Ok warning: so this is a bit of an unsalacious post, but it's important that I put it up anyway. And it also gives me a bit of a power kick - but that's beyond the point.

Truth is, I'm not a very confrontational person, and I find it so much easier to type what my mouth can't speak. I really hate to be put on the spot. Especially by random strangers who make unqualified assumptions about me. I am not convinced that some people truly enjoy what they've read or that they are merely feeding their peabrains with contents from my blog so that they're equipped to churn malicious gossips to their peers. Truth is, I still enjoy contributing my convulated fantasies, rampant rants and raves and even recipes. In fact, everyone should blog at least once in their lifetime.

Well, there have obviously been a few extenuating circumstances that have led me to this. Chiefly, the appearance of ONE self-righteous individual who has spreaded countless inflammatory remarks under various aliases. I mean, that's just uncalled for.

You can love me, loathe me, speak ill of me and you can say anything you want. I am not a fan of censorship - as we know too much of it exists in Singapore - and I am presumably confident and secure enough in my self-concocted fabulousness to take most forms of drubbings from critics.

So there you go: Remember, dump your waste elsewhere, further and beyond reach. Just in case it gets recycled.