unrehearsed
It is hard to remain anonymous in the blogosphere.
I’m actually quite upset over the demise of my previous blog. There contained a slice of my past, somewhere I could return to recall the apex and nadir of my life and to reclaim my memory. But well, I don’t want you to return there. That private space was invaded. I want an avenue for my outburst of emotions. The rawness, unrehearsed and real. The spirit of rebellion, be free as it wants.
I know I wouldn’t write with unencumbered freedom, knowing you’d be reading. I’m sorry. They weren’t meant for your eyes. I know you aren’t exactly the guy to root for. Things are always left with open-endings and you refused to present any pet conclusion. You are elusive and everytime, you contemplate my questions too much before giving considered replies. I don’t know when they were your true reflections. Everything about us seems to be easily chucked out of the window.
Yes, I could password block my space, but I would want to allow access to friends I trust and love.
Actually, it isn’t hard to find me again because I’m so un-creative at the reuse of my userid. One day, you may potter around the cyberspace googling for me again. You may find me here. I hope by the time you are reading this, we’d have become “emotionally matured” as you have termed it.
Herteaparty. I like it. Somewhat feels peculiar and whimsical, playful and fun-loving. I want to be like that. It’d be hard not to be drawn to me like that. Haha.
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