for word

yoshi’s the nick.
a certified ambivert stinking for 20years.
receptive to ideas of this judgemental world.
a mortal highly infected with the corny-joke syndrome.
finds solace when writing down thoughts.
a spoiled girlfriend.
loves deeply.
a frustrated writer/designer wannabe.
addicted to thinking.
inclined to taking risks.

invited by a questionable sanity.
memories easily tattooed on mind.
experiences weird suicidal tendencies.
craves for so much korean movies. and choco mucho.
dictates music to be an effective attention-diverter.
so much infatuated with still images. dresses. and kikay accesories.
zealously fascinated with dogs.
mood swinger [1 emotion/sec. ^^]
comprises a bizarre skill in writing love letters, aww! [kapal!]

well, i guess that would do..

*snore*

you see,
putting descriptions is really brain racking.
genuine ideas come when you don’t think.

but then,
you don’t need ideas when you don’t think.
you probably need it when you think of it.

darn,
am i making sense here?

sure i am..not.

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On a summer’s day long, long ago, I fell in love and I’ll never know just what it was that made me feel so drawn to him. what appeal that set my pulses so to race when e’er I gazed upon that face of one who was scarce but a child. Yet even then could drive me wild. I’ll never know the how’s and why’s

I lost my heart to Hazel Eyes. But when I got that long sought kiss, I knew I’d found my Perfect Guy. My elfin boy from down the lane And I’ll never let him go.

From this day forward,
You shall not walk alone.
My heart will be your shelter,

And my arms will be your home.