*(Picture added to pay homage to the stupid girl on Facebook who un-friended me because I take pictures of myself in the bathroom LOL ridiculous!)

Resurrected

I contemplated so many times just to stop blogging. Whether for me or the world, my blog was just my voice, crying in some wilderness to be heard - or not heard at all.. but it's kind of the 21st century way of taking a snapshot of your thoughts.  I suppose, it seemed like "blogging” has become "So yesterday".. and that I needed to perhaps join a new "fad" - yeah Facebook is still "in", tweeting is still “in”, but blogging is apparently now only for those who feel the need to be exhibitionists, overexposing their brash opinions, forcing the world to read thoughts that should sometimes rather be left in your head.. and maybe even people who yap way too much for their own good.  Oh, I read that blogging is for those who are too cowardly to say things in person (or on Facebook - since expressing your rude, arrogance on Facebook is quite acceptable these days).


But then, I thought about it some more - I have said it so many times, why do I blog? what does it even matter.   Do any of my words have meaning to anyone other than me?.. do I want it to mean anything to anyone else?  If it’s my "journal" - then why do I even care?  I don't know - I guess for me, It started out as a diary of my new life in America - marking not only the days and the newness of it all, but the fun and weird things I experienced along the way, posting my pictures for my mum to be able to see me living my life from across the ocean.. to a place where I could lay down my loneliness, my regrets and dreams that have died before my eyes.


I never did it for anyone to gather my words and say "there, there".. simply just to evacuate.. or something.

For some odd reason , my blog took a turn from travel to turmoil.

And I guess if I am going to write about it.. then I suppose I have no choice but to be honest.  Do I share and bare it all? Certainly not. I found it rather amusing that people felt like I was sharing all my “dirty laundry” with mother earth and her nosy inhabitants.. yet if you read carefully I haven’t shared a thing but thoughts and feelings .. Isn’t it funny how even my own thoughts – and my own freedom of expression  has someone saying “please explain”?? and to who?? For what?

I guess that is the price you pay for putting anything in front of the eyes of anyone. Accountability – something lost on the “3^rd largest population on the planet – the new world order” (Facebook). Hey, I have nothing against Facebook.. afterall its just people being people and we all know how that story goes!

Anyway, what’s my point?

I have made my declarations about what I want from this life.. so boldly and unapologetically – I wonder if people think I have gone mad (too bad!  I am now officially too old to care and I am old enough to use the phrase “ too old to care!”)

Ugh my stomach hurts.

Ok now I have to go LOL I will make my point about resurrection next time.

Crap.