Crap. Again. Repeat.

It's been awhile since i read my own blog. Or for that matter even recollect in some remote corner of my brain that i did have a blog.
So i read it.
And i read about all the confusion i had on what to write and the likes.
Here's my conclusion. I still don't know. that's the only explanation i can come with for not having written since then.

so much has happened since. i write for other web pages. I've put up photo blogs and covered website logs. but here, is dead. gone. kapooey and kaboom.

so much has happened. i've moved cities. moved dreams. moved people. people have moved on. written, sketched, partied, photographed, scribbled, dreamt and slept.
like the nuances of anyone's life, mine's moving up and down and round and forward and backward and still.

i still don't know why i care about this blog but after a year and a half, it seems like i do.
i still havent figured out what's wrong with my comment settings. apparently no one can comment and i dont know how to change that.

so with new-born inspiration i shall hope to write again. write something. try again. and im sure like my other enthusiasm, it'll hopefully last the weekend.

and until something re-inspires me, or re-lights my angst to write, i guess it'll be the last you hear from me.

maybe. maybe not.