Ohh my old blog..

Today is the first time in 2 weeks that I went to visit my old xanga. Tiba2 aku rasa rindu and sedih because I kept so many memories there. I've blogged there since 2003. I wish there's a way I can keep all the entries for private use and close the site for public. I don't want my boyfriend to pick out an entry I wrote as a prove that I'm a psychotic lover. Haha. With advanced technologies like Google, it's actually quite scary to expose too much of your life, especially your past. I mean, anyone can just google my name and lots of sites that I've used pop up just like that and people can know who I am without even personally talking to me. I don't even need to promote my site. As they say, publish at your own risk. And I'm taking that risk now by typing this entry. Duhh.

But I still think blogs are an excellent tool because I'm done keeping paper journals, so I can save the trees. At least, there's a way that I can talk to myself without being called a crazy person. Maybe someday I'll start paper journaling again once I master the technique of organizing my stuff without people noticing anything suspicious. Haha. At the rate that I am right now, I think anyone can come to my table and find out a lot of things. I hate it when my things go missing. Usually at home mom would be the one who knows where my things are because I have such short-term memory.

Anyway, the airy bright feeling of this blog is hurting my eyes even though the tidyness is so welcoming. I just realize today that the theme that I put together on my Xanga is so cool because reading back on the entries made me feel calm. Haha. I actually like romantic settings. I want the blog to be a little dark tapi well-lit to make it feel that I'm talking in a soft voice, focusing my attention to YOU and only you. <3 ngiaww!

Eh focus, focus. This afternoon I saw a supervisor marah2 to the makcik cleaner. I actually hate it when people raise their voices unnecessarily. The poor makcik cleaner was speaking in a lower tone and I knew she was a little embarassed by the loud supervisor yapping on her. But I only could hear and stare because.. well maybe itu kerja diorg and I didn't even know what's going on. If I'm a better a citizen, I should've talked to the supervisor and tell her that it's inappropriate for her to talk in such a volume to her employee who's giving her so much respect for listening. Huh. But then to be daring enough to do that, I'd need the guts to be slapped by a toilet mop. Sekarang I'm officially anti-cleaner supervisors. Inilah perangai orang Melayu. Jadi supervisor cleaner pun nak biadap dengan pekerja. Belum jadi boss besar.. mungkin habis satu opis pekak lepas balik kerja. Eh that rhymes..

Ok lah, I need to sleep now. If you're bored, feel free to read my old Xanga. But it's not being updated anymore. Ta-ta!