gosh.

This is embarrassing.

Few months ago, I told myself to stop blogging. I'd really hate for my life to be exposed to the internet world. bla bla bla

No wonderI often find it hard to explain why I block EVERYONE from my Facebook photos or reply my friends through messaging if I'm getting too personal

I guess that's the reason why 90% of my blogposts don't actually make it to my blog.

Poorly written? Ummm, some tweaking and blaming should do.
Poorly organized? Post it later, if you have time.
Too personal? oh hell to the no! *like a black sista! woots~*

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I scroll down my blog list, and I see my friends blogging for years.
Respect arises not because of their commitment. But for their posts unshaken by fear of breaching privacy. How do I tap that post freely like that when I don't wanna get personal??

ONLY SOLUTION: I. Need. A. Fake. Profile.


for all you care, I could be a stripper in downtown LA with shimmering abs and lust for girl fluids who are 100 years younger than you.


But what's up with privacy and the internet anyways?

My blog is like the insignifcantness of the internet universe, I tell myself.
First there's Facebook and Google.
Then Wikipedia.
And second-to-last, a blog with at least one visit per day.
Noooooooo...


But no worries, I'll revive my blog in due course!

Aaah... the era of Pokemon (oh bugger,
that makes me a nerd)