we are moving=)

My new blog address

mariegrace hng

i have a confession.
i miss this girl. loads. i recall when you first started using the word "loads" as an adverb, reminded me a whole lot of laundry.
anyways, it's your birthday. or was.
may 19.
who could forget?
happy happy 22nd, my dear.
i have another confession. i don't even remember if i told you before. even if i did, i doubt you remember. the day you left for nz, after your folks dropped me home, i cried. and cried. and cried. like a cow. truth be known, i've never seen a cow cry before. but i probably looked like one, at the time.
and over the years, that sense of loss i felt at your departure has slowly but surely wedged itself into a widening gash. it isn't just your absence that gets to me but the almost total lack of a significant role in your life.
to minus the drama, what that meant is i dont know what the heck you're up to. i can guess, i can expect, i can assume.
i can piece together the bits and pieces i get from your friendster pictures, your occasional letters, and very rare phonecalls.
but still, i'll never know. just as you didnt til that very epic email.

forgive me for the dreariness. what i meant to project is a keen sense of celebration because of your birthday. so, as always, sending you the very best of wishes, may all your dreams come true, and may your angel keep watching over you just as you've spent your life always being someone else's angel.

"update your blog" they say. i wonder if they really can take it if i were to update with recounts of each fluctuating moment that has taken place in the last 4 months or so. even before that it's not as if i'm one to dish out every gritty detail. "update your blog" they say and when you finally do, "aiYOH-so many words"
then again, i've been so distant and i don't want to be. and yet the thought of leaving even a little of my current affairs exposed makes me content to post a symbolic photo here and there, accompanied by lyrics of a symbolic song, which to anyone of you whom i haven't caught up with for so long could mean almost anything or even nothing. so much for an informative "update", which potentially could bring my pals up to speed with what on earth this girl is up to, having made herself invisible on the radar.
so then..what is left of this repository of thoughts, if only sediments are left here to gather and hopefully meld themselves into a glimpse of me and my life?


new attempt...
a real update...

i now have a rattan chair beneath a lamp with a rug laid out in front of it, in my room. i have christened it-reading corner. and in this little nook, i have or rather am in the process of renewing my love for reading and in reading, deriving the inspiration to write.
i have unburied my ambition to be a writer and seek to fan the flame back into a burning desire. how and when and what are all in the chrysalis stage.
i am taking stock of who i am, and picking up the pieces.
i miss many people and shall start making an effort to be a friend and keep in touch with them and spend time with the few valuable ones who are actually around-geographically i mean.
i am striving to snap out of the funk i've been in and to start being an adult, with a stable disposition.
i am still quite cryptic=p