If technology was notebook paper I would rip it into a million pieces and move to Iceland to live as a hermit 'cos when I read all those independent fantasy female tales set in even more obscure medieval times I feel guilty, pasty and screen-or-shutter happy.
In other words, blogger just messed up my nice long post about Open House hooray. It was full of warm memories and interesting little snippets of meaningful conversation. Gaaads, I am going downhill. Like the time Roger said something (can't remember, but it was probably Rogerish) and one of the girls said, "That's so cynical!" all scandalized, when I didn't bat an eyelash (can you bat an eyelash?).
What happened at Open House? I can't remember because I was too busy running around involved in it. Ever realised the more immersed you are in something the less awareness you have of what you are actually doing? Scaary. When I waited for my mum at the front entrance listening to Robbie on my Discman again I saw Mr. and Mrs. Leong and their son strolling towards their car all tranquil. Their son was clutching one of those mini balloons that were going around I think.

May you find that love that won't leave you
May you find it by the end of the day
You won't be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
Something beautiful will come your way

almost made me reach for the tissue. Too much mood lighting on Mother Nature's part, maybe. I refused to buy R(A) because I had no money and I disagreed with some of their opinions. Or maybe I'm being anti-Council again. DON'T SUE ME! It comes and goes. I talked to some of my juniors at the Guitar booth and how to sum up the past year into short sentences that say it's never easy? I wanted them to come though, even if I can't say why right now or then.
If you want to have a forum called "Why write?" am I supposed to prepare lecture notes on that which is most precious to me?
It feels all right now though, so I guess it was a good day. Ask me tomorrow.