Dear friends,

For those of you who actually read this blog on a regular basis, I do not wish for you to be alarmed by the sort of things I've been writing. I'm not
1) sad, at least not to the degree that I probably should be
2) depressed
3) suicidal
4) resorting to a reclusive life as melancholic hermit

I'm simply releasing creative energy that has been inspired by the kind of mysterious events that have befallen me. In shrink terms, I'm becoming more in touch with my feelings and feeling more at ease with expressing them. And to tell you the truth, if you can handle it, sometimes it gets tiring for me to be bright and sunny and strong and faithful all the time. I feel I need to balance those things somehow, by venturing into the dark side. Sylvia Plath Virginia Woolf Sylvia Plath Virginia Woolf....

Teehee. But I'm good. Still the crazy happy-go-lucky somewhat shopacholic person you know and most of the times like or like a lot. And whoever it was that said I wasn't a romantic can go #@!* themselves.