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Hey! Whatchu doin? SNEAKING?!

I reckon since it's Friday, I should put in a more cheerful entry as opposed to the last one. So whiny... Sheesh!

Disclaimer: Okay, anyone who reads this, please note that am only human. Sometimes I have PMS, sometimes I have bad moods, sometimes I get angry or sad, and sometimes I get happy. Am a ball of human. Am not programmed to always be positive 'kay.

Anyways, moving on from the "stressful" entry... most things are all good. And I have Allah to thank for that. Also the prayers of all my loved ones; family and friends. Yep, I love my friends too, in case you don't know. Hehe. April has finally ended and I have to say it ended with a positive note. My little nephew is out of the hospital; parents are a-okay; siblings doing alright; Phoenix needs servicing but still running; May began with a three-day weekend; bought myself a new gadget which allows me to type out this entry in a little corner in McD; and work, Alhamdulillah... while still nuts at times, remains a good challenge.

Which brings me to the next topic. Just this afternoon, I found out... that I have... a KNOWN stalker. YES! 'You'... 'youuuuuu' who is prolly reading this now. Now that 'you' know... DON'T tell anyone in you-know-where. SHHHHHHH! This 'you' am referring to is a colleague of mine from my current workplace. I have this rule when it comes to my blog. I don't reveal my blog to current colleagues. Even with Whimsical, she only found out about my blog AFTER she resigned. As for the rest of my friends, they are decided NOT my colleagues. But somehow, 'you' managed to stumble upon my little space of zen. So 'you', am serious, not a word to the others. This is just what I do in my free time to let myself write to my heart's content. Thanks very much.

I know what some of you might think, "Why in the world would you have a blog with your photos splashed all over the pages, and not want people you know, know about it? You'd rather strangers to read it?". Well, that's just how I like it. Strangers could read this and be amused, but chances are would never meet me face to face to ridicule or make fun of me. They're free to judge me but they would never know me and they'd be too 'far away' to claim, 'I know her'. But it's different for those who I know but are just not close to me yet. They should know who I am in the flesh through and through before claiming, 'I know her'. True, my blog is one way of knowing me, but this blog is just a representation of me; my thoughts, emotions and ideas. There's more to that where it came from. You might not like me so much in real life, you might like me more in real life. Or you might think reading my writing is better than knowing me in person. But if you want to claim you know me, don't just rely on this blog 'kay.

So, have a great weekend everyone! Am off to Avatar land of dreams. ~Peace, yo~


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