CONFIDENTIALITY? NOT.
Every now and then, I would casually flirt with the indulgent idea of encrypting this blog with a password. But alas, I'll end up deciding against it each time; and the reason is simple.
There are only 24 hours in a day. Take it or leave it.
Assuming that 6 hours are spent sleeping, only 3 quarters of a day is left. Take into consideration working hours, meal times, transportation and etc, approximately 1 quarter of 24 hours is unoccupied.
And if someone doesn't mind wasting a small fraction of his/her limited 6 hours to read a 21-year-old-TO-BE rattling on and rumbling senselessly in blogosphere - and actually bothers to pop by occasionally just to read this blog and update himself/herself about my life: it can only mean 2 things:
1) My writing is highly entertaining and has a magnetic, ethereal attractive pull (which I honestly doubt so)
2) You'rekaypoh and are trying to dig up some juicy nuggets concerned about my life
Yep. And not forgetting, blogging is also a great expressive tool.
Perhaps it's because of the fact that unlike most girls, I don't really fancy chit-chatting over the phone for hours; that's why you're here reading about my life.
Perhaps we're too busy to catch up on each other even in MSN (and I don't really enjoy having heart-to-heart chats in MSN; because it just literally seems so wrong without the personal touch); that's why you're here.
Perhaps we're just mere friends and acquaintances - and our sporadic MSN or SMS chats and conversations have never got beyond "Hi", "How's day?" and "Bye"; that's why you're here.
Perhaps we're just normal friends and hardly have any reason to meet up, and the only times we caught sight of each other are when our path crossed and we coincidentally bumped into each other in church or school; that's why you're here.
Perhaps we were once schoolmates/classmates in primary school or secondary school, or coursemates in TP, and perhaps our friendship has drifted apart with the passage of time; that's why you're here.
Perhaps you've noticed thistotally amazing pretty and awesome and cute and charming and witty and dazzling girl (that is, yours truly) prancing around church or school, and you know my name, but we never got around to being acquainted personally; that's why you're here too.
Perhaps we don't know each other, and you chanced upon this blog through your friend's links; that's why you're here.
Perhaps you've been secretly carrying a torch for me in your heart, and the feeling of attraction is eating and gnawing away at the insides of you; that's why you're here.
Whatever the case, whoever you are, whatever you do, wherever you hail from, regardless of whether are you having a crush or infatuation on me, boy or girl, man or woman, rich or poor, young or old, fat or slim, tall or short, balding or not; YOU'RE HERE.
And this reason alone, is more than sufficient to deter me from encrypting this blog with a password and making the contents of this wonderful blog available to only a few selected close friends (come to think of it, I've heard loads of people commenting that encryption does not really effective help much in fencing off outsiders from entering a website. It doesn't take much of a computer/IT geek to hack in somehow).
I heartily welcome people from all walks of life - even if the level of intimacy in our friendship only warrants meeting only once in a blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue very blue moon when our path so coincidentally cross each other's. Perhaps we don't really have much of a real friendship to speak of. It's perfectly ok. I appreciate your spending time on reading.
Of course, this has - in a way - made blogging kind of restricted, and it's not convenient for me to blog as freely as I would like. There are certain things that I can't talk about and certain feelings which I can't vent out - especially on a blog that is accessible world-wide. The only redeeming solution is to make such entries as vague as possible.
And of course, not forgetting, there exists certain personal problems and challenges which I can't complain about, vent out and/or rant rampantly on the internet because I would very much like to keep it private. So private that currently, only 2 friends - dead or alive - know most, if not all, of them in finer details. Thus, these 2 are the only 2 people on the surface of the Earth whom I turn to for advice, words of wisdom, encouragement, a listening ear, comfort, consolation and etc. And I would gladly prefer to keep it that way; I don't see the need to publicize my personal challenges or hurting heartaches to a wide circle of friends. Not even about giving a vague idea.
Yep. So, the bottom line is: even if we bump into each other once in a pink, purple, black, red, orange, yellow, beige, maroon, white, grey, navy blue, sea blue, dark blue, or light blue moon; even if our conversations usually do not go beyond "Hi", "How's day?", "How's school?", or "Bye"; even if we've never gotten much of a chance to say all these things and only know each other by sight; I still love you (although frankly, it's just a matter of how deep the love is).
And I appreciate your being here. Even if you're one of those silent, freaky stalker of a reader.
Every now and then, I would casually flirt with the indulgent idea of encrypting this blog with a password. But alas, I'll end up deciding against it each time; and the reason is simple.
There are only 24 hours in a day. Take it or leave it.
Assuming that 6 hours are spent sleeping, only 3 quarters of a day is left. Take into consideration working hours, meal times, transportation and etc, approximately 1 quarter of 24 hours is unoccupied.
And if someone doesn't mind wasting a small fraction of his/her limited 6 hours to read a 21-year-old-TO-BE rattling on and rumbling senselessly in blogosphere - and actually bothers to pop by occasionally just to read this blog and update himself/herself about my life: it can only mean 2 things:
1) My writing is highly entertaining and has a magnetic, ethereal attractive pull (which I honestly doubt so)
2) You're
Yep. And not forgetting, blogging is also a great expressive tool.
Perhaps it's because of the fact that unlike most girls, I don't really fancy chit-chatting over the phone for hours; that's why you're here reading about my life.
Perhaps we're too busy to catch up on each other even in MSN (and I don't really enjoy having heart-to-heart chats in MSN; because it just literally seems so wrong without the personal touch); that's why you're here.
Perhaps we're just mere friends and acquaintances - and our sporadic MSN or SMS chats and conversations have never got beyond "Hi", "How's day?" and "Bye"; that's why you're here.
Perhaps we're just normal friends and hardly have any reason to meet up, and the only times we caught sight of each other are when our path crossed and we coincidentally bumped into each other in church or school; that's why you're here.
Perhaps we were once schoolmates/classmates in primary school or secondary school, or coursemates in TP, and perhaps our friendship has drifted apart with the passage of time; that's why you're here.
Perhaps you've noticed this
Perhaps we don't know each other, and you chanced upon this blog through your friend's links; that's why you're here.
Whatever the case, whoever you are, whatever you do, wherever you hail from, regardless of whether are you having a crush or infatuation on me, boy or girl, man or woman, rich or poor, young or old, fat or slim, tall or short, balding or not; YOU'RE HERE.
And this reason alone, is more than sufficient to deter me from encrypting this blog with a password and making the contents of this wonderful blog available to only a few selected close friends (come to think of it, I've heard loads of people commenting that encryption does not really effective help much in fencing off outsiders from entering a website. It doesn't take much of a computer/IT geek to hack in somehow).
I heartily welcome people from all walks of life - even if the level of intimacy in our friendship only warrants meeting only once in a blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue very blue moon when our path so coincidentally cross each other's. Perhaps we don't really have much of a real friendship to speak of. It's perfectly ok. I appreciate your spending time on reading.
Of course, this has - in a way - made blogging kind of restricted, and it's not convenient for me to blog as freely as I would like. There are certain things that I can't talk about and certain feelings which I can't vent out - especially on a blog that is accessible world-wide. The only redeeming solution is to make such entries as vague as possible.
And of course, not forgetting, there exists certain personal problems and challenges which I can't complain about, vent out and/or rant rampantly on the internet because I would very much like to keep it private. So private that currently, only 2 friends - dead or alive - know most, if not all, of them in finer details. Thus, these 2 are the only 2 people on the surface of the Earth whom I turn to for advice, words of wisdom, encouragement, a listening ear, comfort, consolation and etc. And I would gladly prefer to keep it that way; I don't see the need to publicize my personal challenges or hurting heartaches to a wide circle of friends. Not even about giving a vague idea.
Yep. So, the bottom line is: even if we bump into each other once in a pink, purple, black, red, orange, yellow, beige, maroon, white, grey, navy blue, sea blue, dark blue, or light blue moon; even if our conversations usually do not go beyond "Hi", "How's day?", "How's school?", or "Bye"; even if we've never gotten much of a chance to say all these things and only know each other by sight; I still love you (although frankly, it's just a matter of how deep the love is).
And I appreciate your being here. Even if you're one of those silent, freaky stalker of a reader.
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