What I thought things will be before I met you?
I thought am lost,
I thought I left all alone...
I lost faith in love
But you made me believe that the is always a way for broken hearts.

When I first  saw you..
I glanced on you as if it was superglue that holds our eyes,
Truth is it wasn't superglue
It was just super you.
Handsome of mine.
You are my all in one package..
I found something inside of you I thought I will never find..
Handsome of mine...handsome of mine...
Bravo babe...you handsome.
Handsome of mine.

Creator creates men
Then men creates problem
Did you notice that all of our problems begin with men?
Men-tal Anxiety
Men-tal   Breakdown
Men-strual cramps
Men-opause
Where the is a men the is a problem
The is a problem where the is man!!!

Everywhere you go,
Here i am Facebook,YouTube, and Twitter
Is me this and that.
So here we go ,

What is social?  mmmm you understand it better,
so will i be wrong if i say  SOCIAL  means SO SHY?
So shy to express in mouth...
Then YouTube? nice you correct.
And i think is YOU  TABE.

So FACEBOOK? Yeah you right
In my book is FACE BLOCK.
You always block people to see your face by nodding your head down.

All the answers was based on how we use social medias.
They are very helpful in a way that i cannot talk to my room wall
But FACEBOOK is the only place where it's acceptable to talk to a  wall.
It is very good to socialize,not to sacrifies our sleep.
Too much time on social medias IS NOT GOOD!!!
The focus should be on how to be SOCIAL,not on how to SOCIAL,
One day  YOUtube,TWITter and FACEbook will combine and be called
YOUtwitFACE
Better be safe than sorry!!
Avoid being ashamed...

i owe someone something,
Some  thing to someone is what i owe.
i don't how to pay my payments,but maybe i should pay attention.
i owe somebody,i owe someone,
i  owe him something,something so big,something so real!!!!
i feel a very unusual sensation,
if it is not indigestion it must be gratitude.
All that he had done,just to see me happy.
i owe him,my darling,admirer,lover,something.
He is like a BRA,,,
Hard to find the one that fits me well
But always provides support and
Holds me tight and always close to my heart.

You have no choice..but to eat me
I know you hate my smell
Because when you cook  me
Those who enter the corridor will smell me too.
Some hates me because I live in a pool of blood called sauce.
You can cook me different ways but my taste will remain the same.

Who am I?
I am TIN FISH