I've been meaning to blog for a while now, mainly because I have a gazillion things on my mind that I just want to let out.

But.

I would prefer, on this particular evening, to tuck myself under my quilt, on my cold bed with cold pillows, and lay beside the lamp to read my precious books. They are waiting for me to leaf through them. 

Also, I am writing, writing on paper with a real pen, to my one and only confidant from across the globe, Angelo Kho. =')

I have been getting a lot of things in the mail lately (not bills), and each time I open them, a delightful feeling overcomes me. The power and beauty of snail mail.

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Well, then. Away from technology it is. :)