thing in your head; to just finish the damned post from where you last stopped. but when you sit your tired ass down on that hard-ass wooden chair, you suddenly realise that you've forgotten everything. yeap, everything. and you remember nothing. nada, zip, zero. and it's times like these you go like faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrk(censorship at work here, lest i get flagged).

oh fark, where was i(i just got a message!)?! oh right. so it's stupid little things like that just mess up my train of thought and just screws the flow of my posts these days. it ain't cheem, it's just terrible. it's like abstract art mann. you go to mac's and squeeze some chilli sauce on the table(splat!) and it looks like a real awesome mess. you take some curry sauce and put lil' lines on the side to make the red spot look like the sun and 'em lil' brown lines to look like the rays of the sun. and you call it abstract art. everyone is too polite too tell you it looks like crap so they just pretend to celebrate your amazing feat. everyone knows it's bunk, especially the auntie who has clean up after you. well, i guess this analogy kinda applies here. it ain't cheem or anything like that, it's just bad. period.