I have shut down my previous blog, and started a new one — this blog has had its URLs changed so many times to prevent it from being discovered. Well, this time i want to write for myself. I want to entertain myself. I do not wish to have even a single reader but myself — and the irony to have this written as though there is someone else who reads this, other than myself.
Or maybe as a reminder, to remind myself how odd it felt to have had readers reading my previous blog. Many times, oh so many times, i felt really annoyed by it — to have had readers reading my blog.
I put pictures, funny pictures, undoctored pictures — full of pimples and scars and blemishes and i was always smiling of course, in my previous blog. It was always because i wanted to entertain myself. But the readers, oh the readers gave me a lot of pressure. They wanted long paragraphs to be shortened, short paragraphs to be lengthened, they wanted a new post after the latest one, they wanted perfect pictures-no-blemishes with perfect harido. They liked the hairdo, i liked the hairdo, they liked to read and to laugh, me too, but i don’t know, if blogging publicly is a thing that i look forward to. Perhaps in the future i will. Perhaps never i won’t. But i certainly enjoy writing for myself, and to myself only.
And there was a night when a girl saw me reading this blog, and said, “I nampak! Nak tengok blog baru you!”
I told her i couldn’t share my new blog. Her face was as though she just finished a bottle of vinegar and forced herself to bite on a basket full of lemons and a bowl of belacan and said, “You tak sayang i kan,” and her face went even more sour even after i told her how much i loved her and she needed to respect my privacy. I told her “Sayang, takda kaitan sayang i dengan blog yang sembunyi-sembunyi ni’.
Sayang, pergi mati cepat! I dah sembunyi lagi blog ni.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
