Something has got me alarmed yesterday as I was driving a colleague back from lunch. We chatted about many things and it went about to my love for all things material or specifically bags. I assumed nothing until the topic went to how my love for arm candies is universally known via my blog. Now it's no secret that I have an addiction but I know not that anyone from work actually reads my blog.
Okay, so I didn't go through all the lengths to hide things and choose to speak about them bluntly but there are a couple of things here and there that I won't want some people to know especially when it was in reference to them. Though it was the truth but it doesn't sound very nice and I don't think anyone can handle them. Hell, even I can't handle it myself sometimes.
So nonchalantly I've asked her how did she came across my blog and apparently someone whom we knew mutually has shared it with her. I really can't think of anyone who would know about them apart from my close friends and also other fellow blog members. Better still, there's no name or agency reference but I suppose that's the thing about online. If you chose to air all your dirty Calvins in the public you should be ready for someone to read about them. In a way, I am glad that not many people follow what I write so the viral effect is less and I do intend to keep it that way.
Over time, I have lost focus on why I wanted to start a blog at the first place. Mainly to bitch, secondly to express myself and lastly what I see as a creative avenue to practice my writing. But of late, it doesn't really mean much to me. My mind isn't thinking about anything much other than sleep and wake up to work and so the cycle continues. Now I am not those who are in the negative box with their lamentations of having nothing to look forward to. I do indeed look forward to more shoppings, holiday and work. But somehow over time, little things like that has lost it's luster.
Coming back to the story, I wasn't too worried about what other people has read and she has promised me not to show to anyone. Not that I care too much about it. I meant what I've said in the past and I stood by them. I am not ashamed of my feelings and thoughts and that's that. Just hope that it doesn't come back and bite me in the ass but whatever it is, whatever published is the reflection of who I am and how I operate; I don't giving a flying fuck or rather fuck that shit.
Sorry if anyone is hurt by the words and rhymes but that's just the way things are though I can tame down certain things like how obsessed I am over that certain someone or something. Made me kinda sound like a stalker or something. Oh well, can you handle the truth? Can you?