I have mental illness. Mind clarity is rare, too briefly and often too late. Old friends and acquaintances would look away when they see me. Yup, that unpopular. Of course, I get angry and hurt but deep down, I know I’d do the same too, if I saw 'me'. That’s the icy cold papercut truth. The illness cuts even deeper. I thank you for your readership. Your presence here makes me feel less alone. This blog helps me remember my true worth as a person, and how my own mind threatens it.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Snail-mail
I was chatting with an online friend who told me that he's going to be in Malacca for training. I asked him to post me a nice postcard via snail-mail when he has settled down there. He asked,
"What's that, snail-mail ?"
"Er,, you know what a postman do?"
"Oh..."
Some of us are just too modern-technologically-reliant.
**sorry, rocutie. this one's on you.
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