small talk

...after sixteen goddamn days, 98 chapters (minus the acknowledgements, epilogue and the afterthought), new vocabularies and myriad seconds wasted...,


its with great laud to say that i am somehow relieved!   


as stated on my earlier posts, i've bought a book. or at least i thought so. it turns out to be random waffling scribbled on pieces of paper which unorthodoxly binded into a book. and so i bitched about it. great deal. 


and so after endured sixteen days of sheer boredom and uneven brain cells distribution, i am literature-ly challenged. i can't tell the difference between a good book and a piece of shit anymore! jeez. ok maybe not. but right now, all i can tell is that one of them definitely came out through the ass although i'm not sure whether its the former or latter. but heck, a good artwork is all about the magic of captivating viewers, in this case, readers. retrospectically,if it captivates you, then hell yea its good. 


some would argue that a true writer is a writer who writes what readers would want to read and proceeds to show the whole world his/her face. later on, confetti and champagnes are popped and it all rain upon the writer for selling millions of copies planetwide. then, everyone jumps on to the speeding bandwagon and get themselves a copy of that bullshit just because the aforementioned writer is famous and gotten himself/herself a well-paid-ass-kisser publisher. now that would be fucked, wouldn't it?


a true writer, ladies and gentlemen, ...a true artist, a true believer in art in the sense of word is a writer who writes what he/she wants to write. writes what he/she believes in and most important, writes what the heart speaks. what the soul asks for. and what the body can deliver. with no bullshit in between, or much less anywhere near it. 


you see, why would anyone writes something people want to see? what if suddenly we were capitulated with our own demands until we can't give no more? what if we don't know what to want anymore? then what the hell you guys gonna write about then? asking for more, for dummies? i dont think so.


a true writer sparkles. surprises. shines. amazes. and of course, captivates us in a way we never expected, heard of or even dreamed of before. yes without a doubt the rarity is rather extravagant, but it happens. and when it does, we will all be blown away....


...all with the magic of captivating readers.


"your book not captivating you?"
-of course it doesn't! wait till i write one myself. because i write for i to read. not for the world...