It’s been quite a while, isn’t it? Since I last blogged. After I decided that I do not have the time. Well, in the previous post, I mentioned I quit the job and I am still jobless ever since. What brought me here today is that; I still have the passion to write. Even though no one reads what I wrote, but that doesn’t stop me from writing. For the past two months, I had been wandering around, figuring what I shall do in life. Up till now, I still couldn’t make up my mind. Friends around me had been busy with their new job and as a friend, I am happy for them that they had finally found what they want in life. Gave myself a time limit, that I would find a job after my Hong Kong trip. Trip ended about two weeks ago and guess what? Still nothing. Guess I needed someone to hit me hard in the head, with a brick. This quote is the reason I left the company.

I was supposed to continue on the previous post What If.. but it doesn’t felt right. So I shall blabber about something else. Something we are all familiar with. And some might even feel uneasy while talking about it. What I’m about to write later will definitely alarm a few people if they find out. Let’s hope they would never find out about my blog, alright?

So here goes,

I noticed people around would stare when I’m out in public. Every time without fail. I felt uncomfortable at first, but then I got used to it because wherever I go, there will be at least a person looking and staring. Mostly women and men, which are aged about 35 and above. Why are they staring? Easy! Because I’m going out with the same sex, holding hands. I don’t blame them for staring, I know it’s hard to digest that young people nowadays are being more “open-minded”. I never talked about this anymore, especially in front of family. Mom is more of a conservative type. She would be happy if the one I’m bringing home is a man. I tried talking about it sometime ago and she totally went berserk. It didn’t turn out well. So fingers crossed she wont see this or else I’ll have a lot of explaining to do.

I never disclose it to anyone except for close friends. Or should I say, I keep things to myself. One of the reason I kept some of my social network private. Don’t you feel that it’s tiring?

To hide and to pretend to be someone you’re not?