cry, crow, cry

in all these secret sharings of secrets, whisps of my life typed out on a boring night, i can’t help but feel a sense of flamboyancy. blogging never was for me; i didn’t know how to appeal to the public audience. funny, i know. i was never the outward orphan, more like a sheltered shy-away kid. never learnt how to say ‘hi’ to someone voluntarily, never learnt to introduce myself. i had someone to do it for me at points of time. my parents, friends. now i have no one, so i remain alone most of the time i’m supposed to be making friends. its sad, innit? i always needed time to warm up to someone, like wax to flame. sucks, i know.

so do me a favour, say hi to/for me, and we could work something out. ;)

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Published:
August 30, 2008 / 2:50 pm
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