no sugar

hmm, i've become a pretender these past couple of weeks, i know i still need a heart transplant and a kidney donor to make it three. i hope it will make me more bato (harder) and newer for the days to come. i miss my bed more often now, although i prefer to sleep on my banig. i become lazy too. hmm, i sounded like im confident for my slow life here. anyway, before my random thought stops whistling random expression, i shall type as fast as i can to catch it up. i remember from one of the seminars i attended about being an executive, before you made a speech or do a presentation or write a letter, you should condition yourself, begin to imagine yourself inside the situation and write how ideas .. thoughts come in front of your senses. then make your first draft, edit it then edit it again for the final output. i remember all you can also have a friend edit it for you. aw!

but i will not do that here. this place lets me express on my own little ways how random my weak side is that is thoughts. yeh, personal thoughts.

ahh, this time i made a title first before going for its content. now, staring at the topic i made is like putting a gun on my head, but im assured that it has no bullet, hehe. going back from the topic, i first intended to post that i will refrain from going too deep discussing about my blood pressure and my heart problems. i will stay away from putting more bandages on my stitches and burns i had anymore, i pray. aside from this reason (usually unacceptable), this is the song that plays in the background this cold sunday morning...

no sugar! .. you are my candy girl and you got me wanting you..