Auckland, 2012
Hey, it's me, I've returned from some where far far away. If you don't know me yet, I previously wrote Bitter Sweet Flavours. The girl who can't spell the F word right, pays no attention to her blog readers and finds life's too short to stick to one blog.
Everything has an expiry date, especially when it comes to winning my attention. I would buy a cute little journal at the beginning of the year (which I obviously already did), write as carefully as I can on the first few pages, trying so so hard not to rip the book in half, make it look fancy-pansy, then the remaining pages gets stamped by layers of dust. Guess I warned you that this could be my first and last post of Bitter Sweet Storeys which stops at ground level. Punned.
I am not a writer. After a month or so, I'll probably read all the crap that I wrote thinking it's silly. Basically cause most of the time it sounds like I am hallucinating, talking, typing away to myself, for instance, smiling at the camera. It's a bloody device. That's why I did not use to smile at the camera when I was young. It looks silly to pretend that you are very happy to be standing beside a bush, in a hot and humid weather looking at a black box waiting for a bright flash, trying to keep your eyes open as widely as possible. I am sure we all have at least one horrible candid, eyes closed or in the middle of a conversation. I am not a writer, because I tend stray away from the topic.
Why not revive the old blog?
Well... I like new things. Just like moving into a new home. Everything's brand new, I get to whinge about the same old stuff and you can't sue me for it. Moreover, not bounded by the pressure to bake in order to blog. I hate to admit that I miss the bakers' community, I still do read the same blogs. However, this blog shall not be bounded to food.
Currently residing in Australia, technology serves it's purpose.
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