Oh well. Here I am again after – months? – of absence. It’s been a long time. Life has been busy and full. Yeah yeah, four weeks into Mess Communication and I have my hands full. Did i just say Mess Communications? Well in a sense these 4 weeks have been a mess. I don’t even have time to play with my pimple pus and contemplate about life from the toilet seat. Polytechnic life has been out of this world, and everyday just makes me drained and zombified.

Yes, I’ve lost touch with blogging. To all the people who kept coming back, for those kind folks who (still) keep my links, gracias. truly. Of course this ain’t the end. You’ll still see me around here. But first of all I’ll set the record straight.

To this certain someone, whose pervasive comments in my previous post have scored me my most “popular” post ever, I’d like to tell you something: Go get a life for yourself. In case you’ve just realised, you’re insulting people from all ends of the earth who have never even met you, nor badmouthed you. For God’s sake, my “poor little Indian” mother has got nothing to do with you, nor you with her.

I am absolutely proud of my parents, no matter what they’ve done, no matter what mistakes they’ve made as parents. Yes, my parents are divorced and my wonderful “poor little ignorant” Indian mother has raised me selflessly despite all the odds. I won’t divorce her. You have no right to judge her. You don’t even know her name. (thanks for the senseless “divorce” suggestion. by the way, how do you even divorce your own parents? when you find out tell me how.)

I am also absolutely unafraid to tell the world that I’m C-A-T-H-O-L-I-C and proud of that too. Call me a Jesus-lover, a holey-moley, a Christian in China or whatever you said. I respect people’s opinions, I know that not everyone feels the same way about religion. But heck, my blog comment page ain’t a bloody forum for you to rant about your Mickey Mouse sequin wallet and your view about Buddhists in China. Or tell me your weird philosophical takes on Obama and the Thai government. I don’t need another lecture.

And please leave me out of your long-running squabble with Chanatip. I don’t want to know about it.

Heard of a blog? Silly me, of course you do. Now go get one, and you can post AND comment non-stop, for ever and ever. Amen.

Last of all, stop sending me random “U r fucked” Facebook messages. At least learn how to spell the words “you” and “are” and spare me the agony. I honestly don’t know what your beef with me is, and you resort to the cowardice of leaving anonymous hate messages for me to laugh at.

I’m proud of who I am, whatever I’ve said in this blog, and all the things that make me who I am.

NOW DEAL WITH IT, GIRL.

*p.s All comments are under moderation now. sorry about that!