I had deserted my ficpress account for some time, but having been hit by an influx of urges to begin writing again, I thought I'd revisit it. And I was reading a Bio that I wrote several months ago and was severely disgusted at how much of a fucking teeny bopper I sounded like...Let's do this again.
Okay.
I'm basically your average angst-ridden 16 year old teenage girl, therefore, almost nothing I write is probably worth reading.
Not that it would be much use to you (if anyone is reading this), but my name is Jasmeen, but you can call me Jazzo if you want. If "Jasmeen" sounds vaguely Indian, it's because I'm Indian. Even if "Jasmeen" doesn't sound Indian, I'm still Indian.
I like Ireland, chocolate, water, and music, in no particular order. Any kind of music is good (yes, that includes opera) but I prefer rock. Any kind of rock. A couple of my favourite bands/singers (like you care): Rammstein, Megaherz, Gallmucke, The Corrs (sic), Marilyn Manson, Red Hot Chilli Peppers etc
And I HATE Harry Potter. For some reason I thought it was necessary to add that.
...but I'll probably still give in to peer pressure and the relentless demands of marketers and commercialism, and read the two remaining books. That is where it very firmly ends, though.
Keep eatin' that chocolate,
Jazzo
P.S. If you've been bored enough to read this, please go the extra half a kilometre and review something I've done. I live for reviews (even though I know I can't write and any positive comments will just be a reflection of the reviewer's kindness), and I promise I will reciprocate your efforts.
P.P.S. All the stories in my account beneath the divider are old and therefore worse than everything above them, but I'm keeping them cos I'm a sentimental idiot. The only old thing worth reading is probably Ink Drops.
P.P.P.S. Should anyone be kind enough to want to, please add me on MSN. I like meeting new people. No, I don't bite.
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