Sometimes life takes you to things when you least expect. Actually…that's not really true, life takes you to things when you least expect all the time. It's just how things go.

Actually that's all the philosophy I can write right about now for one reason, I am extremely tired. I have all these thoughts in my head but I am just too damn lazy to write everything down on account that I just spent the day walking around to find things that I can't buy and ended up buying the wrong thing that I cannot return. In short…I'm too tired to be angry let alone blogging…but I am…which probably states my dedication towards blogging…but that's beside the point.

The point is, I now have a Firewire PCMCIA card which I do not need because I need a USB 2.0 PCMCIA card. How I made the mistake is not up to debate, I was tired. It said USB 2.0 on the package for some reason and I wasn't paying attention because my body hurt.

If anyone wants a Firewire PCMCIA card that has 3 ports, I can sell it to them for about RM65 which was the price I bought it for. I can lower it to 60 if you like but that's as far as I can go. I really need the money for this…so really…please if anyone wants it or you know anyone who might want it, you can contact me via email.

That being said, I hope someone needs it because I don't need it. So going back to what I said in the beginning, this is about the time where I do hope that some things in life will come when I least expect it, because I don't expect anything to happen. Really I don't. Ok maybe just a little…I do hope that's not a bad thing.

The thing about being in a new relationship is the fact there are many questions that come up about it. I'm not talking about the many questions that people direct at you, especially old noisy neighbours who ask when you're getting married, God no. It's more of the questions you direct to yourself.

I mean when you're in a new relationship…especially after you've come out of a messy breakup and a long term melancholic…time, there is this moment of excitement in which you're willing to just stand up on top of a building and tell the whole world that you're in a relationship that actually makes you happy enough to do what you're doing then – something of complete insanity. But to back up a bit, there is one question that I have been rolling in my head for some time.

How much of my relationship and of the person should I indulge in telling other people?

No doubt about it, I would definitly love to scream my current position to the world if I could. Then again…what's the point? Yeah, I'm happy. Yeah, I feel like a million bucks and so much more. Yeah, I actually feel that I've been given another chance and I don't want to screw it up. Yeah, she's…well there is just too many qualities in which I could describe about her that I'm not even going to list them down here.

The point is…as loonie as I am right now, it's best that I at least reign my sense of joy in a bit for two good reasons.

1. I've got to find complete closure from my last breakup.
2. If I'm not careful, I'm going to repeat the last breakup because I'm dealing with a woman of the same ferocity if not a greater ferocity as my ex.

As carefree as I have become because of her, it still doesn't change the fact that I am still a person who by all accounts know exactly what the problems are that I have to deal with in the first place and end up considering all possibilities from all aspects in all positions. In short, I'm still the same ol' pessimistic worrywart I've always been…I just don't bother too much with the results I come up with.

The point is, as much as I have many questions to answer for people regarding this whole thing, there is as many questions I have to answer for myself if ever I'm going to make this work the way I would want it to work…and I want this to work. Chances like this don't come that easily in life especially for a person like myself, so I'd be a fool to blow it.

Do I love her? Does she love me?

Some questions need to be asked regardless of how things are because the entire relationship rests on that which needs to be answered. Some questions need to be answered indeed. No one gets off without answering to that at least.

What is it about parents and blogging. Hmmm…let me rephrase that. What is it about overprotective, technology-illiterate parents and blogging. I mean, if you're not tech inclined in the first place, why would you care about blogging or anything to do with blogging? I supposed that's why they call it overprotective in the first place.

It's hard trying to explain to my mother the philosophies behind blogging. Her main argument is that our dirty laundry should not be aired to the public. Being that is it, how am I supposed to explain to her that for the most part…that's what blogging is originally about…at least for my generation of blogging.

How am I supposed to explain that there are so many blogs out there that do the same thing? How am I supposed to explain that on the bigger picture, no one really pays attention to any dirty linen left out to dry because everyone else is too busy hanging up their dirty linen too? Hell…how am I supposed to start explaining in the first place? Let me give you a brief idea on what goes on between mother and blogging.

Her: You should not blog so much.
Me: Why?
Her: Bloggers are bad and you shouldn't get involved in them.
Me: Why?
Her: This blogger is taking drugs (pointing to the Tuesday's The Star report of the apparent investigation into Sixthseal's blog).
Me: He's not a bad person you know. He doesn't even condone drug use. I've talked to him before about it.
Her: You still shouldn't blog so much. You might say something wrong and be detained by the authorities.
Me: (Sighs and proceeds with a long argument that goes nowhere)

Now, obviously that's just a gross summerization of the many many arguments I have had with my mother about blogging and really it doesn't get anywhere. It's different generations arguing about different ideals on different things. How is anyone supposed to come to a middle ground?

I suppose it is definitely a mistake to have had my mother come into my blog during the Blogathon, then again…if they didn't, they wouldn't have made that generous contribution nor help call in the rest of my relatives and friends to help donate to the National Cancer Society of Malaysia which helped alot during the blogathon. I suppose having your mother breathe down your neck every once in a while is a price well paid for a good cause.

It's just that I like my privacy to say all the things I want to say in my life without being pursecuted for the many many obscure archaic reasons why I shouldn't be doing so. The net just happens to be my last domain of absolute (but responsible) freedom of expression. Taking that away from me just isn't an option I'm willing to submit to.

People tend to worry about how the government watches over what you say or how you express your public opinions on your blogs. People worry about how the higher ups or even the bloggers themselves might censor whatever is being said. None of that really matters for me save for one. In the land of the net where the bloggers lie…I just have to worry about my mother.

I wonder if anyone else has this problem?

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