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Web 2.0

I changed my mind about writing a separate blog focused on my goals. I'm having a hard time maintaining this one as it is; other efforts should be focused on more financially-rewarding ventures. Help me come up with one. :)

Anybody needs a freelance writer who would rather not get into too technical writing?

I'm seriously considering relocating, maybe within the country first, after I graduate. I need to spread my wings and prepare to fly, butterfly.

I just wish I knew which industry to jump to. Right now, I'm all excited with the possibilities the internet offers. What kind of jobs are available for creative writers in this industry?

I found an interesting video on Web 2.0 on YouTube. Check it out!

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