Kennyster

Saturday, November 22, 2003

There are 2 reasons why i dont keep a personal diary but an online blog instead.
1) My handwriting is at best, artistic looking.
2) My mom reads my diary.

Yup, my mum reads it. Is every mom in the world like mine? probably. How cld a mom resist if she sees his son's diary lying on the table? Its like a pandora box shining brightly, begging to be opened.
"Juz a sneak peak. He wldn't know. It wldn't hurt anybody..."
I know your sneaky tricks mom! I've been in u for 9 months. Im a mini u! I know how u think.

My mom, like all moms again, likes to hear every boring detail of my life. She wld want to know what i did in camp, what im doing in my spare time. My diary is like porn for her.
So in the end, writing a diary became a stressful chore. As i wrote, i wld think "how wld mom feel about this?" It was getting ridiculous. So to hell with diaries. i stopped mine last yr.

So to whom do i tell my secrets to or write down my thoughts? There was no way in hell i was going on daytime TV and break down in front of studio audience while some cut-price Oprah Winfrey put her hand on my shoulder, barely pausing before she trailed the next item "Frustrated teen with no life watsoever" -- coming right after the break.

Blogging dint seem that bad an option. Im invisible to everybody else. I like that. I'm free to write, to swear. I felt free ---- until yesterday.

I was checking my internet history pages when i realised that somebody assessed tiangyew.blogspot.com on Thursday. Funny thing was, i was in camp on Thursday.

Alarm bells went ringing in my head. My heart was beating 'allegro forte'. That page was a testing page for me, to try out new features and stuff. I was learning how to insert pictures on blogspot with HTML so i tried posting a picture ( a pic of Cameron diaz in lingerie smiling while sticking out her ass and boobs. ) Thought it was nice.

Im so fucked.

The warning signs were there. I was spending more hrs on the cpu these days. Mum's getting curious. Asked me wat i was doing on the net. Said i was juz surfing.

Unconvincing.

I knew wat she was thinking. "Porn. My son must be surfing porn. No wait, wat if hes one of those people who preys on little kids on the net?? Gosh, but nah, my son's too asexual. Prob porn, just porn. Phew, i will find out soon enough, he thinks mom's a cpu illiterate. Ha, wait and see son."

I shd have seen it coming. Way to go mom. But ha, still not good enough. *sticks out tongue* This site is still safe -- for now. Can u imagine what wld happen if my mom finds this page??!! Racing tru the content of this blog, and the amt of profanities ( "my son swears?! What??!! He watched an R(a) mo-- WHAT?! he watched TWO??! He said he was in camp but he went clubbing??!! ) My mom wld have had a heart attack. No doubt about it.

This blog contains exactly the sort of information that no sane 20 yr old man wants his mom to have access to. This blogpage is my only foothold in life left. Access to this site means access to not only my life, but the lives of all my frens who have websites. I know enough not to tell mom that im seeing a girl until its serious. Now, she'll have names of all the places in Singapore where i hang out, which she can -- and will-- look up. With the materials in this blog, she will be able to construct an accurate picture of the real me. This is fucking serious.

So to all my frens who have any intention of sending me christmas cards... pls DO NOT mention my nick 'sobakawa' and more importantly, do not insert 'sobakawa' in bracket beside my name on the envelope...... Non compliance will result in u ppl reading my obituary the next time u visit this site.

ps: i've come to realise that im the only nincompoop who uses my real name as an address... nobody has say john.blogspot or weixiong.blogspot........ only me, tiangyew.blogspot..... Great.

Kennyster @ 8:57 AM