A Writer's Note

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A NOTE NOT FROM THE SO-CALLED WRITER BUT
FROM A GOOD SAMARITAN WHO HAPPENED TO PASS HER BY

Eh... the so-called writer seems to have lost her ability to write, as proven by the non-descriptive visuals that those three-period series may or may not offer you. Me, I am a nobody, I just happened on the non-writing writer while she's tapping the keyboard of the computer shop's server, which I happen to adore, so in my not-so-well-thought-of attempt to save the keyboard and rid the shop of a nuisance, I cajoled her to let me do the yapping (technically, I am typing, but I am, really, yapping just the same, well, I function like that, it works for me, not that I need to explain or you need to know, it's just that I am obsessive-compulsive like this, hurhur). So yeah, I'm here, doing this writer's note, err, nonsense, without any idea as to why I need to, seriously, does this writer wannabe that far out on reality, thinking that she has readers to attend to? I mean, seriously!

Oh well, as brilliant and as beauty queen-ish I think I am, I know that I need to have at least a minor flaw, nobody should be perfect, that's kinda like super unfair to those who are not-so-blessed, and I am totally for that, so yeah, be ready for this, writing is not my forte. Aaah, I just had to be here at the wrong time *mentally rolling eyes at herself*.

So anyway, this is the best I can come up with at this time (or any other time, I wouldn't know though and I kind of do not want to know, hurhur), don't get me wrong, I still don't believe that she *cautiously pointing at the dazed woman beside me with my uber kissable lips* have to go and make an effort to address her non-existent readers, but if that's her thing, I'll let her be. I do float on my own bubble from time to time so if this is her pink chimera, who am I to deny her. Come to think of it, I think my chimera comes in rainbow colors, aah, what a pretty!

This will, like, bruise my ego for a good thirty minutes, but I need to say it - I distressingly suck at this... so I'll stop, let's limit the agony into a minimum. I need a favor though (I'm kinda like pretending that a person, a real, human being and not-the-robotic-spammers the internet is corrupted with is going to read this), don't go snitching on me, let the woman beside me believe that I had written a masterpiece of sorts here so she can be all happy and fulfilled. Dare and I'll hunt you down, hahaha, I'm kidding, I'm made out of sugar and spice and everything nice, I'm like Bubbles, Buttercup and Blossoms rolled into one sans the superpowers and obviously, better looking.

So yeah, have a good life people! Go and be merry!




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Hahaha, to those who didn't get the sickening humor (you have no idea (*_*)v) and the ultimate message of the note, I AM ON HIATUS until the Earth stop rotating on its axis like a hundred times faster. You see, I think my Earth is spinning and not just rotating, I'm seriously dizzy.

So long... *waving*


P.S.

Just kidding *chuckles*, I'll be posting soon...

Expiration Date

Call me a pessimist but I've always believe that love has an expiration date.

There is always a reason why boyfriends and girlfriends break up, why some men or women get jilted on the altar, why a decade-long marriage crumble, why my, yours or our parents split up and succumb to divorce or any legal means of separation; one simple reason, there is no love everlasting.

Don't get your hopes up, just because Cinderella found her Prince Charming doesn't mean it lasted, the author never really let us in on what happened after they got married, right? Don't get any ideas, just because your neighbor marries her childhood sweetheart doesn't mean they will last forever, they may just be those few chosen ones whose love have a longer shelf life. Don't be fooled, just because a friend of yours has been happily married for a few years doesn't mean it will last, give them a few more years and you'll see what I mean. And don't be mistaken, just because you're in love today doesn't mean you'll be eternally, I'm giving you a year or two max.

Call me a pessimist if you must, but love REALLY has an expiration date.

You think, the grandmas and grandpas that live together till they die stayed because of undying love for each other, nah, they do it for companionship. You think, that hardworking moms and dads live together for the longest time because they still feel tingly when they are near each other, no sirree, they do it for the kids. You think, battered (insert names here, i.e, wives, girlfriends) stay with their partners because of love never-ending, nope, it's because of their stupidity and masochistic tendencies. You think, you are staying in your current relationship or your marriage because you are in love, nah-ah, you are staying because it is comfortable and you've grown dependent on it.

You see, love never stays, it lingers for a while like an anesthetic but eventually, it fades.

Call me a pessimist if you still wanna, but I'm telling you LOVE has an EXPIRATION DATE.

I am not telling you to sans away from love and relationships, oh God, please don't be a naive reader and think that, I am just giving you an itty-bitty dosage of reality. Fall in love, experience all the hullabaloo, happiness, sadness, madness, anger-ness (teehee) and all that, just be smart cause no one can fall forever, you have to land back on reality, sooner or later, that's the law of gravity.

Now repeat after me, LOVE HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE.


Oh yeah, before any of you get sassy on me, I want to reiterate that I am talking about love between a man and a woman (same sex love affairs is also considered *grins*). Don't go raining on my parade with the love of God, love of mother to her child crap because hello, I also know that, okie *smiles*.

One more thing, please no haters, I don't wanna hate you back...

How's that for my first official 2011 post?