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| I believe that many people have reasons why they write in diaries/journals/blogs.:P Hey, I can even list some of those here pretty easy: 1."I just love writing. It's my hobby." 2.I think too much. If I don't do something really constructive and productive about it, I am afraid that my poor head will soon explode!*big evil grin* 3."I write better than I talk, and I don't feel like wasting other people's precious time listening (and waiting impatiently) to my stutterings. That's awfully embarrassing!" 4."Not everybody in the world can always accept brutal honesty. That's what I am truly aware of." 5."I feel that the world is slowly lacking sympathy.:( Still, you know what to do when nobody bothers to at least spend a little time to listen to your problems." 6."I can be my own heroine in my own storybook!";D 7.... ...and the list could go on forever. However, I'd like to sum it all up with my own reason these days: "This is my way of keeping my sanity." ......................... *big evil grin* Yes, people. That's right. I am seriously addicted to writing. This has been my therapy. You may and may not like what I write in here. That is truly up to you. Besides, I am just here to present my point of view. So, welcome to my world. The Author |
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*deep sigh* It's been the longest couple of days. I'll try to write the whole things down here. Two nights ago, Monica from SPICE! finally called me. She said the financial staff couldn't transfer my money (for my published short story in their last month's issue), because my account was inactive. I sort of panicked and couldn't sleep well that night.:O Yesterday was another catering order and...Mom's birthday!:D Menti, my brother, and I had gone to buy a chocolate cake for her from a shop at Jl.Jambu in Menteng, and then we headed to "Daeng Tata" (a Makassarian restaurant) for lunch. I should've ordered the same grilled ribs like they did, because my noodles tasted rather...yucky.:| Maybe next time, when Nick visits After that, I rushed to the bank. Thank God it didn't take long to have my old account re-activated. Then I texted Monica's cellphone number, suggesting her to try transferring again. Seconds later, she suddenly called: "Err...I thought you'd come to my office to get your money here." .......................... ??? *giggles* Finally, I just told her: "Umm, you didn't notify me about that." "Oh, okay." Oh, well.:P Since last night, I've stayed over at Emir's in Buncit, Mampang Prapatan, They want me to come again for an interview at ten on Monday --- at the same place.:D The Author | ||
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