Musty and I hanging out with other CSers in Box Hill

Who knows when am I going to update this blog again? For the fact that I keep making promises about wanting to keep this virtual portal active has rendered me a liar as you can see, other than an occasional life snippet, there is nothing else. No extensive commentaries about life, no discourses about my current lifestyle or urgent headlines about people and places. It will be interesting if this serves as a column for a certain media publication, and I, the correspondent. That would mean, racking my brains and digging the slush juice from within just to stay within the periphery of deadlines. But the truth is, balancing online existence and living the real life can be a tad bit difficult. More often than not, I just want to live my life and not really, to write about it. It’s like a photographer who’s tired of looking at his surroundings through a lens and decided to put his camera away for a while. Without a black and grey gadget in between him and his present moment, he can breathe the fresh red, ochre, yellow autumn air and smile under the glowering orange sun. He’s now a participant of nature instead of an observer, an outsider.

Also, I rather dream and fantasize, let the thoughts and ideas marinate in my head instead of putting them into words. When those little, nitty, grubby nuts and bolts of my thoughts are put into words, they lose its magic. For me, anyway.

But does mean I’ll stop this blog? No. I guess this is more of a disclaimer. I will write and spin tales whenever my heart takes fancy but if I don’t, it just means that life’s been more than a handful and I’m facing it, head on. And for you blog addicts (bloggers and blog readers alike), don’t let your blog define who you are.

Choose life, live it well.