One Track Mind

Carelessness emerges together with stupidity. It usually doesn't come single handed, it always comes in pair. Well, for certain others, admitting your stupidity and mistakes are a out-of-worldly affair, but for me, I take it as an instrument to learn more about yourself, some trait that you forget to delve and have a glimpse into.

That's what happened to me when I decided to privatize my blog a few weeks ago. The nice cocoon that I have been hiding all this while was almost blown off - no thanks to my absentminded brain.

I think I got it sorted out, so I will continue to write, and open this blog to public, you know, just to test the water.

We'll see what will happen.

I hope I am not ruining anything.


ZA

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