I am amused. Of late, i had witnessed, or rather been informed, of a certain blogging crisis involving several bloggers. To me, blogging has lost its flavour, having realized the true essence of blogging eons before. I was tempted to bow out a long time ago but for some obscure and unfathomable reasons, i chose not to. Well, at least not yet.

So i guess this explains my sporadic updates, especially on the issue of uploading pictures. As i had mentioned once, i have issues with maintaining privacy. I will definitely not allow my blog to be an avenue to splash my colours on a page for the world's viewing pleasure. It could turn malicious. Hell yeah, it will. I wish i could give reasons but it is all too difficult to articulate, impossible to justify. I marvel at how some bloggers could hang their lives on their sleeves and their hearts around their neck. Oh well, to each his own. As for me, i truly value my privacy. I have faced enough invasion of privacy just being with my fiancee, with him being who he is. I am still adjusting to the public stares, the vicious remarks and the hurtful comments generally given. Somehow, i am involved now and somehow, it has wielded its way into my private life. But i will get by. I will.

Anyway, i'm digressing. Everyone is a contender in this perilous blogging jungle, including yours truly. It doesn't help if pictures are posted. For some, as i had seen, had solicited some adverse reactions. The latest i've seen and read, is that blogging is viewed as a competition on who makes lesser grammatical errors. Or which blogger rates higher on the amuse-o-scale. Really, is this what blogging's all about? Wait a minute, I forgot to breathe.

Nevertheless, my few months of blogging has introduced me to some genuinely nice bloggers who seemed genuinely sincere with their comments *Mizzy waves over* You know who you are. However, you cannot stop people from being judgemental. You cannot prevent them from being bitter. Entitlement of opinions solely belongs to each individual. One has to be prepared to face the storm, the consequences of his actions. Bravo to those who had managed to weather the storm. I know some who had *winks*.

I am not one to hang her dirty linens out to dry. I am not one to hang her heart around her neck. When it involves my blog, I choose what to write. I choose what to show. I choose what to reveal. I am not one who has the idealism of advocating the story of my life on a webspace.You might never guess who might be reading your writes even at the point of writing. Perhaps i should save my innermost and scandalous thoughts strictly to the conventional pen and paper diaries, equipped with golden keys and locks?

The vultures will swoop down on me soon for sure.

So i'm a delinquent. So sue me.