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| Goals of the Year:
- Beat best score: 89 (Falls Road)
- Practice patiently/attentively
- Break 85! I can do it!
Best Score:
- Yet to shoot a score I want to post. Check back later...
Birdie Count:
3 - (2009): Par 3 #8 Rattlewood, Par 3 #5 Manor CC, Par 4 #10 Needwood
8 - (2008)
<3 1st Birdie: 3/15/08 Little Bennett #12 par 3
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| I really really wish people blogged a lot more often. OR I really really wish I knew more people who blogged more often. I'm guilty of it. But social networking has killed the blog to an extent because I remember when Xanga used to BE the social networking before Facebook played Risk, and won.
I miss reading people's intelligent, and not-so-intelligent writing because you don't learn too much from Facebook besides snooping into other people's lives via pictures, wall posts, etc. And I doubt that people don't have as much internet time on their hands as they used to because I look at my FB chat list and there are always dozen's of people logged on.
Don't get me wrong I like Facebook, but I don't like that it has turned us into mindless drones of simplicity. Shit, people flipped a pancake when they changed the interface, yet people could always just flee to their blogs where everything is their own. We all could have have had familiarity so easily, but we chose to not lift a finger.
I enjoyed hearing people's opinions on what I wrote about, and the playful banter that is as easily enjoyable in person. There are plenty of people who check in from time to time, but so few of us writer's out there. I created another blog (SHAMELESS PLUG! mdotchang.blogspot.com) in hopes of finding a new community to laugh, cry, and blog with but there I also manage to run into a dearth of wordplay.
I plead that we all blog again not for each other, but write for yourself and you'll be surprised or reminiscent of how satisfying blogging used to be. I can't encourage everyone to make a Blogspot account so we in a sense can start fresh as I plan on doing more actual "blogging" on that account, than Xanga where I just bullshit pretty much. But try to rekindle the love you once had with Xanga because she's always going to do what you say.
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| So today I went to the driving range because it's just so damn nice outside. I won't let school hold me back from enjoying the sunshine. I only skipped Spanish, esta bien. (See I don't need to go.) So this guy sets up next to me. He obviously sucks. Looks like a 6-year-old swinging in a grown man's body. He couldn't hit a wall in front of him if he tried. Anway I'm not here to make fun of him, he was doing something funny. As he hit the ball he would top it and it would just skid on the ground right in front of him. There is no way he could not know he topped the ball because it hit the rocks in front of him and made sounds. Despite all this, he continues to watch the sky as if he hit a 400 yard drive. And he continued to do it.
Pretty funny.
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| Man, Xanga has died. I remember back in the day you could count on reading about 5 or 6 new entries everyday. Almost everyone on my subscriptions list used to write an entry at least once every week or two.
Now only like 6 or 7 people on my subscriptions list write every once in a while. I think that mostly everyone, including myself have become more complacent with reading everyone else's entries instead of writing their own, which is the point of having a blog. It makes me a little sad because i used to be so addicted to xanga, especially circa pre-facebook era.
I had to create a new blog where i will continue my writings in. Writing on xanga makes me feel like i'm talking to a wall. I will leave the silly crap to xanga but if you actually care to read what i have to say, go to http://mdotchang.blogspot.com.
Bye Xanga friends, I'll check in on y'all every once in a while.
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| if you mind your business you'll avoid unnecessary conflict. let those involved dictate whether your concern is acceptable. self serving opinions and concerns for something you don't understand are useless. don't try to feel important, be a friend and just be there.
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