Here tonight

I only have 10 minutes left of self-promised internet time.

So much has happened since the last time I blogged. I simply lost count of the times when I flip my notebook open, click on Windows Live Writer and wait for my fingers to sow on this blank space threads of my thoughts. Nothing good ever came out of it. It’s either too much or nothing. It seems like I’m no longer brave enough to say anything anymore. The more I write, the more I’m aware of what I’m putting on this public medium for people to openly criticize.

A long time ago, I stopped mentioning names. But it wasn’t enough.
Then, some time ago, I stopped being so blatant about everything. But it wasn’t enough either.
And so right now, I write about things that are either,

• extremely boring, like an elaboration of my twitter status kind of boring
• absolutely ridiculous, like a facebook album laid out with captions kind of ridiculous

What will you think if I wrote here, everything that I couldn’t say.