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I think I have reservation now on writing here. I feel not as free to liberate my mind as I used to. The fact that so many people read it, doesn't really bother me that much.

I'm such a liar .. yes it does bother me. The idea of internet is to remain anonymous. You don't have to know me. You just need to know that someone, somebody out there has a piece of mind. You read if you like it and you don't if you don't. Simple as that.

But people are curious you know. When you read something that intrigues you, you want to know deeper about that person. You dig deeper, you want to see pictures, you want to know what's going on. It's human nature.

When people dig you, you're a good writer or you have a personal thing. That's how this whole blogging thing started. I was curious, then I found out more. And now I have some archives trail on me.
As much as I enjoy blogging, sometimes I miss to write on my old paper book. Writing it by hand, on my bed. It seems more valuable to preserve in the later years than merely sitting on a server.

I still have my old diary. The one that I wrote on since I was 12 years-old. It's fun to read it again. To laugh on my stupidity and innocence. Oh so naive ... you were once a little girl.

Maybe I am just being sentimental.