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past few days, i've been reading alot. from books to blogs to shitty articles about how to grow some greenish shit. god help that i've forgotten most of the details about that greenish shit. anyways. i've noticed that some people really do let out in their blog. where as others just simply blog on things they want people to know about. tis a question of security as how far u want to be open.

i'm not sure actually about myself. as most of the time i dont relaly know what to write about, noticibly most of my blogs consist of work/ stress/ crappy shit that goes around in my daily life. its pretty much the same with most people. the only difference is how they let out, or how the context is being retold. some people are really emo about they stories while the most of us tell it in a dull manner. well again, it depends on the owner.

my mom's first remark when i told her about my blog was;

'now the whole world is gonna know about your weakness!'

half of that is true, but the fact is. we as human's have the yearning to be heard, to be attented to, most of all we in general want attention. we're not made to live alone. so weakness or not, i've not lied about who i am on my blog. i curse and whine like any other average bloke you find on the street.

there was a heated arguement about the extent of the context of a blog. about sex is sometimes abit too much to post about. then again, as an outcome of the massmedia which surrounds us. sex, death and corruption is what makes our eyes squint to get a closer look. if u had to choose between reading an article about sex or about the stock exchange going up. which would you read? well unless ur job is to look over the forex then. bugger off.

fact is, most of us are afraid to tell about our deep dark secrets. where as some others simply tell its tale like any other monday morning breakfast story. i for one hate keeping secrets, thus i tend to open up moreless to everyone i know. i would rather live a life unafraid of my weaknesses and willing to ask a helping hand from others, then living alone afraid of what the world would think.

people around the world become hypocrites of their own words as often as ur heart beats.

i am not denying that at some points i myself am a hypocrite, heck i even contradict myself at times it makes me sick. yet these people who often take pride in putting us down, fuck them i say.

2 cents for my thoughts.

off to class. laters.