The End.

If you have noticed, I have stopped blogging.

For a big part of my life, I have indulged myself with the notion of a thousand eyes staring at me while I bare all; the admiration, the fame, the love. I now understand that love is a quiet, sensible thing, that it is not at all loud (which is mostly self seeking) and instead humble. It does not ask for attention, just concession, and at most, acceptance. The right to love is the right to give love, not demand love.

I have loved blogging once, knowing that in my faux anonymity i can express my true feelings in a way that might be inaccessible in real life. In my blog, I start the conversation. In my blog, I choose the topic. Nobody interrupts, just gives comments. It is indeed a world of self indulgence that is fueled by my obsession in me, me and me. What I eat, where I go, what I do, how I feel. I might post an entry regarding current affairs to make myself sound intellectual. I create an identity that appeals to me in the way it will portray myself. It is, fantastically, my second life. Or more accurately, my second attempt at life.

Looking back through all these posts, I realise that the biggest irony is that even though the main aim of blogging was to keep alive memories of my growth over the years and everything else related to it; my relationships, my feelings, my thoughts, it was a half-hearted effort because my blog failed to capture the most intrinsic part of my life-- things that cannot be made public even in the most extreme circumstances.

And it is with that that I bid goodbye to my current blog. Thank you for reading this, especially my friends who have been keeping up with my life all these years. :)

Incoherence

CAMERA CABLE EEEZZ MISSIINNNNNGGGG!!!

Ps: I have a Pink chopping board to bring to London!
P/ps: Forgot to return library books on time again :(
Pp/ps: Need to get back invitation card from Miss Kwa :((
Ppp/ps: I love you Jingboy! :))

Pppp/ps: Is this the right way to wright pses?