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Not so much moving on

I talked about Moving on. Mentioning how much the lack of privacy was getting to me. And then I disappeared for almost two months without any indication of what I was planning on doing.

Until a very dear friend kicked me in the ass and forced me to think over very carefully what I was planning on doing.

The simple truth, however, is that, I love this blog and the idea of shutting it down and moving elsewhere leaves me very near heartbroken.

My simple solution however, is that I've created a new blog. A secret one with no clues as to my identity. Where I can safely pour out my soul.

But this blog stays and for that I'm glad.
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Just call me 'A' said…
so how about directions to your new abode? :)...or maybe just the address. I can find it :D.

I did'nt know you then and i still don't you now...so ur identity is safe!! :)
9 January 2010 at 11:34
Homecooked said…
Does that mean we'll get to read a blander version of your life story :( I dont know u in real life either...could u pass on ur address to me too :) Or you can atleast regularly post here.
10 January 2010 at 16:33
Sunshine said…
dont leave us bloggy-friends behind! id love to visit ur new place...do ping me with ur new address! :)
11 January 2010 at 07:26
SMM said…
Hey I still don't know you...so how about some clues to your new blog :)

I promise I'l be around at both blogs :)
11 January 2010 at 10:50
sanket kambli said…
yeah..
so where is this new secret blog
12 January 2010 at 21:42
Bland Spice said…
Me too.

I don't know your ID as it is.
Let me know if you want to share the ID of your new blog. If so, I will send you the email addy to send the link to.

Ciaoandnicetohaveyouback.
15 January 2010 at 13:58
Roshnee said…
hahaha, see this is what happens when u announce that you have a secret blog!
how u doing lee? all ok?
18 January 2010 at 20:18
Anonymous said…
Ahem Ahem...looks like someone forgot about this blog :)
18 February 2010 at 09:10
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