My blog (this is not where I tell you the definition of blog) has always existed as my hideout, the place where I can say what I like. A few people read it: the friends I can see everyday, the friends I don't often meet (eg, Pris in UK, *hugs*), and random strangers. Writing gives me release, and I don't foresee a day when I will stop doing so. Some people can't wait for the time when they can drink, dance, talk to their mates, and I do all that, but I also write. Maybe sometimes I blog for an audience (the BlogsMalaysia post), which is rare, or for my friends that share my joy and pain (like the parties, and the meetings), but that's separate from my normal everyday stuff, where I may be selfishly going on about me.

But there'll always be stuff that you want to keep to yourself. This is where I reiterate you won't read about every single thing that goes on in my life here. I don't happily disclose secrets that people trust me enough to tell me here. I won't tell you about every messy ordeal in my life here just because I need to release it all out. Not everything is meant to be public. So if you think that I will blog about something just because it will earn me more readership, think again. I'm not shallow. I'm not that open with everything, because some things aren't meant to be out there.

I don't need to display anything for it to be real.

So if you were wondering why, you know now.