Pardon the recycled title, i feel it deserves another space. It's a re-do of another (rushed) article circa Friendster blog era but will be apt as a friend (Enteng) challenged me and basically asked why i decided to keep a blog after years of rather introverted writing preference (You know tissue paper poems, essays and random rants, all of which goes straight to the garbage bin five minutes after writing)
And so the question begs; Why write and why show it?
i don't know really. i hope to find the answer before my 7,019th post. That of course is just a random number, as random as expressing rather empty thoughts in form of letters, phrases and sentences.
Head aches like hell as well, and i am starting to lose a bit of sanity again. i am not wishing you're mine. Just a word or two.
