I thought about the prospect of having someone whom I haven’t told about this blog find it and read it, and I gradually shrugged it off. The sole reason why I didn’t surface this blog to my new circle of friends is so that they can get to know me bit by bit, not read my entire autobiography and laugh at me for something dumb I did in Secondary school. I mean, if you do hit the jackpot and chance upon my blog, good for you. I wouldn’t mind having people reading it; that’s why I put my stuff up here. But I hope this won’t be something people judge me solely by, because I’m more than just a bagful of incessant ramblings. I have a life which I wouldn’t divulge to any Tom, Dick or Harry. So much for reading on privacy laws on the Internet.
Dining with Jack was meaningful, because I’ve never talked so much to a guy friend over dinner before. We could probably continue to talk through the night if not for the fact that we both have got mugging to do through the night, and I couldn’t risk getting thrown out for occupying the table for such a long time. Well, he did rake up some of my painful (and dumb, no doubt) memories from the past, but I just swept them aside as lessons learnt to help me to grow up. And the pain did me good.
I’ve been escaping from someone these few days, but I still got caught, grilled and quashed. It’s a long story, but I’m just hoping I wouldn’t meet such people in my next semester. Seems like our friendship has become a mere leverage to be lazy.
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