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Yes. I confess. I am an addict.

so, the title is passe. the words "confess" or "confession", and using "addict" to some trivial things are one of the silliest 'techniques' (if you'd call them that) in writing personal information while trying to sound witty. whatever.

but well. i am an addict. extremely addicted. to blog-making ofcourse. in a week i've made three blogs already, and i'm just a newbie in this field of technological advantage and digital aesthetic.

my newest one would be bottledfart00.blogspot for jasmine. it's really cute and pastel-color-y.

aside from blog making, i've also developed an addiction to music. gawd, it took long for that to completely form itself, don't you think? i mean as a typical teenager, by these time i'm expected to, like, memorize the twist and turns of music industry. or whatever genre it is apt at tickling my fancy at the very least.

but LimeWire4.10.9 TM diminished my ignorance pop-culture-wise. yahoo for me.

posted by yours truly on 10:26 PM

vintage poest II

to my dear dudettes,

i need you to catch me right now. you are the back bone of my high school life. i need the blanket called 'sobsterz' to cover me up and protect ne from whatever chilly breeze the summer rain brings.

i need you to back me up. do whatever is needed to cheer me up. a three-hour coffee break, tazina, hair spa, shopping, dance night, house party, dissing people in the street, girl talk... whichever... you know what i need.

calling all sobsters. ur girl friend is in the verge of breaking down. do your job, heroines.

from your ditzy fashionista, who's going through a pathetic 'heart break',
macci-licious.12

.....

an except from macci.blogspot.com on Wednesday, May 25, 2005. i miss my sobster community. i really do, right now.

posted by yours truly on 12:57 AM

hoppers

aside from being an ultima puto, another vice i have is my obsession of blog-hopping. maybe i should actually be a psychologist instead of an advertiser, bacause i love anyalysing the architecture of people's mind.

but what i think i would like the best is to be a writer. why? i don't know really, but i have considered it a passion. i aim for the fervor of writing endlessly. romantic words consume me.

can I write? what do you think? do you think this will get me somewhere someday when i grow up and face reality?

that's the problem! it most probably won't. so just drop it.

posted by yours truly on 12:56 AM

childhood lit dream

what does it take to be a good and successful writer?

a good writer needs to be oh-so-focused on what shes doing and not having anything to go on around her. most passionate writers are gloomy, depressed, negative characters who have enriched some kind of suicidal tendency . take shakespeare for example. is there a doubt of his abnormal attraction to killing of his main characters one by one? atleast he does it in the most romantic fashion.

well, nah. some serious writers aren't that, umm, goth. if they aren't, they're extremely intellectual. braniacs who use the most profound of words.
but me? i just happen to like writing. yeah, like. you know, the kind of mad passionate ardour that i'll never experience with anything else. the kind of fervor that's dangerously obsessive. to put things simply, im in looooove with writing.

"a writer is born, not made."

what if i wasnt born a writer? what if i was just influenced by my nerd-of-a-friend company? and what is this 'writer's soul' they all keep on rubbing on my face? do i have that?

there are so many good writers out there. a handful of them are phenomenal. out of a thousand so who have pursued writing, no matter how passionate, striving, true or intellectual most of them are, about only less than a hundred have made it. there's a verrry little guarantee that i'll get through.

what do i have to do, then? do i have to imitate chun sue, the author of "beijing doll", who according to todays newspaper has written her novel when she was in the fresh age of 17 and had it published two years later. i'm almost 17, you know! well, heck.. i haven't so much written for the school paper yet to call anything a start, unless of course you consider the time when i was in second grade and passed a rhyme about christmas, which to my furry is less than irrelevant.

this doesn't even mean anything. all i have is this blog. and i consider it serious work. kinda. i mean, i do consume a little less than an hour for long and well-though articles (unlike this one). that's being serious, is it not????

"if you do something that interests you, atleast one person is pleased."
"to be successful, the first step is to fall in love with your job."

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