Are You Still Spying?

It's been a while since I posted my last entry, I understand. I wasn't being a pig. Nor was I procrastinating to tell the truth. And I definitely wasn't dead. Not that people will notice anyway. My usual readers got so fed up with no updates they abadon visits entirely.

As a student, you do need to squeeze out some time to type something out, or at least find an interest subject to pen to at least garner some sort of reaction. Not that I'm writing for others, but I believe that it's either you write about good stuff or no stuff at all. Sometimes, you just get writer's block (though I'm not much of a writer), daily life seems like a bore and nothing in particular triggers your radar to write; in short -- no sudden burst of creativity to write.

So, you ask, what's with all the excuses? Well, to be honest, I took a -- ahem-- brief break from blogging because someone was reading my blog.

Somewhere out there, someone will be shouting : "Ain't that what bloggers want?" Well, yeah, but the person reading my posts is my brother... I have no problem at all with family members reading my random ramblings and weird rants, however, I do feel somewhat self-conscious and uneasy. It's a feeling that I couldn't explain. I think it's probably because : of eveyone in the world, it's their criticism that will matter the most, the acceptance of theirs is the only one that I'll have to worry about. So, technically, the feedback that come from my folks will bother me the most.

It also doesn't help that my brother read almost everything I have in my blog archive... just the thought of it sends shivers down my spine. I suppose he did that just for the knack of it but his occasional violations of privacy really doesn't help. Sigh. Family is family.