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Hello there audience, strangers or not.



First things first...
Hello there audience, strangers or not. 
with all due respect and with arms wide open for critics...
i would like to make a disclaimer...

 1. hello this is my blog, i know this is not private and all...but please. hold your breathe and just succumb to the pain killers that you might asked me before finishing off entries here (ask me for Tylenols i have a bottle in my drawer)... because reading my post might or will certainly give you head aches...because of this reasons: the font *yeah a bit girly than usual* , the grammar (well hello there grammar whore or grammar bastard..this isnt an academic paper for gods sake mind your own fucking tenses.

 2. the word is FREEDOM. here in my blog, just for disclaimer's sake...i will. whether you like it or not...i will certainly write any topic or subject i want, whether it be about someone i know... (which might be or might not be you... hello? don't freaking assume that you know HIM/HER or whatever... coz it is I, who only know who the hell i'm talking about...

 3. anything i will say or do here... is not intended to hurt or to be misinterpret... you cant simply make do whatever i say here... this is not a column or a blind item corner of some lame gossipy stuff news paper in Hollywood, that you can use as reference or a medium for libel (f*ck it mongers)

 4. please refer to no. 1, 2 and 3. as they say MIND your OWN business, scratch your own GALIS.

 so if you intend to make fun or to use this against me... well good-luck to you assuming creature, the X sign at the corner of this window is for you to take and press. CLOSE it. end the program. do whatever you want. just dont make do my own work. 
love,

 N.

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