I am back!
I know I haven’t been putting my thoughts into words lately. Well, it’s not that I’ve stopped feeling what I feel, stopped thinking what I think. Blame this stupid java script (or whatever techie name u call it). It wouldn’t let me post an entry in pink (or for that matter, any colour other than plain black!) I’d rather let my thoughts fading away (I know they will come knocking at my front door again, anyway) than to post a colourless entry. That wouldn’t match my world for every single thing is my own litte world has its colour, its very own smell, own voice and own heart!
Now that the colourful fonts are back… in another words, I’m back 
Jeff loves to tease me about keeping my private life out in the open here. According to him (something along the line), I am exposing my life to any Tom, Dick and Harry. I can’t agree more with him BUT I can’t disagree more with him at the same time! Writing has always been my passion. If you’d just allow me to gloat a little (I haven’t left you guys much of a choice, have I? hehehe)… I’ve have won many essay competitions in school and you could almost see my name spread out in the school magazine every year. Yes, if you are wondering… I do have really good imagination and that helps me to come out with fantastic essay most of the time. Gramps used to say I could argue black to be white and dead to be the living. If I am not mistaken, something I read some times back suggests that I am ARGUMENTATIVE. *lol* But over the years, I’ve come to appreciate the beauty of silence too. U can’t argue all the time, can you? That’s not argumentative, that’s simply pain in the ass a**.
To many people who keep everything to themselves, blogging openly in the cyber space seems like a bad idea with a capital B. I guess it could be the same as inviting strangers to watch you taking shower!! (Gosh, where did I get that idea from??) To certain extend, I am rather private but writing has been a channel of releasing my feelings, be it happy or sad, far too long. I used to write letter to God and my Guardian Angel when I was really down and out. Once, I wrote letters to grampa, put ‘em in the bottle and threw it into the sea when I was alone in the UK. Of coz no one ever read those letters… and not in a zillion years am I gonna make it public.
I guess my heart isn’t entire transparent here. You won’t be able to see what I am not able to let you see if I decided that that’s part of my life that you aren’t invited to partake. So Jeff, I ain’t vain nor craving for attention.
I am just so glad to see the pink font again!
Laters
