A Scribbling of An Empty Mind

I actually have no idea why I suddenly got the itch to write all of a sudden.

Writer's clarity? More of writer's (hopefully temporary) insanity.

Goodness, I can't even remember when was my last post. See, this blog has become a very unkempt garden with lines of words strewn all across the lawn. The budding ideas that used to blossom into flowers have long wilted away, killed off by the herbicide that is 'the working life'. 

It's not that the thought to write didn't pop up before - trust me, it did (and I have the poorly partly written drafts to prove it). It's just that somewhere along the way, I kind of felt that the things I had to say to the silent reader, and the global audience in general just didn't matter that much any more. Add on top of that all the news about bloggers and Twits (what, they're not called that? Such a waste) getting sued for all kinds of stuff they post on the intrawebs, and you've got yourself a recipe for a ton of self-censorship and a one-way ticket to blogging reclusion. 

But deep down, I knew that I'd come back and write here again. 

Will there be constant updates? I don't know.

Will I be as nonsensical and not getting to the point as before? Probably so.

Will a part of me still be that enthusiastic youth with ideas to share and things to say? Most definitely.

Stay tuned. Or don't. I don't care.