Back On The Old Site

Back On The Old Site

Clearblogs have disappeared from the map of the cyberworld, and has taken all my entries along with it. I sat for days, mourning it.

I actually had withdrawals which include, endless drumming of fingers, short temper and a need to spend four hours on Sciencedaily.org and Dictionary.com for extensive reading and memorising.

So here I am at the old place, heavy with memories of Siti and Fir. Fir, especially. I miss Fir. Hey, I miss Fir. This is a surprising feeling, which I must explore to greater extent to avoid any confusion which might lead to impulsive, destructive behaviour.

Of Siti, I am still not ready to speak of because it still hurts.

Must write of lighter things! The last thing I wrote about on Clearblogs was how Eva and I had a bet on which was the faster growing hair, pubic or armpit. For your amusement and information, pubic hair emerged victorious by a long shot.

I was content with only being able to shave again. How do ladies live with a jungle between their legs? It itches and sometimes, it feels... Alive. I was in constant fear of being body snatched by a thicket of pubic hair, if that makes any sense.

So shaving felt like being exorcised. Life is calmer when all that hair is gone. I feel lighter. Cleaner. I feel like myself again. Pubic hair to me is indeed, evil.