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in a span of one month, one friend shifted her blog, another put a password to her blog and yet another shut down her blog.

i began to question the purpose of blogging.. if you cannot even doodle whatever u want to. write what you feel. scream your thoughts aloud in what we have here - an online "diary".

yet we do not speak of the unspeakable. some things too private are better kept to oneself.
so what's the inherent purpose of it all?

perhaps it's never meant to be private at all. i misunderstood.

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you can hurl imaginary sticks and stones at me.
what you did not realise is i am impregnable to all those dirty tricks up your sleeve. tricks to put me down, to make me a lesser ME.

i know better who i am and where i stand. you can try but you will never succeed.

it's hard for me to like you sometimes. so let's not talk about love.
i learn how not to be affected. i no longer get hurt.
i simply shut down.

your incessant yaddah is like music to my ears.
now you know i have achieve the highest level of mastery..

against you.

but i know you will still go on. and on. and on. it's ok. i will just shut down.

still, i admire you in some ways. but hey..

let's not talk about L.O.V.E.
it's hard.

i can never be the perfect one.. even though a secret part of me wants to.
just right now.. i don't give a damn.