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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.


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 ur identity is safe!! :)
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.
Sunshine said…
dont leave us bloggy-friends behind! id love to visit ur new ping me with ur new address! :)
SMM said…
Hey I still don't know how about some clues to your new blog :)

I promise I'l be around at both blogs :)
Sankoobaba said…
so where is this new secret blog
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.

Roshnee said…
hahaha, see this is what happens when u announce that you have a secret blog!
how u doing lee? all ok?
簡單 said…
Joy often comes after sorrow, like morning after night...................................................
傢伙 said…
失意人前,勿談得意事;得意人前,勿談失意事。 ..................................................
homecooked said…
Ahem Ahem...looks like someone forgot about this blog :)

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