What is with the baring of hearts and wearing of emotions on our sleeves online? A good friend of mine was absolutely astounded at the fact that I own an online journal, she thinks it to be very unlike me and rather immature, hmmm! Why do we succumb to this fad of blogs and what-nots? Do I really want my friends, strangers, and even people I don't want to be reading, read this blog of mine?

Perhaps it's plain laziness.
Friend A: Hey how've you been?
Me: Read my blog.
Friend B: Hey, read your blog. Are you okay?
Me: Yep, nothing, whatever happened I wrote there.

Is that it? How I don't wanna relate the happenings in my life over and over again, I blog it down and ask my friends to read it. How sincere is that. But I also thank those friends, who never fail to express their concern over my intermittent depressed posts, very much appreciated :) So is that why I blog more when I'm upset, cos I want sympathy? Yikes, that thought appalls me. I doubt the possibility of me being a sucker for sympathy. I very much have enough sympathy for myself, ha.

Another aspect of laziness. I type much much faster than I write, maybe that's why I'd rather pen my thoughts online than on paper. However, if that's the way, my blog should be a private, not public one. Why is it so public then? Because I'm selfless, I wanna SHARE my life with you guys out there, so someone can go around snooping and knowing stuff about my life that I don't want to tell you, and you can appear like you're pitifully spying on me, for all I care. You know who you are, and I don't wanna mention names.

Sometimes, my memory fails me. So this little space I have on blogspot.com serves to jolt my memory as and when needed.

I reckon I'm an Internet addict - that's why I have an online journal.

-->Bonnie Rait - Can't Make You Love Me<--

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