So the story goes.

Someone discovered the old blog and apparently is not too pleased that I ranted about him a few times [shall we say like 5 times only?] and printed the posts and showed it to his family and to another relative of theirs who had absolutely nothing to do with the issues I've written.

Sure. 5/836 posts isn't much to shout about. I have a right to say what I feel, think, say or do. If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen. What I talk about in my blog is basically the truth the way I see it. I don't make up facts because I am not that smart to defame anyone. It's all the truth, nothing else.

People have issues with my swearing. Let's get this fact straight, okay? I don't swear in public. The only word I say aloud is "bitch". I call my friends names (I always tell my Scouser to stop being a bitch). I have been called far worse. Try racist, for one.

I swear in my blog, because that's where the profanities are to stay. Once it's in my blog, it's no longer in my head and I have no intention at all to say it in public. And some people close to me say I shouldn't be swearing too much. I'm working on it.

If you had a blog and wrote things about me, hell, I don't care. I honestly don't. I really would want to know what you think of me. Bad or good. Maybe it might bruise me a little, but hey, at least I know what my weaknesses are and I can try to work on it.

I write my thoughts in here because once it's there, it stays there. No turning back and dwelling on the past. I move on. If you're stagnant in one place, you're not going to get anything out of life.

I know to delete 836 posts worth of beautiful memories is a hard thing to do. I was sad to do it.

Even when my mother jokingly told me not to mention in my blog that she thinks she's crazy, I told her with a sad face that I have deleted it.

I wanted to keep it open, like what most people wanted me to do, because I wrote about my friend's happiness, my random lists, birthdays and many other things that are meant to be cherished and for people to see how happy I am. I had lots of Chelsea pictures when they won the Premiership for the second time in a row and I wrote a tribute post to them as well.

My one month worth of Ryan Star posts have also gone down the drain. No one could ever imagine how happy I was when I won those tickets. My desperation/perseverance paid off, and more importantly, my birthday wish came true. I got to see him in KL.

Of course, people like them would never understand what all that meant to me.

I had to delete the blog because I didn't want people to scrutinise everything I write. I could be writing about someone they have absolutely no contact with, but yet they think I'm writing about someone they know and in turn, they will tell that person and that person starts waging a war with me.

Hell, I could write a post about my dad saying something to me like "You're lazy" and how I don't believe a word of it in my blog, and they could twist the words so perfectly that it will seem as if I'm calling my dad a liar.

They are a bunch of sick and twisted people. So shallow and unable to see the bigger picture. If I write about your weaknesses, work on it. Prove to me you're nothing like what I said you were. Show me I'm wrong. I want people to prove me wrong.

I have never written a post glorifying myself. I write about my weaknesses as well. No man is without flaws. I'm not perfect. Everyone has flaws, including Superman.

So, I closed that down and opened this. And they know nuts of it. Only certain people know of this new lover. I'm not going to talk anything about them anymore. If they married a dolphin I couldn't care less to post the details here.

You claim I am out of your life, then so be it. Life's too short for us to stay angry at people, anyway. I want to stay happy.

You claim you're the last person I should ever write about in my blog.
If you're the king or PM, I am so sorry I offended you. Please accept this humble apology from your insensitive and worthless subject and banish me to another country.

Hah.

What goes around comes around. You know I'm right. You just didn't expect me to say anything about it because I seem to be a stupid, naive, and innocent girl. Well, you're wrong, you're wrong.

I have grown up. You haven't. Stop whining.

So goodbye to all the silly people I know who think that 5 posts about them (which are facts) is enough for them to disown me as a relative.

I have moved on.

-TTG-