The Entry That Has Nothing

Blogging has always been therapeutic for me. I've always liked writing since young and I've lost count of the number of blogs I've created since my very first one back in 2003. I've always kept my thoughts to myself, so blogging is a form of release. Sometimes I also use it to jot down precious memories, things I want to remember 10, 20 years down the road. Some blogs (like this one) I write for an audience in mind, some I keep it private, for my own reading pleasure.

There was a particular one which served a greater purpose than what I had intended it to be. Cancerians remember, they always remember.

If I were more prolific, I would churn out an entry on a daily basis, but unfortunately the harsh realities of life and Euro 2008 has consumed all my precious time for blogging. I wanted to write about my Father's Day dinner on Sat. I wanted to write about going to Zouk with my new colleagues on Sat nite. I wanted to write about meeting my sec sch best friend on Sun where his last words were 'See you in HK.' when I'm not even sure if I'll ever see him again for the rest of my life.

In the end, I don't write anything at all.