Ode to a Writer and his Tool of work...

For me, what works best is inspiration...something or someone has to arouse the philosophical side of me and that passionate writer somewhere deep down there within moi...i hope people dont keep their disatnce after reading this statement...but, i still havent brushed my teeth!!...yes, its 10 in the morning, and im all weary eyed and stinky breathed!..dads left for work...and the first thing i do is turn on the radio and swicth on my lappie...God bless, for i think im slowly, secrectly getting addicted to this marvellous but yet evil piece of work..(im referring to the laptop)..i doubt ill be able to survive without it, though im reely trying my best, atleast i think i am(!)...but its like coffee for the workaholics and drugs for the depressed...i need it...right, now im worried!!! well...i guess its a temptation ill just have to learn how to resist...that is, once my folks are here and literally shove me off the chair, till then its all mine!! muhahah :P...
Song by James Morisson is playing right now on the radio, the pieces dont fit anymore or something like that...call me gay, but i like his songs...they seem real and he seems to be like those kind of artists who really know their music and doesnt make music for publicity and fame sake...unlike some very sad individuals who have now unecessary invaded the music industry..lets not name them, just for the sake of those who happen to be devout fans of them....alright moving on, actually i dont know where to....i havent even given a title to this post...i dont know what to write on...i was just struck on the head by an invisible arrow sent flying across from the writer's cupid, no, not the cupid who works for the love between two beings but the cupid who belives in the love between a writer and his tool, which right now, is the keyboard :P....yes, and where came along this sudden inspiration...well, this morning i was introduced to a blog recommended by a friend and was i spellbound or what!! absolute brilliance, open sarcasm, talent and nothing but the truth, the blog itself had so much character...so i guess thats wat got me started...
I reely appreciate people or rather kids like us who write with so much enthusiasm and feeling...to be able to put your emotions into words for all to read and acknowledge, almost like a song, its a brave thing...ive been through a lot these few months, not the very best of times...im sure most of you could hint that out from my previous posts....but at last i felt good...ive let it all out for the whole world to know....its a relief and that is the beauty of writing...no matter what language or script...its the written form of yourself...each part of you put down in words...and so i think more of us should be encouraged to start to writing, whether by blogging or just writing essays and compositions in class or diary entries....i think ive found a title for my post..i shall stop here, hoping like how i got inspired, some of you are too..chow then...i think its time for nice hot glass of milk...