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I am writing this, I have less than 48 hours to my first business final for this
year. Yet this is still not prompting me to study harder, like all my brainy
classmates. Why is this? The
answer is something, I'm afraid is a bit shocking, if not horrendous in others
eyes. Have
you ever heard of TV junkies, people who spend days on end watching everything
from infomercials to Ricki Lake and do nothing but that? Or how about the ones
addicted to chocolate? Chocolate Junkies? Ever
binged on chocolate when you were meant to be on a diet, then felt really sick
to the stomach after wards, not to mention, guilty? I
have. But I'm afraid, not on chocolate. On something far, far worse and harder
to rid of. God knows I've tried. But I can't seem to shake it… it's like a
magnetic force, and I'm drawn to it every time I think I'm cured. Do
you guys know what I'm going on about? If
not, here it goes… I
am a Backstreet Junkie. Yes, I am nineteen and I cannot get enough of them… It
is actually quite sad. The
other night I hopped online to get a couple of Uni notes off the web, but lo and
behold, I got distracted by the Boys when I get to my email. I spent three hours
on the net (after twelve, I might add) just drooling. Then when I got off at
about three thirty in the morning, I couldn't sleep. So I studied for another
two hours, falling asleep at about five thirty, when my dad left for work. Australia's
tabloids for the teen market has hit a major drought of Backstreet down here.
I
mean there are NO and I emphasise
NO mags down here that have enough of the
Boys. So
on Sunday, when I went to buy the paper after church, I saw it. The
unmistakable smirk of Nick Carter, AJ flanking him on one side wearing a
ridiculously patterned white bandana tied to his head and trademark sunnies.
Kevin looked everything a Versace model should be (despite being married for
about a year now) and Brian and Howie looked everything women would want from a
real man now days. They
were on the cover of Teen, an American magazine, not offered for publication in
Australia. I didn't buy the magazine. Instead I bought one that girls (excuse
me, women) my age pour over, with fashion tips, bargain buys from Nine West,
Review and Pilgrim, preaching which way is the best way to masturbate and get
the most out of your sex life. I'm
ashamed to admit, I'm not interested in any of these things. All I wanted to
know was what Brian, AJ, Nick, Kevin and Howie said backstage to the Teen
reporter. So
two days later, I went back to buy it. I
don't believe I'm a "teeny bopper". Sure, I get excited when I hear
about their upcoming concert and if there is something good on the radio about
them (ie they appear on Rick Deez or NBC Today) I will tape it and listen. When
I went back to Hong Kong during my summer holiday (in the land Down Under, it's
from about December to March, depending on when your exams finish) I went out of
my way to buy their Backstreet's Back VCD and their Premier Concert. But like I
tell you, there's a void in the Aussie market of them. I
love everything Backstreet. My sister thinks I'm nuts… I've still got their
posters lined on the walls and I don't buy the magazine, unless they're on it
(rare, I dare say), but that’s just to save money…. I'm not about to waste
four-fifty on a magazine I don't wanna read. My
sister has torn down all her Freddie Prinze Jr, Devon Sawa, Matthew Marsden
posters off her walls. She reckons she too old for them. She
just turned sixteen last month. It’s
a shock what Backstreet can do to you. My
confession is over…. Cookies
n' Crème, n' everything Backstreet Saya |
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